Making Sense (9 page)

“Are you sure about this?” He moved closer, his lips hovering above hers.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” She flexed her hands in his. Her heart pounded. The words were mostly true—she absolutely, desperately, wanted to have sex with him. But she had no idea what to expect.
 

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” He brushed his lips against hers, kissed up her jaw to her ear, nuzzling it. “If I take you to bed, I’m not going to hold back.” He bit her earlobe, laughing as she shivered, and kissed down her neck, touching his tongue to where her pulse throbbed.

“Oh God…”

“If we do this, we do it a hundred percent.” He covered the pulse point with his mouth, sucking gently.

“What do you mean?” she asked faintly.

He kissed back up to her mouth and pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. “I mean, if you’re expecting a two-minute quickie and a pizza, it’s not going to happen.”
 

She swallowed. “I thought you said you were used to it being hot and fast.”

“Sometimes hot and fast is good, it hits the spot.” He moved even closer to her, pressing himself along her body, pinning her to the glass. “But if I’m finally going to get you into bed,
Aroha
, in the dark, with your skin sticking to mine with sweat—” he kissed her neck again and touched his tongue to her damp skin, “—and all night to play with you, there’s no way I’m going to waste a precious second of that time.”

Freya’s head spun. The whisky threaded through her veins, heating her blood, the rugby shirt growing damp against her back and under her breasts. Her heart pounded. She’d half expected him to lift her onto the table and take her then and there, in a brief, glorious burst of sexual passion, and she would have been content with that. But this…

He lifted his head, looked her in the eye. “Well? Still want to go ahead?”

“Oh my God, yes, yes, yes.”

He laughed then and lowered his head, catching her lips in a hot, slow kiss. Freya sighed, still pinned to the glass beneath his weight, unable to do anything except kiss him back. Her erect nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of the shirt, and she could feel his erection solid and warm against the flat of her stomach. He stroked her tongue softly with his own, tasting her, eventually releasing her hands so he could slide his down her, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her tightly to him.

Freya reached up on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck, thoroughly enjoying the unhurried, sensual embrace, threading her fingers through the short, damp hair at the nape of his neck. He moved his hands to her hips, then around to her butt, pulling back slightly as he found it bare, the shirt having risen up when she put her arms around him.

“Oh yeah,” he said enthusiastically.

She laughed as he cupped her butt cheeks with his hands and squeezed them gently while he pulled her to him. “You’re definitely an ass man, then?”

“You might change your mind in a few minutes when I get that top off,” he said, and they both laughed.

She ran her hands down from his shoulders, along his muscular arms, tracing the tattoo. Moving back, she gestured for him to take off his T-shirt, and he grabbed it by the back of the neck, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor.

The tattoo went from just above his elbow all the way up his arm and acr
oss the joint in his shoulder, a curling Māori pattern that, in the semi-darkness, looked like vines snaking up his arm. She traced it with a finger up to his shoulder, continuing to move her fingertips down from his collarbone, across his muscled chest, t
hrough the light brown hairs to his nipples, which she brushed lightly.

He raised an eyebrow at her and grasped the bottom of her shirt. “Two can play at that game.”

Her heart pounded, but she raised her arms so he could draw off the shirt and let it drop on top of his own. Lightning flashed, and she inhaled at the dark desire in his eyes as he turned her slightly toward the torchlight, his hands resting on her hips.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was husky. “Like a black-and-white photo.”

“Thank you.” Her whole body glowed as his gaze caressed her appreciatively.
I don’t shower women with compliments
, he’d said, but that sounded pretty damn complimentary to her.

He brought a hand up to cup her left breast. Her nipples had softened, but as he stroked his thumb across one, it tightened, sending a frisson of desire through her whole body. He raised his other hand, then, to brush across her right nipple, watching her face as he did so, smiling as she sighed. “Like magic,” he said, cupping her breasts with his palms, squeezing the nipples slightly between thumb and forefinger.

She trembled, tingles running through her, and he sighed and pulled her to him again, kissing her deeply before eventually placing one arm around her waist, one under her butt, and lifting her. She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms tight around his neck.
 

He went into the kitchen so she could pick up the torch and then turned toward the hall. “Bed,” he said, and he walked out of the room.

Chapter Seven

Nate kissed Freya as he carried her along the corridor to his room, savouring the feel of her wrapped around him, her skin warm and damp, smelling of roses in spite of the fact that she’d obviously used his shower gel. He couldn’t believe his luck. He knew he should have turned her down, but, well, that was never going to happen, not when she was so hot and he wanted her so badly.

Just the one night
, he told himself.
One night can’t hurt.
She wanted comfort, gentle reassurance that she was attractive and deserved to be loved in spite of the difficulties going on around her. That he could understand, and he ignored the warning bells that rang in his head as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, making him grow even harder. This was all about sex. It was the twenty-first century—there was nothing wrong with a bit of hot sex when two people were in need.

He nudged the door open with his foot, closed it behind him, still kissing her, and walked to the bed. He left the curtains open, placing the torch on the chest of drawers, turning it to face the wall, casting the room in a very faint light. She lowered her legs, sliding down him until she stood on the ground, and she unpopped the button at the top of his shorts, pulling down the zipper. He pushed them off with his boxers, and she looked down, eyes widening.

“Wow. Nate. Seriously.”

He laughed, feeling a glow at her obvious admiration. “Thank you.”

She closed her hand around him, stroking him gently. “Dear God, after the night I’ve had this is incredible good luck.”

He kissed her, his laugh turning to a groan as she continued to stroke him, the thrust of her tongue in his mouth matching the movement of her hand. Eventually, he caught her wrist and lifted her hand, giving her an exasperated glare. “Enough of that, or we’ll be having dessert before the starter.”

“I like dessert,” she pouted.

He pushed her, and she fell back onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress, giggling. Climbing on, he stretched out beside her, hooking his leg across hers, propping his head on a hand. “Starter first.”
 

He kissed her, and while he savoured the taste of her, his tongue playing with hers, he began stroking her body. He ran his fingers lightly down her side to her knee, then back up over her hip to her breast, circling a nipple and brushing it innocently before stroking down the other side. He continued to do this with gentle, light strokes, enjoying the silkiness of her skin, slightly damp from the humid night. The thunder continued to roll above them, lightning flashing and illuminating them wrapped around each other, and it was incredibly warm in the room, but luckily no power meant no air conditioning. He wanted her hot, slick with salty sweat, sticking to him when he eventually slid into her.

After a while, he moved his mouth to her breasts and teased her nipples. He loved her nipples, the colour of a sunset, dusky rose. They kept softening in the warmth, going velvety smooth, and he enjoyed sucking them into his mouth and feeling them tighten on his tongue into tiny buttons, which he then teased with his teeth, listening to her sighs with smug satisfaction.

He continued to stroke her body, eventually pushing her legs apart and bringing his fingers to the strip of hair that ran between them. “Nice,” he said, raising his head and watching her. Either side of the hair, her skin was incredibly smooth, making him hard as a rock.

She noticed, and her lips curved. “You like a Brazilian?”

“It’s sexy,” he agreed, sliding his fingers into the strip of hair, and finally further down into her hot centre. She inhaled, and there was just enough light for him to see her cheeks redden as he found her wet and swollen. “Oh yeah.”

“Ah…”

He explored her gently, moving his fingers inside her. He brought them back up to slide through her folds while he watched her face, observing her reaction to his touch.

“Tell me what you like,” he said huskily, kissing her cheek as he stroked her lightly.

“Oh…you appear to know…better than me…what I like.” She closed her eyes as he stroked more firmly. “Oh, yes! There. Oh God yes, right there.”

“Right here?” he teased, slowing his fingers.

“Right…there.” She gave such an erotic sigh that he thought he’d probably found the target, and he continued to stroke her at the same pressure and pace as he lowered his head to her breasts and began to pay them attention again.

It wasn’t long before her breathing grew erratic, and she grasped his wrist, trying to pause his movement.

“What?” He ignored her grip and continued to stroke her.

“Stop. I…I want you inside me.”

“Already?” He chuckled. “We finally get to bed and you only want the one orgasm?”

That
made her open her eyes and stare at him.

“Just relax,” he said. “Starter first, remember?” He covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked hard as he stroked her firmly.

“Oh God…” She slid a hand into his hair and tightened her fingers. “Oh that’s so…”

He lifted his head and kissed her. “So?”

She’d lost the power of speech, though, and he watched her tenderly as she came, her hips pushing up, crying out as he slid his fingers inside her to feel her muscles pulse, still pressing on her most sensitive spot with his thumb. He kissed her, capturing her cries, glorifying in her pleasure, in the knowledge that he’d caused it and made her forget for just a brief while the difficult day she’d had. That was all he was there for, he reminded himself. To ease her pain, and maybe have a bit of fun at the same time.

Afterward, Freya lay there in a kind of daydream, listening to the rain hammer against the window as he stroked her from shoulder to thigh again, waiting for her breathing to slow. She so hadn’t expected this. Thank God she’d been brave enough to tempt him!

She tipped her head to the side to study him, seeing him watching her, smiling. “Thank you,” she said, a little shyly.

“You’re very welcome.” He kissed her again. “Now for the main course.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Yummy. I’m assuming you have condoms somewhere around?”

“Yes, but I feel I should point out they’ll be used for dessert.” He began to kiss down from her neck to her stomach, continuing down slowly until his lips reached her pubic hair.

Oh God.
“Ah.” She twisted away from him and sat up. “Where are you going?”

“You want me to draw you a diagram?”

Her cheeks grew warm again. “Absolutely not. And there’s no way I’m letting you do that. I’m hot and sweaty and sticky.”

“Oh jeez.” He closed his eyes momentarily. “Stop talking dirty.” She laughed then, rolling over, trying to squirm away from him, but he was easily too strong for her and flipped her onto her back again, half-lying on her so she couldn’t get away. “Stop wriggling.”

“Nate Taylor, you’re disgusting.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows, but he was too heavy for her to rise any higher.

“Oh yeah. And the sooner you realise how much, the better.” He licked slowly between her breasts. “Why do you think I’m so pleased the air con’s off?”

“You planned this?” she said, horrified at the thought that he found her sweaty body attractive.

He lifted his head to look at her, sliding his hand between her legs again, and he gave her a wicked smile. “Absolutely. I want you slick, hot and salty. First I want to taste you, to make you come with my tongue—” he’d begun to stroke her again, and she sighed, “—and then I want to take you. It’s going to be hard and fast,
Aroha
, just as you wanted it. And I want you wet and swollen, because we really don’t want any friction when we get going.”

Freya closed her eyes and tipped back her head, shivering, her nipples tightening with desire. “God, Nate…”

He laughed and began to kiss down her body again. “I knew you’d like me talking dirty.”

Her heart pounded as he moved to the bottom of the bed. “Why? I’m a nice girl. You said so yourself.”

“I’m beginning to realise how wrong I was.” He positioned himself between her thighs, spread her legs wide and folded his arms beneath him. “You smell heavenly.”