Broken Hill Havoc (Broken Hill High Series 5)

I smile against his shirt and breathe him in, content to lay here in complete silence.

“Is your headache gone?” Nate questions, somehow managing to make his voice soothe my head rather than poke at it like everyone else’s voice seems to do.

“Yeah,” I tell him. “The pain illers were helping for a while until all that Lukas bullshit happened.”

Nate adjusts himself under me and before I know it, he’s carrying me down the hallway with me safely in his arms. He pushes into my room and places me down on my feet before him.

He reaches for my shirt and slides it up over my head before reaching around me and unclasping my bra. It falls from my arms and I look down as it falls to the floor. “Nate,” I sigh with a cringe as he goes for the button of my jeans, not really feeling in the mood.

As if sensing what I’m feeling, he catches my eyes. “Trust me, ok?” he says. “This is all about you.”

Butterflies take flight in my stomach as I slowly nod. I watch Nate as his eyes flame with need. He takes the button between his fingers and easily undoes it before slipping his thumbs into the waistband on either side of my hips.

Nate draws my jeans down my legs like some kind of erotic dance, letting his fingers tickle my legs on the way down. I suck in a breath as he looks back up at me. He looks so damn hungry for me that I’m already feeling it.

I step out of my jeans and Nate straightens himself up. He slides one arm around my waist and lifts me as though I weigh nothing at all. I curl my legs around his waist as he steps back into the bed and lays me down.

He comes down on top of me, bringing his lips to mine in the same instance as his hands begin exploring my body with feather soft touches. It’s a tease. It’s almost as though he’s giving me exactly what I want while leaving me desperate for more.

I need to be touched and what’s more, I need my hands on him.

He moves his lips down to my neck and I reach for his shirt, needing to feel his warm skin pressed against mine. Nate catches my hands and shakes his head. “This is about you, babe.”

I look into his inviting eyes. “I need to feel you against me.”

Love shines out through his eyes as he takes in my words and not a second later, he’s helping me remove his shirt over his head. My hand comes down on his strong back, roaming over the tight ridges of muscle. Up over his wide shoulder and down the dip of his spine to his narrow, enticing waist.

He’s simply perfect.

Nate pushes himself back until he’s sitting between my legs, looking down at my naked body. His eyes roam over me just as his hands do, tracing patterns over my skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

I close my eyes in pure satisfaction as his finger trails over my breast and across my nipple, leaving me desperately wishing he’d suck it into his mouth and do that thing with his tongue that he knows I love.

His finger continues down between my breasts and he trails it down my stomach, making me gasp at the light touch. But when he moves across my hip, I become a squirming mess, needing him to touch me and relieve the ache that’s been constantly building since the second he touched me. “Nate,” I beg.

“Patience,” he whispers into the dimly lit room.

His eyes are heated with desire and I realize taking this slow is killing him but it’s so damn good. I don’t know if I want him to continue slowly torturing the pleasure from my body or to dive in and screw me within an inch of my life. Either one is very welcome right now. I also wouldn’t mind if this torture went on, and on, and on until my dying days.

Nate’s finger moves from my hip and finds my center. He slips it between my folds and smiles down at me, finding me more than ready for whatever he’s planning on giving me.

He presses against my clit and I gasp as he starts to move. His other hand comes up and cups my breast before finding my nipple between his fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. I gasp and arch my body up, wanting him to do it again. No, needing him to do it again.

Nate gives me what I want, but this time, buries two large fingers deep within me, working me from top to bottom.

Holy hell.

He licks his lips as he watches my body’s reaction, and I swear, I’ve never seen anything so erotic. Not until he adjusts himself between my legs so he’s laying down with his head right there.