Justice Falling (Falling #3)(34)

I got up from my chair and moved around the counter. “Can I help?” My arm brushed his and he smiled. He sliced a piece of pear and held it up to my lips.

“I was going to make a pear dish that would rock your world.” His eyebrows rose as he focused intently on my mouth. He brought the pear close to my lips. I licked them and watched his jaw tick. “Open.” His words slithered down my spine and settled between my thighs.

Grabbing his wrist I pushed his hand down. He dropped the slice of pear. “I’m not hungry for food.”

He placed his hands at my hips and brought his pelvis hard against mine. I could feel the distinct outline of an erection along my stomach. “What are you in the mood for, my love?” I closed my eyes, and let those words give me courage.

“More,” I whispered.

His fingers tightened, digging into the flesh at my hips.

“Open your eyes, Precious.” I did and what I saw made my knees weak. His light eyes were almost black. His hands came up to cup each side of my neck, thumbs sliding along my cheekbones. “Are you sure?”

“I want to be with you, Nate.” My words sounded shaky but heartfelt.

“Christ.” His lips crushed mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I gave it to him, then took my own drink of his kiss. He tasted like the rich wine we’d consumed, and I wanted so much more of it. In a debonairly smooth move, Nate bent me low, hooked an arm around both of my knees, and lifted me off the floor without breaking our lip lock.

He carried me through his home until he stopped and set me on my feet. The bed frame pressed into the back of my legs. His lips moved down my neck, gliding along the column. His fingers searched my back then wandered along my rib cage. “Blimey! Where in the hell is it?” He pulled back breathing erratically.

I yanked at my belt, and let it fall to the floor. “It doesn’t have any zippers. It goes over the head, silly.” I laughed.

With a flourish, he tugged the end of my dress and whipped it over my head. The green fabric floated delicately to the floor. He took a step back, his gaze roaming over every inch of my skin. “Camille, Christ. I had no idea…” His words were lost as he inhaled, his nostrils flaring. Fear consumed me as worry filled the space between us. He stood silently taking in every speck of my bared body. Uncertainty slithered through my mind, not confident he liked what he saw. Every second seemed like an eternity until finally he growled, “You’re so bloody perfect.” Then…he pounced.

All the air left my chest as he captured me. A willing participant to his desire, his lust, his everything. Those long fingers slid along the curve of my hip, up each bump in my spine, until lastly he curled a hand in the hair at my nape pulling me closer. I could feel his words against my bottom lip as it trembled. “You’re going to own it,” he whispered a gravelly tone that I felt pierce my heart.

“Own what?” I closed my eyes, preferring to let his voice set the mood.

“Everything, anything.” His words spun through my mind like a merry-go-round, delightful at first, then dizzying. He nipped my lips, sharp little bites expressing his need. His hunger was strong and matched my own. I could feel the current of desire running through him in my fingertips digging into his shoulder blades. “As long as I get it in return,” he finished. I tilted my head back trying to understand and put some space in the haze of need surrounding us.

“What do you want?” I asked as he soaked the skin of my neck with shallow kisses, dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin. “Anything…please, Nate,” I begged, not knowing what I was begging for. What I needed. I just needed something and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d be the one to give it to me. “Anything you want from me…it’s yours.”

He growled low in his throat and I knew my words broke through the haze. The corresponding kiss lifted me to the heavens, to where my deepest, darkest dreams lay, waiting for someone to come along and make me believe again. Someone to help make my dreams come true.

“I want it all, Precious.” He cupped my neck and used his thumb to bring my chin down so that our gazes locked. “Your body.”

I shivered.

“Your heart.”

I lost the ability to swallow.

“Your soul.”

I stopped breathing.

Then he captured my lips. Light, sound, feel and touch collided in a supernova of need. I ripped at his clothes. His shirt was gone in a millisecond. The pants were shoved down in a torrent of activity, our hands working as one solid unit. I hadn’t even a moment to view his body before he was on top of me, my thighs cradling his waist.

Nate kissed me the way every woman dreamed of being kissed. Slow and chaste, then hard and deep. His tongue searched and found, taking what he wanted. I gave freely.

He pulled back and I chased his mouth, craning my neck to suck that luscious bottom lip, nibbling the flesh. A groan spilled deep from his throat.

Long fingers trailed up each rib until his hands were there. Right there, squeezing and molding the mounds of my breasts. He unclasped my bra, and slid each cup aside. Nate moved back onto his haunches, caging me with a muscular thigh at each hip. I gripped each thigh then scratched my nails along the rough, solid muscle. He inhaled; his jaw clenched tight, his gaze eating up every inch.

Nate’s hands caressed each breast then focused a finger on the tender peaks. He lifted his thumbs to his mouth and licked the digits before bringing them down to my breasts once more, circling each nipple in maddening spirals. Ribbons of pleasure ripped down my chest and settled heavily between my thighs, soaking my panties. I arched and closed my eyes, not able to watch him touch me. It was too much.