Drive(80)
“Oh my God.” I reached for anything I could as he sucked my nipple hard before he withdrew and thrust back in. My back bowed off the desk, and I fought to lift my legs with the weight of the skates. Nate pulled my body up easily, his fingertips biting into my flesh as he fucked me like we were at war. Lust dripped from his eyes as sweat trickled down his chest. He swiveled his hips, opening me further as I felt the build start to catch. With one more thrust, I was screaming his name.
“God, goddamn,” he swore as he tore through me, his hips picking up. He was so deep, all I could do was scratch and tear at his arms as he wasted us both.
“Stella,” he said reverently, as he buried his forehead between my breasts and rolled through his orgasm, his body shaking minutes after we both came. We lay in a sweaty heap while I ran my fingers through his hair.
“That escalated quickly,” I said with a soft laugh.
He looked up at me with a sleepy grin. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Think you can roll us home?”
“Doubtful, mine are going numb, too,” I said. “Please take them off.”
Pulling up his boxers, he picked up one skate and placed it on his thigh, unlacing it before he removed the other.
“This was without a doubt the strangest music to have sex to. You’re such a weirdo.”
I laughed as the Electric Light Orchestra sang “I’m Alive”.
“You will love it, eventually.”
“I guess I better get used to it,” he whispered as he massaged my foot before he gripped my hand, helping me into a sitting position. We had destroyed his desk and papers were strewn everywhere.
He slid my dress over my arm, leaving hot, tongue-filled kisses on my breasts and neck before he covered them up. He pulled the dress so it covered my lap.
“This was not a sex soundtrack. It turned into one because of you, you horny old man.”
He gently gripped my chin. “I’m going to go clean up.”
“K.”
“Don’t sit here and think woman thoughts, okay? You’re taking the right side tonight.”
I bit my lip and nodded with a smile. He went to the bathroom, and I straightened myself out and refastened my panties. I sorted through the paperwork and was close to putting it in some sort of order when I felt his arms slide around me. “That was some first kiss.”
“It was,” I said, turning to face him. It never failed. I always hitched my breath a little at the sight of him. I hoped that never stopped. “I meant it, you know. It’s been a crazy year, and I’ve been all over the place, but I’ve done nothing but think about what you said to me for days.”
“Stella, if you think there’s a fucking chance in hell I’m letting you get away after that, you’re crazier than the lady who just roller skated into my office.”
“Same lady,” I said with a lip twitch. “It was a fantasy of mine. I figured if you went for it, you’d be worth a shot.”
“Best Halloween ever,” he said with a grin.
“I brought you some candy.”
He swept his lips across mine. “Just keeps getting better.”
Trouble
COLDPLAY
New Year’s Eve
“I wish I was there to kiss you,” Nate said, his voice full of regret.
“Yeah, well, you suck,” I teased. “It’s fine, Nate. Paper comes first. It has to.”
I dug myself deeper into the couch as I watched the ball drop.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six . . .” we said together as we rang in the new year. He was in Chicago meeting with some ad execs and wanted to get a head start on introductions before his meetings. He was courting them while I was left to pine for him on my couch. I hadn’t given him a single ounce of crap for it. He was taking care of both of his women in some capacity.
“Did you feel that kiss?”
“I’m eating a donut, so no,” I said with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said. “I wish I could have taken you, but you’d be trapped in a hotel.”
“Next time. I have to work all day tomorrow. It’s a miracle I got the night off.”
“I have to get back to the party.”
“Go get ’em.”
“I wish I was inside you.”
“I’ll be sleeping on the right.”
There was that lingering silence, the one where we both wanted to say more words but waited. I loved that silence. It said so much more than words ever could.
“Hurry home.”
“Bye, beautiful.”
More silence. Neither of us wanted off the phone.
“One day we’ll travel together. Oh shit!”
“What?”
“I forgot to put a suitcase outside my door!”
“What?”
“It’s not midnight everywhere yet, right?” I said breathlessly, throwing the mountain of blankets off of my lap. Texas was a sea of ice and had been for weeks.
“Stella, I’m so confused,” he said with a chuckle.
“Just a superstition.”
“Ah,” he said with perfect understanding, because he knew me, sometimes better than I did myself. He was one of those men who studied my reactions, worked hard for my smiles, and fucked me like it was his job. I’d never had one of those men before. I fell in love with the promise in his eyes, his voice, and the comfort of being myself without being judged. His love was unconditional, though he had yet to utter the words. It was a given. Being with Nate was the most natural relationship I’d ever been in. He’d stolen my breath and was doing his best to steal the rest, and it was working.