raises an eyebrow and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
“The problem I have,” he continues, “is that other men have seen your beautiful body.”
“I wasn’t a virgin when I met you,” I remind him.
“No, you weren’t, and I can deal with that, although I admit it makes me a little crazy. But knowing other men have seen you, and fantasized about you, makes me want to put each and every one of them into the hospital, starting with our young waiter.”
Oh. I don’t know why that touches me, and I’m mortified to feel tears prick the backs of my eyes. I blink rapidly and try to find my equilibrium. He never fails to surprise me.
“So,” I swallow and grip his hand in mine. “So, you still want to see me?”
“Of course.” He frowns like it’s an absurd question.
I nod and look down at my chocolate cake. “Can we get these to go?”
“Great idea.” He signals for the waiter and requests boxes for our delicious-looking desserts.
He’s quiet on the ride back to his apartment, but he keeps a hand on my thigh, as though he just can’t stop touching me, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
He still wants me!
I glance at his sexy motorcycle when I climb out of his car and I smirk, remembering this afternoon. He smiles down at me and kisses my hand. “I’m looking forward to doing that again,” he murmurs.
Oh, me too!
“Do you want dessert?” Nate asks me once we get inside the apartment.
“Yes.” I respond and smile up at him, running my fingers through his soft black hair.
“I’ll plate these for us,” he starts to turn away, but I grab onto his shirt and turn him back toward me.
“That’s not what I meant,” I mutter. Those beautiful gray eyes darken and look down at my lips as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth.
“No?” he whispers back and runs his fingers down my cheek. I shake my head and take the bag containing our dessert out of his hand. I walk over to the fridge, my pretty pink shoes clicking on the hardwood, and my gray dress floating around my thighs, making my skin hum. I stow the containers and turn back around, and Nate is standing right behind me.
“Oh!” I gasp, startled.
“Dessert should be eaten in the kitchen,” he murmurs and cups my face in his hands, nibbling my mouth and pushing me back against the stainless steel fridge.
“It should?”
“Yes, no food allowed in the bedroom.” I smile and tilt my head to the side as he slides those amazing lips over to my ear and down my neck. I run my hands down his back and pull his shirt out of his pants, gliding my hands up his smooth, warm skin.
“You feel good,” I whisper.
He groans and lifts me, pivots and sets me down on the counter top, stepping between my thighs. My fingers find their way into his hair and I gaze down at him, a smile tickling my lips. “You’re so handsome.”
He smiles shyly and shakes his head and leans down and nibbles my bare shoulder.
“Hmmm.” Oh, that feels good. He pushes his hands under the hem of my dress and up my naked thighs, to my hips.
“You’re not wearing panties?” His eyes are wide as they search mine and he grins wolfishly.
“I figured, what’s the point? You’ll just rip them off me anyway.” I giggle and he drops to his knees, hitching my legs over his shoulders.
Whoa!
He scoots me to the very edge of the counter and I have to grip it so I don’t fall. “I’m going to fall,” I gasp.
“No, you won’t, baby.” He hikes my skirt up around my hips and parts my thighs. “Jesus, look at you.”
“Nate,” I squirm and he smiles up at me.
“I think I’ll have you for dessert, Julianne.”
And with that he leans in and runs his tongue up over my labia and to my clit, then back down again and sinks into me, kissing me deeply, those talented lips kissing and coaxing my most intimate lips, his tongue working its way in and out of me in a perfect rhythm. I clutch his hair in my fingers
“The problem I have,” he continues, “is that other men have seen your beautiful body.”
“I wasn’t a virgin when I met you,” I remind him.
“No, you weren’t, and I can deal with that, although I admit it makes me a little crazy. But knowing other men have seen you, and fantasized about you, makes me want to put each and every one of them into the hospital, starting with our young waiter.”
Oh. I don’t know why that touches me, and I’m mortified to feel tears prick the backs of my eyes. I blink rapidly and try to find my equilibrium. He never fails to surprise me.
“So,” I swallow and grip his hand in mine. “So, you still want to see me?”
“Of course.” He frowns like it’s an absurd question.
I nod and look down at my chocolate cake. “Can we get these to go?”
“Great idea.” He signals for the waiter and requests boxes for our delicious-looking desserts.
He’s quiet on the ride back to his apartment, but he keeps a hand on my thigh, as though he just can’t stop touching me, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
He still wants me!
I glance at his sexy motorcycle when I climb out of his car and I smirk, remembering this afternoon. He smiles down at me and kisses my hand. “I’m looking forward to doing that again,” he murmurs.
Oh, me too!
“Do you want dessert?” Nate asks me once we get inside the apartment.
“Yes.” I respond and smile up at him, running my fingers through his soft black hair.
“I’ll plate these for us,” he starts to turn away, but I grab onto his shirt and turn him back toward me.
“That’s not what I meant,” I mutter. Those beautiful gray eyes darken and look down at my lips as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth.
“No?” he whispers back and runs his fingers down my cheek. I shake my head and take the bag containing our dessert out of his hand. I walk over to the fridge, my pretty pink shoes clicking on the hardwood, and my gray dress floating around my thighs, making my skin hum. I stow the containers and turn back around, and Nate is standing right behind me.
“Oh!” I gasp, startled.
“Dessert should be eaten in the kitchen,” he murmurs and cups my face in his hands, nibbling my mouth and pushing me back against the stainless steel fridge.
“It should?”
“Yes, no food allowed in the bedroom.” I smile and tilt my head to the side as he slides those amazing lips over to my ear and down my neck. I run my hands down his back and pull his shirt out of his pants, gliding my hands up his smooth, warm skin.
“You feel good,” I whisper.
He groans and lifts me, pivots and sets me down on the counter top, stepping between my thighs. My fingers find their way into his hair and I gaze down at him, a smile tickling my lips. “You’re so handsome.”
He smiles shyly and shakes his head and leans down and nibbles my bare shoulder.
“Hmmm.” Oh, that feels good. He pushes his hands under the hem of my dress and up my naked thighs, to my hips.
“You’re not wearing panties?” His eyes are wide as they search mine and he grins wolfishly.
“I figured, what’s the point? You’ll just rip them off me anyway.” I giggle and he drops to his knees, hitching my legs over his shoulders.
Whoa!
He scoots me to the very edge of the counter and I have to grip it so I don’t fall. “I’m going to fall,” I gasp.
“No, you won’t, baby.” He hikes my skirt up around my hips and parts my thighs. “Jesus, look at you.”
“Nate,” I squirm and he smiles up at me.
“I think I’ll have you for dessert, Julianne.”
And with that he leans in and runs his tongue up over my labia and to my clit, then back down again and sinks into me, kissing me deeply, those talented lips kissing and coaxing my most intimate lips, his tongue working its way in and out of me in a perfect rhythm. I clutch his hair in my fingers
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