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"I know it is." He leans in close to me, his breath tracing a warm path across my neck.
"Do you do this a lot?" It's a loaded question.
"Do what?" His tongue playfully runs over my chin before he brushes his lips effortlessly across mine.
"Pick up women here for one night stands?" I move forward a touch, hoping to catch his lips with mine again but he pulls back. A small smile forces his full lips slightly apart.
"Is that what I'm doing?" His beautiful blue eyes slowly rake over my body.
"You are, aren't you?" My breath hitches as he slides his arm around my waist and I feel his arousal instantly.
"You want to fuck me," he whispers the words slowly into my ear. I shudder as his breath slides across my neck. "You want me to lick you until you scream, over and over again."
I pull back hoping that with the slight bit of distance I'll find my breath. "That's..." I stop talking the moment his hand moves down my back.
"The minute you walked in and saw me by the bar, you imagined being under me." His hand moves lower, skirting the edge of the hem of my dress. "You knew that before the night was over you'd be on your knees sliding my cock into your mouth."
"I want that," I confess softly. One night with a man like this was all I wanted when I arrived in Manhattan two weeks ago. One night of pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced. This was the man who was going to give me that. I knew it as soon as he turned and looked at me.
"We're going up to my suite now," he pauses and I realize he's waiting for my name.
"Jessica," I offer. I want to be Jessica to him. I'm Jess or Jessie to everyone else. I want to hear my real name on his lips as he's lost in pleasure.
"I'm Nathan," he counters.
"How old are you?" I don't know why the question escapes from my lips. I don’t care how old he is.
"Older than you." His hand brushes the back of my thigh.
I smile at his response. "How do you know I'm old enough?"
"Old enough?" He cocks a brow and his face shifts slightly. He's even more devastatingly handsome than I first realized.
"Old enough," I repeat.
"I watched them card you at the door when you walked in." He motions behind me to the entrance of the club. "They wouldn't have allowed you in the door if you weren't at least twenty-one."
I'm twenty-three but he doesn't need to know that. He doesn't want to know. I can tell. Only one thing matters to him.
"Do you live here? You said you have a suite." I realize I'm stalling. I want this to last. I want to savor every moment this man is pressed against me. I want to drink in every part of him. I may never get another night with a man like this.
I moan as I feel his finger run lazily over the silk of my panties.
"Are you done with the questions, Jessica?" He stares directly into my eyes.
"Yes. Why?" I cringe internally, hoping that my incessant rambling hasn't turned him off.
"Because I really need to fuck you."
