Sweet Temptation (10 page)

“Nate, I can’t,” she said. Skylar started to cry, as he wasn’t listening to what she was saying. He pushed a little further into her. She wasn’t seeing Nate now, it was Lucas above her, forcing himself into her. Starting to feel suffocated, she tried gasping for air. She didn’t want to imagine Lucas above her like this.

She started thrashing her body around in hopes that he would release her. “Get away from me,” she yelled. He suddenly stopped moving and looked at her. She was shaking. He lifted himself off of her and knelt on the end of the bed. She stood up quickly, wrapped the sheet around her half-naked body, and ran towards the bathroom. Nate was behind her quickly, wrapping his arm around her waist. He stopped her from going in there and had no idea what was wrong.

“Did I hurt you, baby?” Nate slowly turned her around and looked at her face. She was crying and shaking like a leaf. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry for leading you on, but I can’t do this.” She tried to get out of his grip, but he tightened it. She started to panic. “Nate, please let me go.”

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me why you can’t, baby. Did I hurt you?” he asked, a frown on his face.

Skylar knew he would never hurt her, but after what she had been through, she didn’t trust anyone.

“Let me go,
now, Nate!
” she screamed. She could tell he was pissed. Reluctantly, he let her go. Once his hands released her she turned and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face. He had no clue as to what was going on or why she was upset.

* * *

Skylar wanted him. Badly. But she couldn’t act on it. She wanted to – God, did she want to – and she missed it. But every time Lucas got drunk, which was all the time, he would hit her to make it clear that she was his and only his and he could do whatever he wanted to her. Lucas had forced himself on her, too many times to count. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get away from him. The last straw was what he did to her was the night before James helped her escape. Just thinking about what happened that night gave her shivers down her spine.

She didn’t know what to do and Nate was still in her room. She slid down the wall in the corner of the bathroom and brought her knees up, wrapping her arms around them, and cried even more. She couldn’t help it, she just wanted to forget about everything that happened and get on with her life. She didn’t want to be scared anymore. She really wanted to move on with Nate, if he wanted that as well.

“Baby, can I come in, please?” Nate knocked on the door. She knew what was coming, and she couldn’t bring herself to actually tell him what really happened, but she wanted to feel his arms around her and feel safe. Nate opened the door slowly, and walked in, “Sweetheart, can you say something, please?” He moved a little closer and then knelt down so he was eye level with her.

Skylar started to cry more.

She had tried over the last year to get over everything that happened and be intimate with someone, but it never got that far. Skylar couldn’t move or say anything right now. “Baby, you have to stop crying, it’s breaking my heart seeing you like this,” he said, crawling over to her and kneeling right in front of her.

Skylar was shaking from crying, shivering all over from the cold floor. Nate looked at her and noticed her lips shivering. Leaning over towards her, “You’ve got to let me pick you up off the floor, you’re shivering.”

She nodded at him; she wanted to feel his warmth around her. Nate moved beside her, wrapping one arm around her back and the other under her knees. Standing up, he lifted her up against his chest. She was freezing. Walking back into her room, he sat on her bed with her still in his arms. He whispered against her head, “Can you tell me if I hurt you or if I did something wrong, baby?” He rubbed both her arm and leg, trying to warm her up.

Skylar looked up at him and tried to smile. She raised her hand to his face and caressed his cheek with her thumb, then ran her thumb over his lips, feeling him take in a breath. She didn’t want to lead him on, “No, you didn’t,” she replied in a shaky voice. “Can we just sit here like this, please?”

“Whatever you want, baby.” He smiled against her hair, happy that she didn’t want him to leave and she wanted to stay in his arms. After about twenty minutes of stroking her arm and leg to warm her, she fell asleep again in his arms. He stood up and walked around to her side, laying her down on the bed. Nate removed his boots and laid beside her, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out what had just happened. Skylar started to shiver again, so Nate pulled her to him and she curled into his side.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, stroking it lightly, and pulled up the quilt to cover her. He stayed on top of the sheet still in his jeans. When her breathing slowed and she stopped shaking, Nate fell asleep with Skylar in his arms.

* * *

She woke the next morning, not feeling her best. When she tried to move to get up, something heavy was lying across her legs. Opening her eyes and looking over, Nate was in her bed with his leg thrown over hers and his arm over her stomach. Looking down further she noticed he still had his jeans on and was on top of the sheet. She smiled; he didn’t take advantage of her. She moved his arm off her and slid off the bed. He growled in his sleep, but he didn’t wake up.

Skylar tiptoed into the bathroom and turned on the water. When the temperature was right, she jumped in and closed the glass door. She picked up the soap, lathered it up and ran it over her body, feeling the aches in every muscle. She rinsed off and just stood there under the water thinking of Nate and if he was going to ask what happened last night and what she would tell him. She couldn’t tell him; she hadn’t even told Chantal or Craig.

              After God knows how long, someone opened the main door.

“Are you all right?” Nate asked.

      With a croaky voice, she replied, “Yes.” She could see through the glass that he was still standing there. Finishing up the shower, but leaving the water running, she opened the door a little and poked her head out, “Can you pass me a towel, please? You’re welcome to have a shower if you want, it’s warm.”

He walked out, grabbed the towel that was in her room, handed it to her and turned around, giving her some privacy as he remained in the room.

“The shower sounds great, thanks.”

She quickly wrapped the towel around her and walked up to him, touching his arm gently, “It’s all yours now.”

Nate turned and looked her up and down with a wicked grin. “Thanks.” Nate leaned down and placed a kiss on her head. Turning around, he walked past her, undoing his button and zipper on his jeans and taking them off right in front of her. Her breath caught at the sight of him standing naked in her bathroom; he was absolutely stunning. Looking down his body she noticed that he was semi-erect. She looked up at his face and he was smiling at her. She blushed.

“I’ll leave you to your shower,” Skylar said, and closed the door. After she was dressed, she decided to make them breakfast. Going to her fridge to see what she had, she pulled out some eggs, bacon, snags, tomatoes and mushrooms. The works sounded good. Once the bacon and snags were cooked, she placed them on a tray and into the oven to stay warm. She added bread to the toaster and waited for it to pop up, while turning on the kettle as well. As she was cracking eggs in the pan, Nate walked in.

“That smells good.” Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed the top of her head.

“It will be ready in a couple of minutes if you want to take a seat, I’ll bring out your coffee.” Grinning, he sat at the table. Skylar brought him his coffee and went back in to serve. After placing everything onto their plates, she walked out and set his plate in front of him.

“That looks great, thank you,” he said. Nate waited until she was sitting down before he started to eat.

She was so hungry that all her thoughts were on her food and nothing else. Guessing Nate would be hungry, too, she packed a lot on his plate. They sat there eating in silence. When Skylar was finished she stood up, “Did you want any more to eat or another coffee, Nate?”

“No, that was enough for me, thanks,” he answered. He watched her take their plates to the sink and rinse them.

“So what are your plans for today?” she asked him.

“Skylar, can we talk, please
?” He got up and walked into the kitchen and stood beside her.

“What do you want to talk about, Nate?”

“About last night, I want to know what happened.”

She shivered and took a breath in, and looked out the window. She didn’t want to talk about last night at all. “I can’t Nate, can we just drop it?”

“Why, Skylar?”

“I just can’t.” Moving away from the sink, she started to walk into the other room.

Nate pulled her into his arms. “I want to know, Skylar.” He tried to figure out what would have scared her. “Are you a virgin, baby? It’s all right if you are, we can go slow, no hurry.” That’s the only thing he could come up with for reasons she’d be scared.

She pulled herself out of his grip, as his assumption just made her angry. Why did guys always think that? Maybe there were thirty-year-old virgins out there, but she wasn’t one of them. Throwing her arms above her head, she scoffed, “Why do guys always think a woman is a virgin if she doesn’t allow them to have sex with them?! God!” She stomped away from him.

Nate followed her, “If you are, it’s fine, baby.”

“I’m not a virgin, Nate.”

“Well, why didn’t you let me finish it last night? God, the sight of you fingering yourself, I was hard as steel, and still am.” Reaching for her hand, he placed it over his erection through his jeans. “I’ve wanted you since the day I walked over and asked if you wanted any help, and I still want you now.” Nate leaned over and kissed her lightly on her lips. She shivered at the feel of his lips on hers and leaned in closer.

Nate deepened the kiss as he gently pushed her against the wall. Pinning her there, he moved his hand down her body to the top of her shorts, running his fingers on the edge of them. Skylar sucked in a breath when his fingers grazed over her stomach. Nate pushed off her shorts and moved his hand lower. Groaning, he pushed his leg in between hers to open them wider and ran his fingertip over her throbbing clit, moaning at the contact. Nate twirled his finger at her opening and collected her juices, running his finger back up and over her clit.

“Baby, will you let me?” he asked. Rubbing his palm over her clit, he gently pushed a finger into her pussy, slowly drawing it back out and pushing back in. Skylar was breathing heavily and so was he. Adding another finger, pumping them into her, he ground his hips against hers. Moaning, she lifted one of her legs and rubbed the side of his. Lowering her hand in between them, she undid his pants and pushed her hand in and stroked his cock. He pushed into her hand, moaning. He added a third finger and pumped into her harder and faster, hitting her G-spot. Jesus, she wanted to push him to the ground and ride him, but she couldn’t; she was leading him on again.

He lifted her other leg and wrapped it around his waist. She could feel the tip of his cock at her opening, pushing slightly in. He moaned at the feeling of her pussy gripping the head of his cock.

Skylar started to push against his chest. “No.” Unhooking her legs from around his waist, she pushed him away from her. It always ended the same way – them forcing themselves onto her, whether she said yes or no. Lucas had been her first and from that experience that’s all she knew. She had thought that was how it was supposed to happen until she was told that it didn’t work that way. If you were in a relationship and in love, that person shouldn’t be forcing anything onto you, and no one should be anyways. She glanced at Nate and he was breathing heavily, his jeans hanging off his hips with his cock fully erect, covered in her juices. She shivered at the sight of him standing there, exposed and with sweat running down his chest.

“I know you want me, Skylar. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have let me get that far,” he said. He knew she did. “Why are you doing this to yourself, and especially me?” He zipped up his jeans over his throbbing cock. God, it pissed him off, they both wanted each other so bad. “What’s the problem, why can’t you do it, Skylar? This is ridiculous,” he groaned. She was making him crazy for her.