Page 46 of I Could Be Yours

I glance around, searching the VIP area for Flip, but the table we had has been taken over by a new group of dudes, and Flip is not with them. “We’re the only ones left.”

His furrow deepens again. “Everyone’s gone?”

“Seems that way.” I shrug.

Nate’s jaw tics. I can’t read his expression. “Flip has his own room.”

“Okay.” Flip has been on the straight and narrow for a while, but this is Vegas. At least he’s being considerate of his roommate, I guess. I hope he doesn’t do something he feels bad about later.

“So I have mine to myself.” His fingers flex on my hip, like he’s waiting for something.

Me, I realize. He’s waiting for me. “Do you want to go back to your room and make out?”

“Yeah.” His throat bobs. “Yes. It’s all I can fucking think about.”

“Me too.” I take his hand. “Let’s go.”

He stays close, his other hand on my hip as we navigate our way through the crowd toward the exit. I’m all turned around, so we end up at the wrong bank of elevators and backtrack, but we finally make it to our floor. I’m determined to be stealthy as we walk down the hall. I don’t want anyone to catch us and potentially thwart whatever is about to happen. Because hopefully it will include orgasms.

Nate swipes his keycard across the door and ushers me inside. This room is much tidier than mine and Rix’s, which looks like a windstorm of clothing blew through it.

Nate closes the door, flips the safety lock, and tosses his keycard on the table. He turns to me, fists clenching and releasing at his sides. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth all night.”

“And about how good I am at pushing all of your buttons with it?”

“Among other things.” He moves closer until the tips of his shoes touch mine.

“Want to tell me about those other things?” I smooth my hand over his chest.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you taste.” He drops his head and sucks my bottom lip on a low groan. “So fucking sweet.” He pulls me closer.

I sink into the kiss as he explores my mouth with a soft sureness that makes my toes curl. He breaks the kiss and nibbles along the edge of my jaw.

“What else?” I run my hands through his hair.

There’s something so exciting about firsts. First kiss. First touch. First orgasm. First fuck. It’s the newness of experience. Of learning what makes someone else tick. Of discovering their secrets one at a time.

“I’ve been dreaming about those pierced nipples of yours and how much I can’t wait to finally see them again.” He brushes his thumb over one through the fabric of my dress.

“Anything else?” I open the first button on his shirt.

He trails his hand down my side, skimming the hem of my dress. “I want to know what kind of sounds you make when I suck on that hood piercing.” He drags his fingers along the inside of my thigh. “Will you let me do that, Essie?” His knuckle brushes over my panties. “Will you let me kiss you here?” He’s so politely dirty.

“Yes, please.” I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, tossing it on the floor.

Nate’s eyes darken, and his lip curls as he takes me in. That furrow in his brow deepens as his gaze drops to my breasts.

He reaches out to skim a covered nipple. “Tape?”

“Protects them so they don’t get caught on the fabric,” I explain, suddenly self-conscious. Initially I had some regrets after the thing with the tattoo artist ended, especially since the nipple piercings took another two months to heal. But they really do heighten the experience, and I can decorate them with pretty jewelry. I make a move to peel the tape off, but Nate covers my hand with his.

“I would like to do that, if it’s okay with you.”

“Yes.” I nod and lick my lips. “I would also like that.”

He steps closer, pushing my hair over my shoulders. His fingers trail over my collarbones, and he exhales a heavy breath. “Do you have any idea how intriguing you are, Essie?”

My breath catches. I’ve been called a lot of things by men, most often referring to how attractive they find me. Pretty. Gorgeous. Stunning. Hot. Beautiful. But no one has ever called me intriguing. Especially not when all I’m wearing are a couple of pieces of tape and a pair of pink satin panties.

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