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“Are you serious?”
“Do it.”
I slide my dress over one shoulder.
His eyes dance with fire as he watches on.
Then, once over the other shoulder, I slowly wiggle it down over my hips. It falls and pools on the floor around my feet. I stand before him in lacy black panties and a matching bra.
“All of it.”
I put my hands on my hips in protest, and he raises an impatient eyebrow. “Eliza.”
Oh hell, I’m not sure about this booty-call thing. It seems to be going all his way.
I swallow the lump in my throat and reach around to unlatch my bra before I toss it to the side.
He gives me a slow, sexy smile, and he gestures to my panties with his chin. “Take them off.”
Be the best damn booty-call he ever had.
With my eyes locked on his, I slide my panties down over my hips and step out of them.
He licks his lips as he inhales sharply. He stands, and in one quick movement, he takes my nipple in his mouth and bites me hard. I whimper as he moves to my other breast. He bites that, too, and he grabs my breasts aggressively.
“Fuck, I love your tits.” He growls around my nipple. His dark eyes are locked on mine. I can see his tongue as it flicks over my hardened nipple. He’s totally lost to his arousal and it’s fucking hot.
Oh hell, I tip my head back to the ceiling, and I shudder hard. Calm down, calm down.
I swear, I’m going to come.
He throws me on the bed and spreads my legs. Then, he stands over me, his eyes roaming over my open, pink flesh.
Let’s get straight to it then.
I feel like I can hardly breathe. Is there any air in here?
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His shirt is lifted off, revealing his broad shoulders. His stomach is rippled with muscle, and he has a scattering of dark hair across his chest. A trail of hair picks up at his navel and disappears into his black jeans.
Dear God, he’s beautiful—more beautiful than I remember.
“Touch yourself,” he murmurs with his eyes locked on my sex. “Spread those pretty little lips and touch yourself for me.”
My back arches off the bed. Oh man, I forgot how intense Nathan is in the bedroom. He’s off the charts.
I run my hand down over my clavicle, and then over my breasts, moving lower… lower.
His dark eyes watch on.
I spread my lips with my fingers, and a trace of a smile crosses his face. He’s holding his breath. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Go deep, baby.”
Fuck.
I slide my finger into my sex, and he unfastens the top button of his jeans aggressively.
“Two,” he commands.
