The Fix (The Carolina Connections, #1)(48)

“Quid pro quo.” My voice was breathy as I stilled his hands and motioned for him to lose his shirt. I also may have helped a little, letting my hands take their time on the upward journey over his stomach and chest. Lord, was he built. “How do you look like this?” I blurted out.

He laughed. “Look like what?”

“All muscle-ey and bumpy and stuff.” Brilliant, Laney. You should write a book.

He laughed again. “Well, I run every morning, and construction work isn’t exactly sedentary. I also hit the gym a couple times a week.” He shrugged. He shrugged. If I exerted that much energy I would be dead within a week.

His hands grazed over my taught nipples still encased in my sensible white bra—I really needed to take Fiona up on her offer to sex up my lingerie. “Now, can we get back to the fun stuff?” Nate asked, dropping his hands down to my shorts again.

“Yes, please.”

After that we couldn’t get undressed fast enough, and although the couch was comfy and all, that was definitely not where the deed would be done if I had anything to say about it. As our clothes were coming off I subtly aimed him toward the bedroom. We fell onto the bed, me in just my panties and him in black boxer briefs, the rest of our clothes littering a trail from the front door. I had to take a moment to lift myself up a bit and admire the view. He was even more breathtaking than I’d imagined—the perfect proportion of leanness and muscle. I took in his wide shoulders, sculpted chest and abs, muscled thighs, and just the right amount of hair covering his chest and leading a trail down to the hardness that waited under his boxer briefs. It seemed while I was conducting my perusal he was doing some investigating of his own and, if the heat in his eyes was anything to go by, he liked what he saw. That gave me just the boost of confidence I needed to go up on my knees and shimmy my panties down from my hips. I didn’t get far, though, before he flipped me onto my back and settled himself between my thighs, only the thin material of his briefs separating our heat.

“I’m gonna spend a while here if you don’t mind,” he said before tracing one of my nipples with his tongue. “Go about your business and I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

I tried to laugh but it came out as a gasp instead as his teeth nipped at my peak. He let out a little growl and continued to worship first one breast and then the other. My hands roamed his shoulders and hair, and my breath was coming out in pants after a few minutes—I needed him to do something, anything, just more. “Nate,” I pleaded.

His tongue began a path from my aching breasts to other aching parts farther south. “I know it’s only been a few weeks, but I’ve been dreaming of this for what feels like forever.” He groaned as he parted my lower lips and swiped his tongue upward, ending at my clit and sucking it into his mouth.

I may or may not have had a stroke at that moment. I was no longer in control of my faculties as I started making sounds no human should ever make. Nate Murphy was one seriously talented man. Once his fingers joined his tongue, I was arching and keening and holding his head in place as if the fate of the world depended on him continuing to give me head like it was his fucking job. After what seemed like only seconds, I came in a rush of ecstasy and delirium, and I’m pretty sure Fiona could hear my cries from my house and was raising an ice cream spoon in tribute.

Nate lifted his head and looked only slightly less satisfied than I imagine I did.

“Oh my … I mean … oh my … that was … oh my.” Yep, I was a poet.

He smiled at my orgasm induced dopey-ness and wiped his mouth on the sheet. “I’ll be right back—gotta get a condom.” And he walked his fine ass to the attached bathroom.

I did some internal cheering and dancing (in which I was very graceful) and rolled over onto my stomach to wait for his return. I whipped my head around when I felt a sharp pain on my left butt-cheek.

“Ow! Did you just bite my ass?”

He looked way too smug. “Yes I did. And I plan to do it again.”

“Oh my God, what is wrong with you?” I laughed and rubbed my sore ass.

“You’ve obviously never seen your ass.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Speaking of, you’d better lose those shorts or I’m ripping them off your ass.”

“Oooh, aggressive. I like it,” he teased.

And then I lost patience and kind of lunged for his junk. I’m not really clear on how it went exactly, but the important part was he got naked.





Chapter Seventeen





Life Is Good Here in the Batcave





NATE

I think Laney may have actually torn my boxer briefs as she yanked them off me. I had evidently awakened some inner vixen in her. Not that I was complaining. Or thinking. At all. She had my cock in her hand and was stroking me with perfect pressure and rhythm from base to tip, circling the head before moving back down. It was so good, I was worried things would be over before they began.

“Baby, let up a bit. That feels way too good.” I stood at the side of the bed while she lay on her stomach, her ass arched up in the air and her hands all over me. I couldn’t get enough of the view. Or her taste. I could have gone down on her for hours with her silky thighs cradling my head, but I was way too anxious to get inside her. She was all soft skin and lush curves.