finding her engorged clit.
Sophie gasped and lost her rhythm. But only for a second. As he stroked her, using nothing but his thumb, she found her beat again, rocking on him, throwing her hips into the movement, lifting and dropping in the most sensual of dances.
Her question was forgotten. Conversation seemed as impossible for her as it was for him.
Nathan’s heart wrenched. His chest ached as he watched her erotic dance. He could fall in love with this woman. He could fall hard and fast and never know what hit him.
That tingle in his spine, that seemed to have been present since he yanked the front door open, multiplied. Electricity chased its way over every nerve ending.
He stroked a little harder, faster. His hips began to move, jerking up, pumping his cock deeper inside her. Her dance became wilder, frenzied, and just when he thought he could not last one more second, just as sensation exploded within, Sophie came.
Her climax broke him. As her muscles clenched, their velvety grip holding him tight, his own orgasm detonated. The climax blindsided him. He bucked beneath her, spurting burst upon burst of come into the condom.
Yesterday with Sophie, Nathan had been convinced he’d had the best sex of his life. That it couldn’t get better.
He’d been wrong.
Chapter Five
Long moments passed before either was capable of speech. Long, exquisite moments where Sophie lay sprawled over him, too exhausted and too satisfied to talk. Nathan seemed to be in no hurry to move either, which suited her just fine.
When he did, it was only to take care of the condom. Then he was back, holding her close.
Sophie stared deeply into his eyes. With a feather-light touch, she ran a finger around his left eye. “You have a scar here.” She’d seen it so many times in her dreams and now she couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten it.
“Yeah, I do. Compliments of my brother.”
“Which one?”
“The younger one.” Nathan rolled his eyes the way any big brother would when discussing an annoying younger sibling. “He was obsessed with guitars when he was little. Carried one around with him wherever he went—and the damn thing was bigger than he was.” Nathan rubbed his scar. “I made a bad mistake one day. I stood behind him while he was holding his guitar. Seth turned around and nearly took my eye out in the process.” He grinned. “I’ve had a deathly fear of guitar-wielding four-year-olds ever since.”
Sophie smiled back at him. “You should thank Seth. It’s sexy as hell.”
The conversation moved on from there and didn’t stop. They spoke and spoke and spoke.
She asked him more about his business venture, and Nathan told her about how his brothers, Seth and Zachary, and Zachary’s good friend, Luke, had first gotten started.
“We were in a local bar, getting smashed on cheap beer and brainstorming ways to make a little extra cash. Seth came up with the idea first.” Nathan grinned. “It was a pretty good idea, so we stayed up late drinking and drawing up a business plan. We were stoked.” Nathan laughed. “Problem was, we drank so much that the next morning I had no memory of any of it. I knew we’d started talking, even remembered writing down some stuff on bar napkins. The rest was a blur of beer and pretzels.”
“Zachary, Seth and Luke were no better than me, all of them hungover, so we forgot about it. Put it down to an evening of booze and big talk. Then about a week later, Luke put on the jacket he’d been wearing that night, and there they were. The napkins. With a far more detailed business plan than any of us remembered drawing up. I swear, he yanked me out of a lecture to show them to me. I’ve never seen Luke that excited about anything. When I read what we’d written, I understood. The plan was inspired. It was sheer genius.”
Sophie grinned with him. It was hard not to smile when he did. “What was the plan, and the business?”
It took Nathan a while to answer. “We had
Sophie gasped and lost her rhythm. But only for a second. As he stroked her, using nothing but his thumb, she found her beat again, rocking on him, throwing her hips into the movement, lifting and dropping in the most sensual of dances.
Her question was forgotten. Conversation seemed as impossible for her as it was for him.
Nathan’s heart wrenched. His chest ached as he watched her erotic dance. He could fall in love with this woman. He could fall hard and fast and never know what hit him.
That tingle in his spine, that seemed to have been present since he yanked the front door open, multiplied. Electricity chased its way over every nerve ending.
He stroked a little harder, faster. His hips began to move, jerking up, pumping his cock deeper inside her. Her dance became wilder, frenzied, and just when he thought he could not last one more second, just as sensation exploded within, Sophie came.
Her climax broke him. As her muscles clenched, their velvety grip holding him tight, his own orgasm detonated. The climax blindsided him. He bucked beneath her, spurting burst upon burst of come into the condom.
Yesterday with Sophie, Nathan had been convinced he’d had the best sex of his life. That it couldn’t get better.
He’d been wrong.
Chapter Five
Long moments passed before either was capable of speech. Long, exquisite moments where Sophie lay sprawled over him, too exhausted and too satisfied to talk. Nathan seemed to be in no hurry to move either, which suited her just fine.
When he did, it was only to take care of the condom. Then he was back, holding her close.
Sophie stared deeply into his eyes. With a feather-light touch, she ran a finger around his left eye. “You have a scar here.” She’d seen it so many times in her dreams and now she couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten it.
“Yeah, I do. Compliments of my brother.”
“Which one?”
“The younger one.” Nathan rolled his eyes the way any big brother would when discussing an annoying younger sibling. “He was obsessed with guitars when he was little. Carried one around with him wherever he went—and the damn thing was bigger than he was.” Nathan rubbed his scar. “I made a bad mistake one day. I stood behind him while he was holding his guitar. Seth turned around and nearly took my eye out in the process.” He grinned. “I’ve had a deathly fear of guitar-wielding four-year-olds ever since.”
Sophie smiled back at him. “You should thank Seth. It’s sexy as hell.”
The conversation moved on from there and didn’t stop. They spoke and spoke and spoke.
She asked him more about his business venture, and Nathan told her about how his brothers, Seth and Zachary, and Zachary’s good friend, Luke, had first gotten started.
“We were in a local bar, getting smashed on cheap beer and brainstorming ways to make a little extra cash. Seth came up with the idea first.” Nathan grinned. “It was a pretty good idea, so we stayed up late drinking and drawing up a business plan. We were stoked.” Nathan laughed. “Problem was, we drank so much that the next morning I had no memory of any of it. I knew we’d started talking, even remembered writing down some stuff on bar napkins. The rest was a blur of beer and pretzels.”
“Zachary, Seth and Luke were no better than me, all of them hungover, so we forgot about it. Put it down to an evening of booze and big talk. Then about a week later, Luke put on the jacket he’d been wearing that night, and there they were. The napkins. With a far more detailed business plan than any of us remembered drawing up. I swear, he yanked me out of a lecture to show them to me. I’ve never seen Luke that excited about anything. When I read what we’d written, I understood. The plan was inspired. It was sheer genius.”
Sophie grinned with him. It was hard not to smile when he did. “What was the plan, and the business?”
It took Nathan a while to answer. “We had
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