Three Wishes(31)

She gasped. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her own hands went to cover her br**sts.

“No.” He grabbed her wrists and forced her hands behind her back, his mouth coming down on hers in a wild, bruising, wet kiss.

When he felt the struggle leave her wrists as she relaxed into the kiss, he released them and her and stepped back just enough to rip off his jacket and jumper.

This time she stared at his chest in awe.

“Christ, Lily,” he swore when he caught her look and his hands found the zipper at the back of her skirt, looking down with near the same reverence at her amazing full br**sts. He yanked the zipper down and his hands slid up her back, pushing brutally against it, forcing it to arch, forcing her to bear herself more fully to his gaze. Then, completely unable to stop himself and not wishing to anyway, he bent his head and closed his mouth around her nipple.

Her breath caught, he heard it, then it released and then it came out in frantic pants as his tongue swirled around her hardening nipple.

“What are you doing to me?” she breathed in wonder, her hands sliding into his hair.

He didn’t answer. He did the same thing to her other nipple until he felt her legs buckle and he had to support her weight as he felt tremors flow freely through her.

Then he lifted his head and left her standing there as he sat on the bed, tugged off his boots and then followed his jeans.

She looked at him, her eyes wide and fearful as if she’d never seen a male form before in her life.

This didn’t register on him. He pushed her back on the bed so that she was lying across it and before she even settled he leaned over her and yanked her loosened skirt down her legs.

“Nate,” she whispered, her hands cradling her belly protectively but he didn’t note this gesture’s meaning. He simply did the same with her panties.

“Nate!”

“What?” he growled, his hands at her bottom, lifting her up and depositing her deeper in the bed.

“I need to tell you something.” She was still breathing heavily, the midnight blue had moved deeper into her irises but the pure blue was still there.

He spread her legs and settled between them.

“Talk fast,” he said against her mouth and then didn’t allow her to say a word. He kissed her.

And it was everything the kiss in the park had been.

She was beyond magnificent, she was beyond description.

His hand went between their bodies. She had to be ready for him, if she wasn’t this entire scene was going to become very uncomfortable.

She was ready, wet and slippery and when his finger slid inside her, unbelievably tight.

She gasped against his mouth, sucking his tongue deeper inside as his thumb found her. He started circling his thumb at the same time he moved his finger in and out.

When he did, she rode his hand hard, now kissing him.

Her hands were everywhere, trailing hotly against his skin, begging him through touch to give her the release he was building.

“What did you need to tell me?” His mouth was still at hers; her h*ps were still moving insistently against his hand. He was more than ready for her, he couldn’t wait much longer.

“What?” she asked in distraction and then gasped as his thumb pressed harder and swirled. “Oh God,” she moaned, her face flushed beautifully, her neck arched regally and he knew she was there.

Right there.

His fingers moved away, both his hands found her h*ps and he positioned himself expertly.

“Lily, look at me.”

Her chin dipped down and she tried to focus on him. Her gorgeous hair was spread across his bed, her blue eyes were dazed, her full mouth was swollen; she was on the edge of cl**ax.

He’d done that to her, he’d made her look so f**king, unbelievably beautiful.

And as that knowledge scored through him, Nate drove into her.

And she screamed.

* * * * *

The pain, mingled so fiercely with the pleasure, tore through her like a blade.

Nate’s entire body stilled.

He was still deeply embedded inside her and she closed her eyes in humiliation. Now he would know that she’d never been touched. Now the shine would go off her wish and he’d see her as she truly was and whatever was driving him to his behaviour would fade away.

“Lily?” he called gently.

She turned her head to the side, the pain was receding. It had been sharp but her cry was mostly of surprise. She was so close to something, something resplendent and it all flew away when the pain came.

“Lily, look at me.”

She shook her head.

She didn’t want to open her eyes, didn’t want to see anything in his but the way he looked at her that night. She didn’t want to see the revulsion, didn’t want to feel him pulling away.

Although he wasn’t pulling away. He was still deep inside her and not moving a muscle.

“Darling, look at me.”

In surprise at the endearment, her eyes opened, her head righted and she did as she was told.

She wouldn’t have been more surprised at what she saw on his handsome face if every living past president of the United States of America barged in and did the can can.

He was smiling one of his glamorous smiles. This one chock full of deep satisfaction.

“No one’s ever touched you, have they?” he asked.

She shook her head.