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I grinned into her hair. “Wow is right,” I agreed. “Amazing, even.”
She laughed and sat up to look at me. “Well, I guess I’d better go get cleaned up.” She looked around nervously, not as confident as she had been while she was riding me, taking what she wanted. I was still inside her, and she was nervous. Interesting.
“Come on,” I urged her as I started to get up.
She looked confused, “What are you…” she yelped when I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, and then started walking out of the room. “Oh shit. Nathan, what are you doing?” she screeched.
Chuckling, I kept walking and smacked her ass. “We’re gonna get cleaned up.”
14
DAPHNE
Holy hell that was so freaking hot. The chemistry between Nathan and me was undeniable, but our connection felt much deeper than just sex, and that was absolutely terrifying. I wasn’t ready. I was still reeling from my relationship with dickhead. There was no way I was in the right headspace to start something new. Yet there I was, being carried across the cabin and into a spacious en suite by this beautiful man.
With me still resting over his shoulder, he reached into the giant walk-in shower to turn it on and adjust the temperature. He set me down to retrieve a couple of fluffy towels from a small linen closet before returning with a sexy grin. His gaze was hungry as he stalked back to me. I was completely caught off guard as he swept me up into his arms and attacked my mouth with another hungry kiss. My ass slammed onto the vanity as he set me down and continued his assault. Hot, wet kisses trailed down my neckand chest. His hands were everywhere, kneading and pawing my breasts and ass. Nathan flicked a tongue over my nipple and I cried out.
It was as if he knew exactly what to do to get me off and fast. I was panting and moaning and so close to another orgasm, and he wasn’t even touching me where I needed him most. My clit was aching, my pussy clenching at nothing. It was almost unbearable. I reached between us to stroke his thickening length, earning me an animalistic groan. “Aw, does Kitten want more?” He smiled against my chest.
“Yes, Nathan, please,” I begged, and with my next breath, I was being lifted again. Nathan slammed us into the wall of the shower with his muscular arms, protecting me from any harm, warm water spraying over us both. Our kisses were frantic, my legs wrapped around his narrow waist. I could feel his thick cock grinding against my dripping pussy. “Nathan, fuck me, please,” I pleaded.
Nathan pulled back to look at me, and the desire I saw in his eyes took my breath away. “Shit, I left the condoms.”
“Fuck the condoms,” I said, surprising myself. Marcus and I always used condoms, and I was on the pill. Nathan had just gotten out of a long-term relationship too, so he was probably good too, right? My vagina clearly didn’t give a shit, and that bitch was evidently running the show. Nathan was breathing heavily and looked torn. “I’m all clear, and I’m on the pill.”
“I’m good too,” he rushed out. “After Courtney cheatedon me, I got tested just to be sure, and we haven’t been intimate since. You sure?”
“Fuck yes.” And with that, he repositioned himself and thrust into me bare. Holy fucking shit. He fucked me slow and hard while we kissed and touched each other everywhere. His thumb found its way to stroke my already sensitive clit, and I shattered around him again. “Oh, fuck, Nathan, yes, that feels so fucking good,” I encouraged him as he picked up his pace.
“Yeah, Baby? You like that?” he murmured into my neck. “Come for me again.” And I did with a scream. “Such a good girl for me, Daphne.” Sex had never been like this before. I’d always found it difficult to have an orgasm with my past partners, but Nathan seemed to have discovered the damn roadmap to getting me off and I was fucking here for it.
Nathan fucked me mercilessly through several more orgasms and for what seemed like forever. Was it minutes or hours? Who knew? I lost all concept of time until his movements became unsteady and he came inside of me with a roar.
A few moments passed as we both tried to calm our breathing. Nathan kissed me deeply and set me back down on my feet. “You’re amazing,” he whispered through one last kiss. I smiled up at him and watched him turn to add some body wash to a washcloth. Then this man washed me, like from head to toe, washed me. He took his time, caressing every inch while he cleaned me. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I had just beenfucked six ways to Sunday by him. But it all felt too intimate, and I had to get the hell out of that shower and back to the safety of my room. Alone.
We had been silent as he washed me and then himself. When he was finished, he turned off the water and wrapped me in a fluffy towel, holding me tightly to him. He kissed the top of my head and then grabbed his own towel and cinched it around his trim waist. Beads of water still dripped down his perfect physique, and I was keenly aware that I was standing there gawking at him. I shook my head. “Um, I’m gonna.” I started, motioning with my thumb toward my side of the cabin. But as I turned to leave, his strong hand reached for me and grabbed me by my wrist.
“Stay with me.” It wasn’t a question.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Nathan,” I protested. I was already in danger of falling for this man, and sleeping next to him could very well push me closer to the edge. I stared at where his hand clutched my wrist, then back into his eyes. It would be so easy to fall for him, but I knew better. My heart wasn’t ready. I needed time. “Listen, there’s no question we have fun together and the sex is amazing, but I’m not ready for more. Please respect that.” He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line, and released my wrist.
I turned and walked quietly back to my room, stopping briefly in the living room to gather my clothes. Reaching my room, I closed the door and pressed my back against it. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and recounted the last few hours. I could feel things brewing in my chest despite my efforts to keep my heart out of this.
After a few moments, I dressed in an oversized tee, grabbed my phone, and flopped onto the bed. I was exhausted, but I had to check in with Lexi.
Unfortunately, I was greeted by several missed calls, a voicemail, and numerous texts from Marcus. Ugh, he was so persistent. But why? Looking back at our relationship, he never seemed happy with me, so why was he so fixated on me now? All of his messages had similar themes.How could you do this to me? You’ll never find someone better than me. It’s just a matter of time until you come crawling back.Typical narcissist. How did I not see it sooner? I could’ve saved myself so much heartache and time. He had me so fucked up—thinking I was the crazy one. Fucking asshole.
Shaking my head, I swiped out of those messages and found my text thread with Lexi. It was late, but she was a night owl, so I’m sure she was still up.
Me
Mayday, mayday
Her reply came almost immediately.
Lexi
What up, hoe?
