Page 11 of His to Teach
“Yes.”
His lips brush softly against my neck and I have to clutch his forearms to keep myself standing, my knees feel so weak. He’s so close. So warm. Sohard. Good Lord, what is he doing to me?
“Do you ache, Harper?”
Oh, God.
“Yes,” I whisper, leaning back against him. “Somuch.”
“Let me help you with that.”
I freeze in his arms. “What do…what?”
One of his arms slips from the protective circle he’s holding me in. Then his hand is slipping down, across my stomach over the thin fabric of my dress. “I can make you feel better, Harper.”
Holy shit. Holyshit. Is he actually offering to?—
His fingers find the hem of my dress. “Harper,” he breathes into my ear. “I won’t touch you until you say yes.” He runs hisfingers along the edge of the fabric. “So the question is, do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I say immediately, not even thinking about it. Of course I want him to touch me. Right now, it’s the only thing I want. I feel like I’ll combust if he doesn’t, like the ache will overwhelm me, growing in intensity until I can’t take it anymore.
“Thank fuck,” Nate mutters, and then his fingers are on my skin, on the flesh of my thigh, and he’s pushing aside the hem of my dress as they travel farther north. “I’ve wanted to do this all night, Harper,” he says, his lips against my ear. “I saw you walk through that door and it was all I could think about.”
His teeth nip at my ear and I groan, the sound loud over the hushed noises coming through the speaker. “I had to know what this beautiful skin would feel like.” His fingers slip farther up my leg, his caress feather light. “You’re so soft.”
“Nate,” I whisper, shifting my hips against him, my body urging him not to stop. “Please.”
He chuckles against my neck and God, it feels so good to be held like this. I’m caged against him by that single strong arm, his muscular chest behind me. I feel safe and protected against him.
I remember the way it had felt earlier, leaning on him as he led me through the steel door. How I had known that this is a man who could hold me up. I know that truth even more deeply now. Nate is going to take care of me.
And all I have to do is let him.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes. Please, yes.” I look over my shoulder, wanting to see his face, desperate to plead with him, desperate for him to keep going. But he’s having none of that.
“Eyes on the glass,” he says, a command in his voice I’m beginning to find familiar. I do as I’m told and he rewards meby bringing his fingertips to the lace edge of my panties. “Good girl.”
Damn. I had no idea two words could be so arousing, but the sound of Nate praising me has the heat in my belly turning up even higher, scorching me.
“Fuck, Harper, you’re so wet. I can feel you through your panties.”
I moan again and then gasp as those fingers slip below the lace, brushing against my clit before moving swiftly to my slit. “Jesus,” he mutters. “So fucking wet.”
“Nate,” I moan, my hips moving again, needing more friction, needing…more.
“Stay still.”
I don’t know if I can. He feels so good and— “Still, Harper.” He tightens the other arm around my middle. “When my hands are on you like this, you do as I say. Understand?”
I breathe out a ragged breath. Why does he affect me like this? All he has to do is murmur a demand into my ear and I’m ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.
The hand encircling my waist suddenly slides up to my chin, his arm now crossed over my chest, crushed against my breast. His fingers are firm on my chin, clutching me. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He nods against my shoulder. “Good. Now stay still and let me make you feel good.”
