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Restlessly she shifted, impatience making her body tingle.
Nathan took the time to drape his pants over the footboard and tuck his socks inside his shoes before slipping them under the bed. Once again, she wondered what it would take for him to lose even a little of his carefully harnessed self-control.
Finally he removed his underwear. He was every bit as big as she might have guessed. She’d never been with a man whose cock was so thick. As she watched him roll a condom on, she moved around a bit, preparing for his penetration.
He knelt on the bed between her legs and squeezed her nipples.
In response, she pushed her ass into the mattress. His touch was torturous and not nearly enough.
He stuck two fingers into his mouth then rubbed between her legs. Her heated flesh blazed. Nathan had sensitized her skin, and each touch seemed magnified. She’d never felt more alive.
With gentle strokes that were a contrast to the way he’d been with her, he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, preparing her.
Not just from the physical way he treated her, but because he was so determined to care for her, she was starting to care for him. And that, she knew, would be disastrous.
He continued to torment her, and when she was slick, he pressed his cockhead into her opening, and she moaned. The contact was even more than she’d hoped for, intimate on an entirely different level.
“Tell me you want me.”
“Mr. Donovan, I almost grabbed your dick and put it in me a couple of minutes ago.”
Despite that, he moved slower than she’d hoped, entering her then pulling out before going in again a little deeper.
She placed her feet flat on the mattress, spreading her legs wider in silent invitation.
Finally, he sank in the rest of the way with a deep thrust.
Even though she’d been sure she was ready, his length and girth filled her. “Holy hell,” she gasped.
“Almost deep enough.”
He grabbed her right leg and lifted it, putting it on his shoulder, taking control of her and the rhythm.
Nathan pulled out almost all the way then plunged back in and she let out a screaming, shuddering sigh.
This was what submission was about for her, the fantasy of being helpless, of having rough sex with an unbelievably caring man.
Maybe because of her dreams coming to life, a climax gripped her.
“Take it.”
It stunned her to realize he’d read her so accurately that he knew she was so close.
He thrust deep, shooting spasms through her as she orgasmed.
He held her, an arm under her back, supporting her, silently letting her know he had her.
The paradox between his strength and gentleness made her weak.
Slowly at first, he began to move again.
She looked at him, saw the lines of concentration, the way he willed her to keep her gaze on him.
Then he kissed her, so fucking gently that she melted.
As he pistoned faster, he kissed her deeper.
Then the answering response arced through her, and she met him tongue to tongue, feminine to masculine.
His lovemaking went on for an impossible amount of time. Then he broke the kiss and tightened his jaw.
She gave herself over to the thrill of his orgasm and brought her free leg up over him.
“Kelsey.” Her name sounded part endearment, part growl.
He came deep inside her, and she felt the pulse of his ejaculation. For that moment, she felt powerful too.
Eventually, she opened her eyes, and she smiled at him.
She wondered how she could feel so tender toward him after experiencing all this.
He released the grip he had on her wrists and brushed wayward hair back from her face. “So perfect for me.”
“For me as well.”
He stayed there for several seconds, looking at her. His smile faded and a frown replaced it, and when he spoke, his tone was gruff. “Let’s get you untied.”
She wondered what thoughts had gone through his mind, but before she could ask, he’d pulled out of her and eased her leg from his shoulder.
After releasing her, he spent a few seconds rubbing her hands and wrists and studying her. “Any problems moving?”
She tested her range of motion to show him she was fine. “No. I’m fine.”
He helped her sit up, then went into the bathroom to discard the condom.
Then, surprising her, he wiped her with a damp washcloth that he’d brought back. Instead of getting ready to leave, he pulled up the blankets then climbed into bed, propping a pillow against the headboard. “Come here.”
Common sense urged her to refuse. After everything they’d shared, things she’d never done with anyone else, she was feeling vulnerable.
As if he knew that, he opened his arms.
Damn him.
She snuggled against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. The sound of his pounding heart soothed her.
He smoothed her hair and curled a lock around his index finger, toying with it.
