Taming the VIP Playboy

He kept his arm around her, letting her speak, but he had nothing to say. She sat there next to him so afraid she’d just made the biggest mistake of her relationship with him but then he moved and drew her closer to him.

“Jen, you mean more to me than I can say,” he whispered against her hair.

He brought his mouth down on hers and she felt in his kiss all that he didn’t say. He held her so close and kissed her so carefully that she knew they were going to be okay.

Nate didn’t want to think about love or the fact that she scared the crap out of him with that confession. Each day he was with her…he wasn’t going to think about that right now. Instead, he was going to do what he did best—make love to her. He wanted to have her lithe body under his again so he’d feel in control and not so unsure of things between them.

He reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her arms. She shifted on the couch to straddle his hips and he leaned back against the pillows looking up at her slim body, the mounds of her breasts encased in the pale yellow bra.

“You have such a pretty body, honey. I can’t get enough of touching you,” Nate said.

She smiled down at him. “I’m glad you like it. I like your body, too. Will you lean up and take your shirt off for me?”

He did as she asked. And her hands immediately went to his chest, stroking and petting him. “I love the way you feel.”

“Do you?” he asked, unhooking the back of her bra and drawing the straps down her arms.

“Yes, I do,” she said, shifting forward so that the tips of her breasts brushed over the light covering of hair on his chest.

He shuddered, enjoying the feel of her nipples against him. She shivered delicately and rubbed herself over him as she took his mouth with hers. He let her set the pace for their lovemaking tonight.

He just wanted her. When she took the lead in their passion it was a full-out turn-on. He felt so hard and ready, it took all of his self-control to wait for her.

He put his hands on her waist and shifted on the couch so that he could take her right nipple in his mouth. He teased her with his tongue at first, circling her areola and then gently closed his lips over her and sucked gently.

She dug her hands into his hair and pulled him closer to her. Her legs shifted next to his hips and she rubbed herself against his erection.

“You feel so good, Nate.”

He kept teasing her nipple with his mouth and brought his fingers to her other one, plucking at it gently until she was squirming and calling his name.

“I love the sound of my name on your lips.”

“Nate.”

“Yes, Jen. Tell me what you want,” he said. He wanted this to be for her. To show her how much the gift of her love meant to him.

“I want you, Nate. I want to feel the hair on your chest against my breasts. I want you inside me and I want to be together with you—completely yours.”

He wanted that, too. He almost came from her words and the remembered feeling of being inside of her. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her up so he could reach between them and free himself from his underwear.

Her hands immediately went to her own pants and she had them off in a minute. Then he was holding her naked in his arms. Here was where he wanted and needed her. Here was where he knew they were doing what they needed to do.

She came down on top of him and let the humid warmth of her center rub up and down his aching hardness. He ran his hands up and down her back and then put them on her hips and drew her up and over him.

She moaned his name again and this time he came up to kiss her neck. He dropped nibbling kisses along the length of it until she shifted, trying to bring the tip of his erection to the portal of her body.

But he made her wait for it. Even though he was close to coming, he wanted this orgasm to be stronger than any of the other ones he’d given her. He wanted her to always remember this night and the passion between them when she thought of loving him.

She reached between their bodies and stroked her hand up and down his length. A drop of precum beaded at his tip and she caught it with her finger and rubbed it around the head of his sensitive shaft. He felt another drop on the tip.

“I need to be inside you now,” he said.

“I thought you wanted to wait,” she said, a teasing note in her voice.

“Not anymore. You are too much temptation for me tonight.”

“Good. I want to be the woman who pushes you over the edge,” she said. “You are too controlled in life.”

“But not with you,” he said. “Never with you.”

He didn’t like that she made him react the way she did but that was the truth of it. Jen was the one woman he couldn’t control his reactions around. Maybe that was why he loved her.