Dreaming With My Eyes Wide Open (Hollywood Legends #2) (20 page)

“You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

“Fun? I’m still waiting for some naked — Nate!”

Nate swung Paige up against his chest. His cast made it
impossible for him to carry her in his arms, but this was better. He held her
around the waist, pressing her body against his chest. Eye to eye. Nate
grinning. Paige gasping with surprise.

“You want naked Nate? I want naked Paige. Sound good?”

He didn’t give her time to do more than nod. Paige’s lips
were right there. How could he resist? Nate covered her mouth with his. He toed
off his boots, kicking away his jeans at the same time.

“Which way to the bedroom?”

Realizing her arms dangled like branches flapping in the
wind, Paige wrapped them around Nate’s shoulders.

“You’re so strong.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Paige groaned.

“What?”

“I sound like one of your teenage groupies. Oh, Nate. You
have such big muscles. Can I feel one?”

“The last time I let a teenager feel my muscles, I
was
a teenager.” Nate kissed her again, hard and fast. “You sound like a woman who
appreciates her partner. Bedroom?”

“End of the hall.”

Lottie’s taste ran toward pastel frilly. Lace and satin
covered the bed and the windows. The hardwood floor was covered with a candy
pink shag rug.

Nate shuddered.

“It looks like it was decorated by a demented five year
old.”

“Lottie’s parents didn’t believe in happy colors. Brown on
brown, accented with brown was the motif. She’s making up for lost time.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Nate tossed her on the bed. “All I’m
going to look at is you.”

“I like that idea.”

“Then let’s get those clothes off you. I’ve been fantasizing
about your long legs since the moment I saw you.”

Nate grabbed one of Paige’s boots with his good hand.
Bracing his foot on the bed, he pulled it off, and then did the same with the
other. Paige unsnapped her jeans. She shimmied the material down her hips,
letting Nate take care of the rest.

“Smooth and strong.” Nate started at her ankle, running his
hand up her calf. “I want these wrapped around my waist while I’m deep inside
of you.”

“You still have on your shorts.”

Nate grinned. He caressed Paige’s thigh, stopping an inch
from her silky red panties.

“You still have yours on.”

“Nate…”

“I know. You asked first.”

Paige licked her lips. Her eyes narrowed the focus on his
thumb as he lowered the waistband. Lower. Lower. It took some maneuvering. He
was one-handed and his erection wasn’t making it easy.

“Holy…” Paige breathed in. “Is there a saint I should thank?”

“You like what you see?” Nate asked with an indulgent smile.
“Not scared?”

“Beautiful.”

“Mmm. If you say so.” Nate joined her on the bed, divesting
her of her shirt. “It takes care of business.”

“I’ll bet it does.”

“No.”

“I want to touch.”

Nate unhooked Paige’s bra, blindly tossing it across the
room.

“Later. Now this,” he cupped her breast, savoring the soft,
smooth skin. “This is beautiful.”

“It’s all in the eye of the beholder.”

“I behold perfection.”

Leaning close, Nate took her nipple between his teeth,
biting with just the right amount of pressure. Paige’s head fell back. It felt
like a shot of hot electricity jolted from her breast to between her legs. That
was new and so erotic she wanted to scream for him to do it again. Reading her
mind, Nate moved to her other breast, this time his teeth felt sharper,
eliciting a sensation so intense it felt like a mini-orgasm.

Was that possible
?

“Is what possible?”

She hadn’t meant to say it aloud. Nate’s heavy-lidded gaze
held hers, his thumb rubbing — soothing — her nipple.

“Paige? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she cried out. “God, no. I liked it. I didn’t know I
would like something like that. I…”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Nate rolled over, taking Paige with
him. He settled her on his chest. Smoothing back her long blond hair, he gently
kissed her lips. “Tell me what you felt.”

“I know it isn’t possible.” Paige met his blue-eyed gaze. He
told her not to be embarrassed. And she wasn’t. However, sex was one thing.
Talking about it was another.

“You liked when I bit your nipple?”

“Yes.” She felt her cheeks heat. “It’s crazy, but it felt
like I…” she lowered her voice, “came.”

Nate didn’t laugh. His smile was gentle. Understanding. A
little wicked. “That’s a good thing. Isn’t it? If it makes you feel good, I say
bring it on.”

“We are really doing this.”

“What?”

“Pausing during sex — to talk about sex. Is this usual for
you?”

“I like to be verbal, but no, I can’t recall this particular
situation.” With ease, Nate reversed their positions. “It’s good. I was on
edge. Talking has slowed things down. I want to make this good for you, Paige.”

“You already have. You are.”

“Good. I’m going to play a little. You keep on talking.”

Paige gasped when Nate’s teeth tugged on her earlobe. Lord,
the man loved using his teeth. Apparently, she was fine with that.
More
than fine.

“What do you want me to say?”

Nate didn’t answer. Instead, he trailed a path of kisses
down her neck. Paige tilted her head, giving him better access.

“Nate? What should I talk about?”

“There isn’t a script.” He breathed the words against her
skin, the moist heat sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. “Let it
flow naturally.”

“What if I…”

“Paige.” Nate slipped his fingers into her hair, massaging
her scalp. His eyes were an intense blue. The look he gave her was so raw, so
passionate it took her breath away. “You don’t have to say a word. All I ask is
that you be here with me.”

“I am,” Paige frowned.

“Physically, yes. I mean I want you here.” He tapped her
temple. “I thought talking might relax you. The suggestion seems to have had
the opposite effect.”

“I’m relaxed.”

Nate smiled but didn’t respond.

She sighed. “I don’t know what happened.”

“You were feeling good,” Nate prompted. “You—”

“That’s it!” she exclaimed. Paige framed Nate’s face with
her hands, her eyes on his. “You make me feel too much.”

“Is that possible?” Nate seemed to think about it for a
second before shaking his head. “Nope. Sex, if done properly, should make your
body sing from the tip of your toes,” he rubbed his foot against hers. “To the
top of your head.” Bending, he kissed her on the forehead.

“Then I’ve been doing it wrong. Sex is nice.”

“Nice?” Nate sputtered. “If all you feel with me is
nice
,
shoot me now.”

“That’s just it. With you, I feel…”

“Yes?” Nate kissed her, making stars shoot before her eyes.
“What do you feel?”

“Everything.”

That single word felt like a confession. Not of guilt. It
was fear. For the first time in her life, she laid herself bare. Holding back
had always been easy — natural. She could enjoy sex and walk away pleasantly
satisfied. She never longed for a man because she always remained detached.
Until Nate, no one had ever asked for more.

Be with me
. It seemed like such a simple request.
However, when Nate asked it of her, he made a request she wasn’t sure she
wanted to give to him.

It had never been an issue before. No one had ever asked. If
they had, it wouldn’t have mattered. She felt close to Nate. It made her feel
free — and vulnerable. Could she open up to him without losing part of herself?

Paige didn’t have a choice. She wanted Nate. Getting up and
walking away was not going to happen. Nate wanted full participation. He
insisted. Nate wasn’t getting past her defenses with brute force. His touch —
his kisses melted her walls like warm water pouring over spun sugar.

Relentless, yet somehow gentle. Inevitable. From the moment
he stepped off that plane, everything had been leading to this. He was a gift.
And she would be a fool not to welcome him with open arms.

“I don’t want to talk anymore.” Paige smoothed her hands
across his face, her thumb rubbing over his lower lip.

“No? Tell me what you want, Paige.”

The twinkle in his eyes said he already knew the answer — he
needed her to say it.

“You. I want you.”

“How difficult was that?” Nate nuzzled her ear. “Hold on.
I’m not going to last long, and I’m taking you with me.”

Paige didn’t have time to worry. He leaned to the side, the
arm with the cast supporting his weight. With the other hand, he took hold of
his erection.

“Condom,” she gasped as he began to enter her.

“All done.”

When
? It was her last cohesive thought. Nate took his
time, easing in, giving her body time to adjust. Slow. Excruciatingly so. The
fit was tight, but oh so perfect. Just right, as though her body had been made
for this moment. Made for Nate.

“So wet. Like a hot, slick glove.” The veins on Nate’s neck
stood out with the effort he exerted to take it slow. “Good?”

“Yes.” Paige wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to
pull him closer. “More. Now!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Frustrated, she gripped his hair with her hands, kissing him
with everything she had. “Do I look like I’m in pain?” she panted.

That was all Nate needed. He pushed into her, burying
himself in her tight passage. He reveled in the feeling.

“So good.”

“Move, Nate. Don’t make me beg.”

“I want you to beg,” Nate growled. “Later. Right now all I
want is this.”

The stars that had been floating before Paige’s eyes
exploded into a red-hot kaleidoscope of colors, blinding her. Nate’s first
thrust was followed by another, then another. Each more powerful than the last.
Each taking her higher and higher.

The air seemed thinner, her senses keener. Paige urged him
on. They were not making love, but it was more than sex. The connection was too
real. Almost too much.

“Look at me, Paige,” Nate commanded. “Let me see your eyes.”

Paige didn’t know what Nate saw when she complied. However,
she saw a blue so beautiful she wanted to jump in. No hesitation. No fear of
drowning. She knew he would keep her safe. Safe. Yes, she was right where she
belonged. That was the push she needed. Paige let go and fell.

“Nate!” she cried out.

“Take me in. Take all of me.”

Paige’s hands gripped his waist, the last few thrusts
shooting her up again, ever so briefly. Every muscle in her body felt limp. Her
legs fell to the mattress. The weight of Nate’s body felt wonderfully heavy.
She wanted to stay like this forever. His face pressed into the crook of her
neck. The brush of his hair against her chin. His breathing slowing — matching
the rhythm of hers.

Nothing outside this moment mattered. This was where she
wanted to be. Right now. Right here. Perfect.

“I’m glad you didn’t want Lottie.”

“Lottie who?”

“Good answer.” Paige caressed the damp skin of Nate’s back.

“I should move.”

When his weight started to shift, Paige’s hand flattened at
the base of his spine.

“Stay. Please. Just for a little while longer.”

“I’m too heavy.” Nate eased away.

“But—”

“Condom.”

Paige rolled to her side, watching as Nate walked to the
bathroom. It was a nice view. She knew his ass would be spectacular. She
decided right then that naked Nate from the back was the best view in the
world. That lasted until he came toward her. He looked even better coming than
going.

“I like you naked.”

“I like
you
naked.”

Nate slid into bed. Paige expected him to take her into his
arms. A little post-coital cuddling seemed appropriate. Instead, he disappeared
under the covers. Frowning, Paige lifted the sheet.

“Hey, fella. What’s going on down there?”

“Shh.” Nate settled between her legs. Considering what they
had just done, it was silly to feel shy. However, there was a big difference
between him looking her in the eye while they had sex and him looking
at her
sex.

“But I want to know what you plan on doing down there.”

“You know.”

“Now?” Paige tried to close her legs. An impossible feat
with two hundred and twenty-five pounds of big, muscular male blocking her
movement.

“Now.”

The first touch of his mouth had Paige clutching the
headboard.

“Oh. My. God”

She heard Nate’s familiar chuckle.

“You were saying?”

“Oh, my God. If you stop, I will never forgive you.”

“I wouldn’t want that.”

If asked, Paige would have said she wasn’t a fan of oral
sex. The experience had always been more embarrassing than pleasurable and she
always felt guilty for not enjoying it. With a few swipes of his very talented
tongue, Nate turned her beliefs upside down.

Embarrassing? Not at all. Pleasurable? Hell yes. Oral sex?
Best. Thing. Ever.

“You taste so damn sweet.”

Was she supposed to answer? The best she could manage was a
long, gasping moan. It seemed to be enough for Nate. He took another taste.
When he added one finger, then two, Paige almost passed out.

“I can feel how close you are. Do you want to come?”

“Mmm.”

Nate pushed the cover aside. The cool air did nothing to
ease the heat that raged through her. Paige reached for him, trying to pull him
back so he could finish what he started. But Nate had other ideas.

“You want me to beg?”

“Yes.”

Paige couldn’t believe that he would get her so close only
to play such a wicked game. Nate shot her a cocky grin. Damn him. He held all
the power. She would give him what he wanted. She would get her orgasm. Then
she would make him pay.

“Please, Nate. I’ll do anything. Anything.”