Game On(61)

“I want you so f*cking much.” My voice was husky and I could feel Nathan groan deep in his chest. The elevator dinged again and the door slid open.

Nathan pulled away from me and took my hand. “We have all night,” he said, leading me into the hallway.

It took a moment for me to realize we weren’t on my floor, but before I could say anything, he flashed me another grin.

“I told you. I have a surprise.”

The surprise was a suite on the top floor of the hotel. It was the most beautiful room I had ever seen. We were surrounded by windows, the entire city of Austin glittering below us. In the bedroom, I could see the enormous bed, and there was a bottle of champagne chilling next to two crystal glasses.

I felt a lump in my throat. No one had ever done anything like this for me. No one. I looked back at Nathan who was watching me with an intensity I had never seen before. He had said he liked me. Well, I was officially a goner. Hook, line, and sinker. I was his.

“You jump, I jump,” he said.

“For a moment I just stared at him, my voice totally escaping me.

He gave me a sheepish grin. “Three sisters, remember?”

“You are so f*cked,” I growled, as I pulled him into the bedroom.

***

I had planned to take my time. I had wanted to explore every inch of him, to really do my due diligence and pay homage to the body that had given so much to so many. But after the room and the jersey and the f*cking speech, I was saying the hell with patience. I was going to have him and I was going to have him now.

But before we were halfway across the room, he had hauled me up into his arms, his mouth against mine, my legs locking around his waist. God bless baseball, I thought, the muscles of his waist and stomach rock hard against my thighs. I fisted my fingers in his thick, beautiful hair as his tongue met mine. Every part of me ached for his touch, my fingers now dragging down the length of his neck, down across his chest to tug at the buttons of his shirt.

But the buttons refused to participate, my hands too eager and too clumsy. I gripped both sides of his shirt and pulled, satisfied when it tore open, showering now-useless buttons across the suite floor.

I tore my lips from Nathan’s to grin wickedly down at him. “I hope you didn’t like that shirt.”

His eyes were filled with fire and need. “I hated it,” he rasped, a hand sliding through my hair and across my neck to pull my mouth down to his.

Somehow he maneuvered us to the bed, my fingers shoving his ruined shirt off his shoulders. Dropping kisses down the side of his neck, my mouth found its way to his bare skin, to the muscle tensing and flexing. I couldn’t help myself. I took a bite.

Nathan moaned, his legs buckling, and suddenly we hit the bed, his back against the sheets, me sprawled across him, my knees on either side of his hips. We were perfectly aligned, the hardness of him against the softness of me and before I could stop myself, I rocked forward.

Nathan let out a hiss of air through clenched teeth as his fingers gripped me. I rocked again, feeling the long, hard ridge of him against the seam of my jeans. We were wearing too many clothes.

As if he had read my mind, Nathan strained up against the bed, his fingers grabbing at the bottom of my jersey, yanking it up and over my head. I leaned back, expecting to feel his hands, his mouth against my breasts, but when I looked down at him, I found that he was leaning back on his elbows staring up at me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he managed, his hands against my hips.

I said nothing because I had momentarily lost my ability to speak at the sight of him, his naked chest and arms, his pants low on his hips. His body was perfect, lean and firm beneath my hands, but it was the look on his face that made my heart skip a beat. I had never seen anything more intoxicating than the way he looked at me, like he was the luckiest guy in the world.

There it was, that dangerous lump in my throat. That thought in the back of my head saying, “This is the guy. This is him.”

But I pushed that thought aside and reached back, unhooking my black lace bra with a single flick of my fingers. I peeled it off and tossed it over my shoulder before leaning forward, my hair falling down across my bare shoulders and chest.

Nathan’s eyes went liquid hot.

“Fuck me,” he groaned.

“I plan to,” I said and kissed him again.

His hands cradled my face as our tongues tangled together, and then, just as my hands made their way towards the button of his slacks, I found myself suddenly on my back, Nathan’s body stretched out hard and long against mine. It was the most delicious sensation, his weight pressing me into the bed, his hands dragging down the length of my body, before sliding up to cup my breast in his wide, smooth palm.

I moaned against his mouth and I could feel him smile, his thumb smoothing across my nipple with the most tantalizingly soft sensation. It was agony and I arched up into his hand, needing him to touch me, to really touch me.

Tearing his lips away from mine, Nathan flashed me his wickedest smile and then lowered his mouth onto my breast. The hot wetness of his tongue made me writhe beneath him, my fingers caught in his hair as he lavished attention on my nipple, sucking, licking, and dragging his teeth against it with the most perfect amount of pressure.

I felt a familiar pull in my stomach, that delicious build of tension, and knew that I needed more. But before I could say a word, Nathan’s hand moved down the length of my stomach, his fingers making quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans. Instead of sliding those magical fingers into my panties like he had done before, he lifted his head, shot me that same wicked smile and using both hands, tugged the jeans and panties loose from my hips. My shoes fell to the floor, followed quickly by the remainder of my clothes. I was now stretched out across the sheet, completely naked, as Nathan, wearing only pants, stood at the foot of the bed. I could see the hard ridge of his cock straining against the zipper of his gray slacks. I wanted him inside of me.