Page 20 of The Master

We kept kissing as we shed our clothes, palms and fingers moving from cloth to bare skin. Little tingles of electricity jumped from one cell to another, racing along my nerves and heating every inch of me. When the backs of my legs came in contact with the bed, Nate took a step back.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” His voice was rough, and I smiled, loving that I was the one who made him sound like that.

“Right back at you.” I let my gaze run down his body, devouring every inch of him. I doubted I’d ever get tired of looking at him, and it wasn’t only because of his magnificent body. He was a good man, no matter how much he might pretend that wasn’t the case.

“On the bed. Stay at the edge.”

“Yes, Mr. Lexington.”

I did as I was told, swinging my hips as I settled and earned a muttered curse from Nate. A shiver of anticipation went down my spine as he positioned me, his hands efficient as they restrained me in the exact way he’d promised. Keeping my balance was more difficult, but it kept me from thinking too much about what I must look like. I was into the sex that was coming but not into the headspace I needed to be just yet.

“You’re thinking too hard.” His tone was teasing as he ran his hands over my ass and up my back. “Close your eyes and let me get you there.”

I did, gasping as his tongue moved over my sensitive skin. I’d almost forgotten just how beyond good it felt to have that soft, strong muscle sliding between my folds and down to my clit. Unable to keep still, I started to squirm and lost my balance. For a few seconds, I thought I was going to fall, but Nate was there to hold me steady, his thumbs kneading my ass.

I swore as he slipped two fingers inside me, twisting them until the tips rubbed against my g-spot. Pleasure flooded through me, coiling tighter and tighter until the back and forth flicks of his tongue on my clit drove me over the edge.

I came with a cry, struggling against my restraints as my muscles tried to move the way they usually did when I climaxed, and only Nate kept me from tipping over, grounding me. Securely tethered to him, I floated in my subspace, dimly aware that Nate was ripping open a condom wrapper. Then the blunt head of his cock nudged against me, giving me a split second of warning before he filled me entirely, completely, perfectly.

He held himself still, whether for his benefit or mine, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to question it. I wanted to savor every second of this moment, of that rare sense of completion that only came with him. A dangerous sentiment I knew all too well, but one I was incapable of ignoring. Because it wasn’t only physical. He could read my body in a way I’d never imagined, helping me unlock a part of me that I hadn’t even known existed.

His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head up until the strain on my neck was almost painful. A hand curling over my shoulder provided the leverage he needed to slowly withdraw, only to slam back into me again, pushing the air from my lungs in a gasp and grunt.

“Too long,” he groaned. “It’s been far too long since I was last inside you.”

I would’ve expressed my agreement, but I wasn’t sure I could form words yet, and the grip on my hair kept me from nodding. It didn’t matter because my body said it for me. My muscles were a quivering mess, and it wouldn’t take much for me to come again. Unable to grab the sheets as Nate started driving into me with deep, hard strokes, my fingers curled inward, nails digging into my palms.

The pain in my hands reached out to merge with the rest. The ache in my muscles and joints from being held in one position too long. The prickling of my scalp every time Nate pulled a little harder on my hair.

I yelped as Nate’s hand came down on my ass, adding a whole new element to the sensations threatening to overwhelm me. He reached underneath me and grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing it for a few seconds before turning his attention to my nipple. Pinch and twist, repeat. Then the other, his hand releasing my hair to fall forward, hiding my face as my head dropped.

“I need you to come,le soleil.I need to feel you clamp down on my cock hard enough to hurt.”

His fingers wrapped around my throat before I even realized his hand had moved again. The pressure he applied wasn’t enough to cut off my air, but the hint of possible danger was enough to make me shudder. I teetered on the precipice, but when his thumb pushed into my ass, I came, screaming his name. At least I thought it was his name. All I knew for certain was that he followed me and that I had to acknowledge that I was in far deeper than I’d thought.

Three words remained hovering in my mind as Nate slumped over me, his arms wrapping around me as we moved to the bed together. I wasn’t going to say them, but I knew I’d have to admit them to myself soon.

Thirteen

Nate

I liked seeingher here in my home, and the fact that it didn’t surprise me…well,thatsurprised me. I enjoyed spending time with her even outside the bedroom, and that in itself was new. Having her in my space should have driven me nuts.

Even as a kid, I’d hated when anyone would come into my room or any other space I’d claimed. Having a roommate in college had driven me so crazy that I’d charmed my way into getting a single room by sophomore year. Most people just assumed that I’d wanted privacy so I could have sex without having to work around a roommate, and I’d been happy to let that rumor float around.

“You have to let me make you waffles from scratch sometime,” Ashlee said as she used her last bite of waffle to wipe up syrup on her plate. “And there’s this amazing maple syrup place that sells all sorts of different flavors at a farmer’s market only a couple miles from where I grew up.”

“You and your mom went there a lot?” I asked as I took the last piece of bacon.

“Once a week from spring to summer. We tried to get all of our produce there, but the one thing we never failed to get was maple syrup.”

“My dad’s idea of a well-balanced meal is adding peach cobbler to his pork chops and baked potato,” I offered.

“Not steak?”

I snorted. “Too expensive to have more than twice a month.”

“Especially with three growing boys.”

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