A Clandestine Corporate Affair(25)

He tugged his polo shirt up over his head, then shoved his jeans off and kicked them aside. He was perfect. Lean and strong and beautiful. The glow of the fire licked and danced across his skin as he got down and stretched out beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing at her.

“My body is a little different than the last time you saw it,” she said.

He touched her stomach, stroking it with the backs of his fingers, and the skin quivered under his touch. “Does that bother you?” he asked.

She shrugged. “It’s just a fact.”

“Well,” he said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the crest of her breast, just above the lace edge of her bra, “I think you’re even sexier than you were before.”

As long as he kept touching her, she didn’t care how she looked. He eased the cup of her bra aside, exposing her breast to the cool air, and her nipple pulled into a tight point. He teased it lightly with his tongue, then took it in his mouth and sucked. Ana moaned softly and closed her eyes. Nathan reached around to unfasten her bra, working the clasp with a quick flick of his fingers. The low growl of satisfaction as he pulled it off said he either didn’t notice that her breasts weren’t quite as firm as they had been before, or he simply didn’t care.

For a while he seemed content to just touch and kiss and explore her, and oh, could the man do amazing things with his mouth. The problem was, he was only doing them above the waist. And though God knows she loved kissing him, and putting her hands on him was like pure heaven, she was crawling out of her skin, she was so hot for him. But every time she tried to move things along, he would cut her off at the pass.

She enjoyed foreplay as much as the next woman, but even she had limits. But hadn’t that always been his M.O.? For him, foreplay wasn’t a means to an end. It was an art form. And sex had always been not only satisfying, but fun.

“You know you’re driving me crazy,” she said.

His grin said that he knew exactly what he was doing. “There’s no rush, right?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call this rushing, Nathan.”

“Because I know the second I touch you, you’re going to come.” As if to prove his point, he slid his hand down her stomach, dipping his fingers an inch or so under the waist of her panties. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, digging her nails into his shoulders, but his smug smile said she wasn’t fooling him.

“Well what do you expect after three hours of foreplay?” she said.

He laughed. “It hasn’t been three hours.”

It sure felt like it. He didn’t seem to understand that most men pretty much grew bored with the foreplay after five minutes. Nathan, on the other hand, seemed to be going for some sort of world record.

“I’d just like to make this last,” he said.

“Did I mention that it’s been eighteen months? Honestly, I think I’ve waited long enough.”

His eyes locked on hers, and he slid his hand inside her panties again. The second his fingers dipped into her slippery heat she was out on the ledge and ready to fall over. She just needed one little push….

“Not yet,” Nathan whispered, pulling his hand away. She groaned in protest. He sat up and tugged her panties off, and she nearly sobbed, she was so ready. Pushing her thighs apart, he knelt between them. He wrapped his hands around her ankles and slowly slid them upward, dipping in to caress the backs of her knees, then higher still, easing her thighs wider. With the pads of his thumbs he grazed the crease where her thigh met her body, then he dipped inward…

She was so close…falling over…

He pressed her legs apart, lowered his head…she felt his warm breath…the wet heat of his tongue…

Her body locked in a pleasure so intense, so beautiful and perfect that a sob bubbled up from her throat. Only when she saw Nathan gazing down at her, brow furrowed with worry, did she realize that tears were leaking from her eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No, it was perfect.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

She sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “Nothing. I think it was just really intense. Maybe because it’s been so long. Like a huge emotional release, or something.”

He didn’t look as though he believed her. “Maybe we should stop.”

He was going to back out now? Seriously? “I don’t want to stop. I’m fine.”