Page 37 of A Lot Like Forever
Nate had always been an overachiever, and he’d clearly decided to make sure he excelled in the bedroom as well as the boardroom. If she could have spoken, if her voice wasn’t still a prisoner in her throat, unable to make a noise, she would have told him exactly that.
He was above her now, his mouth closing down on hers, making her eyes pop open.
“It’s not over yet, sweetheart,” he whispered, his deep drawl more delicious than ever.
Nate’s smile was even more wicked than his words, but instead of saying anything he slid straight inside her.
Faith’s legs wrapped around him, she gripped hard, her body eagerly meeting his. The man was relentless, and she was just as keen as he was to keep going, to ride her way to the edge again.
“You’re naughty,” he muttered in her ear. “So, so naughty.”
“You’re the one”--she let out a sharp breath, a hiss of air, as his thrusts became harder, all gentleness long gone--“doing bad things to me.”
He paused, his body still, muscles slick with sweat. “Want me to stop?”
She gripped him tighter, dug her fingernails into his shoulders, and forced him down closer, their bodies pressed tight.“Never.”
Nate knew how much she wanted him; it would be impossible for him not to given how tight she was holding on to him, matching his every movement. But what was turning her on the most was how obviously he wanted her, how much he was enjoying it, too.
Just as she started to feel like her body was getting closer to the edge, just as she thought that she could hardly bear the intense pleasure inside of her any longer, Nate pulled out, kissing her mouth, eyes open as he looked down at her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.“Don’t.Stopi.”
He laughed. “Not stopping. Just trying to figure out how to make this even better for you.”
Her mouth was dry, her eyes roving over every inch of him. He was built like a gladiator, his body a well-honed machine, every part of him muscled and exquisite. His skin was golden, the only smattering of hair an arrow that extended from his belly button to his . . . She looked up, caught his naughty smile.
“How do you like it?” he asked.
She didn’t even know what to say, wasn’t used to a lover being so direct about her needs or body parts. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do,” he insisted, bending to kiss her, to tease her lips. “Just tell me.” His words were husky, low. “Whisper in my ear.”
“I want . . . ,” she started, clearing her throat, annoyed with herself that he’d had to push her just to say how she wanted him, what her fantasies were. “I want you to hold me up. I want my legs around your waist and my back to the wall.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You want me standing and you up in the air, in my arms?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He was on his feet in moments, scooping her up like she was weightless. Which she wasn’t. He was just damn strong.
Nate kept her in his arms, positioned her so she was facing him, her legs around his torso, as he backed her against the wall. Her back hit the cool wallpaper and he pushed her higher.
“Like this?” he asked, his mouth to her neck.
She moved so he was kissing her lips instead, wanting to taste him, to kiss him. “Yes,” she exhaled the word.“Yes.”
Nate was relentless, didn’t stop or slow down until she started moaning his name. She’d never had a lover like him, and it had been worth the wait. Nate fricking King was worthy of his reputation and then some.
His lips were hot, wet; his body was slick with sweat; and the feel of him inside of her was exactly how she’d imagined it would be. She could let him pleasure her all night . . . and then again, and again. Sex had never felt this good, not in her lifetime, anyway.
