Game On(63)

Wrapping his arms around my back, in a testament to his strength, Nathan eased up towards me, until I was nearly sitting in his lap, his cock going impossibly deep inside of me. I moaned, racking my nails down his back as he leaned his head down and drew a nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped me lightly and I shuddered, clenching my teeth. The pressure was almost too much and I could feel my release on the horizon. My hips were moving as if I had no control over them, rolling wildly against his cock, wanting to feel nothing but him against me.

Then, without warning, I was on my back again and Nathan was the one setting the pace. He thrust into me again and again until there was nothing but the sound of our bodies coming together echoing in my ears and the sensation of him filling me. I closed my eyes, losing myself in his touch, in his command of my body.

“Come for me,” Nathan whispered in my ear and just as it had been before, that was what pushed me over the edge. Only this time when I fell, screaming and shuddering, Nathan followed immediately after.

***

Afterward we lay there, our bodies wet and heaving, my mind devoid of all thoughts except “Fucking hell, I want to do that again.”

Nathan raised his head, his hair stuck to his damp forehead in the most adorable way and grinned at me, also in the most adorable way. My heart twisted. I had fallen for him, I thought, as he trashed the condom and crawled back into bed, gathering me up against his gorgeous chest. And I didn’t even care anymore, I realized as I fell asleep in his arms.





Chapter Twenty-Nine


“You know,” he said, looking at me from the bed the next morning, sheets gathered around his waist, hands behind his head. “I always thought the girls-in-a-jersey thing was kind of a cheesy move. But I gotta say, seeing you in my number is the hottest f*cking thing ever.”

I had gotten out of bed, pulled on his jersey and my black lace panties and nothing more. And it was that sight that had woken Nathan from a sleep deeper than the dead real quick.

“Oh really?” I blushed, but tried to play it cool. “Why’d you send it if you thought it was so cheesy?”

Nathan reached out, but I dodged his hand.

“Chris suggested it. And I think I’m going to have to send him a fruit basket or something because damn.”

“You’re incorrigible,” I told him, pulling my hair into a messy bun, knowing that the gesture would pull the jersey up, revealing the lace panties Nathan had barely had a chance to see last night before they were pulled away with my jeans. He moaned.

“Come here,” he growled.

“You have to meet your family,” I reminded him, but came over to the side of the bed anyways. I was tempting fate but I didn’t much care at that moment.

“They’ll understand if I’m late,” he said, stretching his hand towards me, but I was just a little too far for him to reach.

“I don’t want them to think I’m a bad influence on you,” I teased, shrieking as he leapt up and grabbed me around the waist, pulling back into bed. He rolled us across the sheets until he was on top, his magnificent body pressing down on mine.

“You are a bad influence,” he whispered, dropping kisses along my neck. I leaned my head back so he could have better access. “And I love it.”

I was reaching back to kiss him when my phone rang.

“I’m going to buy you a new phone,” he teased, handing it over, “that puts everyone on vibrate but me.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and answered without looking at the caller ID. Big mistake.

“Where the f*ck are you?” Tim thundered on the other line.

Shit. I scrambled out of Nathan’s arms and grabbed for my jeans.

“Uh—”

“I’ve been banging on your door for, like, an hour,” he whined. “You on the can or something?”

“I, uh.” How was I going to explain this one?

“Just get downstairs, OK?” Tim said and then hung up. A multitude of expletives paraded through my head. The last thing I needed was for Tim to find out that Nathan and I had spent the night together. He was desperate enough for a story, and he would be more than happy to throw me under the bus in the process. In fact, getting the dirt on Nathan and getting me fired at the same time would pretty much be Tim’s perfect afternoon.

“Who was that?” Nathan asked, looking entirely too cute and entirely too naked. Too distracting. I shoved my jeans on, knowing that I had to get to the lobby as soon as possible to see what Tim wanted.

“Tim,” I told him, wishing that it had been anyone else but him.

A frown crossed Nathan’s face. “What did he want?”

“I don’t know,” I grabbed my bra from the floor. “But he was knocking on my door downstairs. I need to get to the lobby.” I leaned over the bed to give Nathan a kiss. But the frown didn’t go away. My stomach did an unpleasant drop. “You’re late to meet your family anyways,” I pointed out.

He looked over at the clock and swore. “Shit, you’re right.” We both yanked on the remainder of our clothes, looking exactly like two people who had spent the night and then the morning together. Unless I could go to my room and change quickly, I wasn’t going to be fooling anyone.

“I have to go,” I told him, wanting nothing more than to stay in this suite with him for as long as either of us could stand it. Forever, maybe. The realization that I meant it, that I was already thinking about forever with a guy I had literally just met, scared the shit out of me. It also made my heart sing.