When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)(68)

“I have all of you now, Ember.”

“Oh, my God.”

Tears burn my eyes and I look up to an elated Annabelle. I’m sure she’s thrilled that she sold every piece. After all, her commission alone is worth being excited about, but she looks like my reaction alone is worth more to her than any money she made tonight.

His deep chuckles at my shock vibrate against my back, and with a hitch in my breath, I turn with a leap and bury my head in the crook of his neck and cry the happiest tears I’ve ever shed.

“You’re crazy,” I tell him.

“Crazy for you.”

“That … God, Nate. Do you have any idea how much money you just spent?”

He shrugs.

“Where are you even planning to put all of these?” My question is a hushed whisper against his smiling lips.

“I guess we can give one to your dad,” he answers in complete seriousness. “But our war is going home with us. That’s mine.”

“There are still over thirty paintings that you now own, Nate.”

His lips part, his teeth showing as he smiles big. “Looks like we’re about to have some full walls then.”

“I love you, you crazy man.”

“I know.”

I raise a brow, his laughter booming around us. “I love you, too.”





“Nate!” I scream when his hand smacks against my exposed ass. “Please,” I beg.

“If I would have known you were walking around bare under this dress.” His words come out so deep and full of lust that he sounds animalistic.

My fingers flex against the wall in front of me, wishing he had, at least, pushed me against the couch instead so I would have something to grip. We didn’t even make it a step inside the door before he was pushing me against the wall and making true to his promise earlier when he pulled my dress’s tight skirt over my hips.

Then he discovered just what I had on underneath. Or, rather, what I didn’t.

And that is where we are now. He’s standing behind me panting while one palm between my shoulders pins me against the wall as his other continues to spank each of my naked cheeks.

He takes a handful of my flesh and gives me a painful squeeze, the feeling shooting something so heavenly between my legs. He lets go, brings his hand down again over the heated skin, and shifts so I can feel his pants-covered erection between my cheeks.

“You look so f*cking hot wearing my marks,” he utters against my shoulder before his teeth take a hard nip.

“Oh, God.” I gasp.

He continues to play with me, nipping and licking at my shoulder and neck while rocking against me.

“Please. I need you, Nate,” I whine, pushing against him.

“My mouth or my cock?”

My mouth moves, and between pants and incoherent mumbling, I try to answer. My legs are shaking so violently; the release I so desperately need is just within reach, rendering me incapable of conscious thought, let alone speech.

“You’re soaking my pants, Ember. You need me, baby?”

I give him a nod, my forehead hitting the wall softly. With no strength left, I leave it there and sigh.

Nate continues his tantalizing movements with hips rocking against my backside. The burn of his pants against my heated flesh only spikes my growing need for him with each rub. His hands come up to roughly grab my breasts through the dress, pinching my nipples harshly. I whine and he answers with a coarse laugh.

With quick movements, he has me turned. My back hits the wall as my legs come up to hook behind his back. The second his hips connect with my core, I notice that at some point he had shed his pants, the hard heat of his bare erection hitting the spot that needs him the most, and I whimper shamelessly.

With our faces level, noses touching with each deep inhale, it’s as if we both feel the need to be as close as possible and our hands move. Mine slowly travel up his chest until the tips of my fingers are in his silky hair and my thumbs are at his cheekbones. He moves slower, stabilizing our weight with his body before framing my face, his thumbs sweeping over my cheek slowly.

His luminous eyes burn their gaze into mine as he stares at me with raw hunger. Our mingled breaths rush between parted lips, just inches from touching, as we continue to gaze at each other. What had started as a desperate desire to feel each other changes in that instant; it’s no longer about the hunger to find our releases, but to share something more intense than we ever had before.

I gasp when he lifts his body from mine; taking his cock from the hug my lips had been giving it, I mourn the loss. With our faces so close, I see his hooded eyes darken to a mossy green that burns brightly, reminding me of a rain-soaked field after a hard downpour.

Hypnotizing.

Alluring.

All-consuming.

The second he enters my body, we both call out. His fingers flex on my neck and pull my forehead to his without breaking eye contact.

He moves slowly, each inch entering my body with unhurried measured thrusts that have a new burn crawling up my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. I tighten my thighs, trying to bring him closer, or speed him up, but he ignores me. Even as my whimpers turn to an aroused whine, he doesn’t take me harder than the slow glide he had created. The sounds of our breaths echoing around us mingle with the wet sounds of him entering and exiting my body.

“More,” I say breathily.