London Bound (4 page)

“Shh.” He nosed her hair aside and kissed her damp forehead. “Patience, love. We’ll get there.
You’ll
get there. I promise.”

He teased and played around her clit, never grazing the thrumming bud. One touch, one firm press, and she’d go off, she was sure of it.

He ran his lips down along her jaw, pressing soft kisses into her skin, until his breath swept over her ear. “I’ll take you to bed, Meg, but first, I want you to come. I want you, against this door, fully fucking clothed, to cream all over my hand. I want to be
drenched
with it.”

“Oh, fuck me,” she said, head thumping back against the hard wood. God, his voice, his words, were almost enough to push her over.

“Eventually,” he said again, tongue flicking over her lobe. “But, after you come, I’m going to want to taste. I bet you taste so fucking sweet. I’m going to eat it all up, and I think...I think I’ll need you to come again.” He dipped a finger into her dripping pussy, pulling out more wetness to spread over her swollen lips. “Oh, yeah, I’ll need to feel you come apart on my tongue, against my mouth.”

Meg’s legs shook as hot desire coiled deep in her belly, and she fought to stay upright. She clenched her hands in his hair, holding on—wanting so badly to fall into the promised release but at the same time fearing the intensity of it all. Already, it was more than she could have imagined, and it was just beginning.

“Maybe then, after you grind yourself against my face, frantic and wild to get off any way you can, I’ll make my way up and kiss your sexy mouth.” He pumped the long digit inside her channel, and the soppy, wet sound of him fingerfucking her brought heat to her cheeks but also ratcheted her arousal up even further. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Tasting yourself on my lips as I slide balls deep into your needy cunt.”

Groaning, Meg tried again to move her hips, to fuck his long fingers, to chase the orgasm that was tauntingly beyond her reach. Nathan’s grip firmed on her hip, and a drawn out moan fell from her lips. She repeated the action, just to feel his fingers dig into her flesh hard and punishingly. Perversely, she hoped bruises formed, wanting that tangible reminder for later.

“And then, I’ll fuck you.” He nuzzled against her, his facial hair abrading her skin deliciously. “It’s going to be fast. Hard. So hard you’ll feel me for
days
. Because, at that point, all I’ll be thinking about is making you come again, feeling you squeezing my cock and pulling me deeper and deeper until I explode. Until we shatter together. Until you
scream
for me.”

He moved quickly then, capturing her mouth with his, shoving his tongue inside to twine with hers just as he touched her clit for the first. His thumb pressed hard, roughly circling over the swollen bud. Every muscle in Meg’s body tensed, and she cried out as pleasure swept through her, the sound swallowed by Nathan’s kiss. She spasmed around his finger, which still stroked her, drawing out her orgasm.

He added another finger, and she keened, wrenching her mouth from his. Her pussy squeezed and rippled, her entire body quaked, as he relentlessly continued fucking his fingers into her.

“Please...” she gasped, not even sure what she was pleading for at this point. For him to stop, for a respite from the powerful release gripping her? For more, more of this, more of him?

With his mouth nearly touching hers, he crooked his fingers and hit that sweet spot that sent another wave of trembling bliss coursing through her body.

“I can’t... I can’t... Too much...”

“You can,” he assured, firm and confident, as he continued to work her over. “Let go, love. Come for me again; give me
everything
.”

Even her body seemed at war with itself—one moment trying to edge away, too overwhelmed by the intensity, and the next, grinding down on his hand, seeking out more, more, more.

Letting go of her hip, he cupped her chin roughly. A pleased sound rumbled from him when she met his gaze.

“That’s it. Look at me.”

He thrust forward, and his cock dug into Meg’s hip. Horrified, she felt tears well up. She dropped her hands to his shoulders, clutching at him as she struggled not to sob. He had no clue what he was doing to her—not just physically. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to turn her head away, not wanting him to see, irrationally afraid of being even more vulnerable in front of this man.

Shock—and not a small amount of excitement—raced through her, when he tapped her cheek hard with his fingers. And there was no hiding that from him, she realized. Her cunt gushed, clear proof escaping and coating his hand.

“Eyes open and on me, love,” he rasped, running two fingers over her mouth. His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he held her gaze and pushed the digits inside. Immediately, she groaned around the intrusion and began to suck.

“That’s it,” he murmured again. “Focus on me. Filling you up, everywhere. Owning every inch of you.”

She circled her hips and moaned around him as his thumb ground against her clit again. Oh, fuck, so close, so close...

“You want to come again?” he asked softly, never stopping his movements between her slick thighs.

She nodded, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her mouth and dragged them wetly over her chin down her throat to settle over her racing pulse.

“Tell me,” he said, a hint of desperation in his voice. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Nathan, please. Let me...”

Shaking uncontrollably but taking a chance, she released her hold on his hair and brought both hands to his. She kept her eyes locked with his—just as he’d told her to—as she manipulated his hand until it was wrapped around her neck. He stared down at her, and when his fingers twitched, her entire body jerked. She dangled on the edge, and the heavy weight of his hand held her there, threatened to shove her over to be consumed completely.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want...I want to come. I want to come, please. Please, let me come. Please.”

A small part of her cringed at pleading like this, but a larger part, the part she’d refused to acknowledge most of her life, reveled in this, in yielding control and letting someone else lead her, take her places she’d only fantasized about.

His strokes quickened and became rougher, the heel of his hand slamming against her clit each time.

“Good girl.” He leaned forward slightly. “Now, come for me, love. Give it all to me.”

With that, she fell completely. Everything faded, except the maddening release coursing through her. And Nathan’s beautiful eyes watching it all. Cries fell from her lips, she was unable to hold them back, but she couldn’t look away from him, didn’t dare. Because as fucking fantastic this all felt, as overwhelming feeling something this intense was, he’d told her to keep her eyes open and on him. And she ached to please him as much as he was pleasing her.

He broke the connection between them by moving closer to press his lips to hers, and she finally allowed her eyes to drift shut. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him as a warm, floating sensation filled and surrounded her.

She didn’t know how long it had been when she jerked away, looking around frantically. Nathan tightened his hold—both arms were around her waist now. When had that happened? She frowned in confusion.

“Shhh.” He swept a palm up and down her back soothingly.

Slowly, her muscles relaxed. She leaned against him heavily, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

“Now, you gorgeous girl,” he murmured, “it’s time to move to the bed.”

Oh, God... She squeezed her eyes shut as a shudder racked her body. Not even two steps into his apartment, she had yet to even take off her fucking coat, and he’d made her come harder than she ever had before. Twice. How the hell was she going to survive the night if he made good on all he’d promised before? And she had a feeling Nathan was a man who kept
all
his promises.

Nathan inhaled deeply, reining in the urge to shove Meg back up against the wall, free his cock and ram into her. Again and again and again. But he was better than that. Stronger than that. This night was about her—he’d decided that the moment he realized they’d be together. He wanted to take her apart until she couldn’t think, until she felt nothing but pleasure and him, then slowly put her back together again.

Once he felt back in control, he stepped back and eased her coat from her shoulders and down her arms. He let it fall to the ground and took her hand. Without a word, he led her into his bedroom. He hit the switch next to the door, and the room flooded with light. About a foot from the bed, he let her go and moved away.

“Take your clothes off,” he directed, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“I—”

She stopped immediately when he lifted a brow then brought shaky hands to the hem of her shirt. Only a moment’s hesitation and she drew the garment off and let it fall next to her. Nathan hummed appreciatively at the sight of the plum-colored lace bra clinging to her pale breasts. When he lifted his gaze to her face, warm satisfaction filled him. The sweet, appealing blush was back, staining her cheeks, and her lips were parted as her breath came out in shallow pants.

“Keep going.”

“Everything?” she mumbled, gaze lowered.

“Everything,” he confirmed.

Pressing her lips together, she nodded. Then, “ Can we turn the lights out?”

“No,” he said without missing a beat but immediately regretted the hasty answer when her face scrunched up with a fierce frown. “Meg? What’s the problem?”

“It’s stupid, I know. After what we’ve already done... I’m a grown-ass woman, for fuck’s sake,” she muttered, almost to herself, before lifting her eyes and looking at him. “I’ve had two kids.”

He frowned at the harsh, defensive tone. “I know.”

She snorted. “I haven’t exactly let myself go, but I’m forty years old, Nathan, and I’ve had two children. I’ve a few extra pounds on me that refuse to budge no matter how hard I try and fucking stretch marks no cream will fade.” She waited for him to say something and huffed in annoyance when he remained silent, watching her. “I’m sure the other women you’ve been with have been...fitter, sexier, younger... Oh, God, how old are you exactly?”

“Meg, finish taking your clothes off,” he said, ignoring her question, because frankly, it didn’t matter to him—their age difference. And her worries about her body? She was gorgeous, and nothing—not even what she clearly saw as imperfections of her body—was going to change his opinion on that. And he’d show her that before he was done, he thought with determination. Show her just how fucking sexy she was.

She made a soft sound of protest but listened to his instruction, lowering the zipper at her hip. The material floated down to pool around her feet. She clasped her hands together in front of the lace panties and shifted slightly, awkwardly.

He sighed but decided to ease back a bit on the ordering her around. That was something they’d discuss later...if they continued beyond tonight. For now, even though she was a natural submissive who clearly craved what he could give her, he’d give in a little.

He crooked his finger, beckoning her to him. When she stepped toward him, he spread his knees so she could stand between them. He palmed her hips then dragged his hands down to her knees and back up again. His mouth almost watered at the feel of the soft skin of her thighs, the strong scent her arousal so close. He knew her panties were sopping from earlier, and he wanted nothing more than to bare her for his tongue.

“You need to stop worrying, love.” He pressed his mouth on her stomach, just above her navel. “You’re making assumptions about me again.”

“I’m sorry. I just—”

“Shhh.” He kissed her again, and her muscles quivered in response. “You’re beautiful. I saw that immediately. Any man who has a problem with the marks left by carrying a child,” he traced the faint scars—so pale and hardly noticeable if he hadn’t been looking for them—with a fingertip, “is a fuckwit.”

She let out a shuddering breath, and her hands settled on his shoulders as she swayed forward.

“And a few extra pounds?” He tutted, reaching around and kneading her arse roughly, then nuzzled happily against her stomach. “I don’t see that when I look at you. All I see is a woman I want to touch and taste...everywhere.”

“Nathan...” Her voice cracked, and her grip tightened.

He tilted his head back and looked up into her wide brown eyes. “Trust me on this, love. Nothing I see, or will see, is going to stop me from wanting you. I can promise you that.”

She blinked rapidly. “Okay.”

“Good. Now...” He let his hands fall to his sides and allowed his mind slot back to where it needed to be for what was to come. “Take the rest your clothes off. I’ve waited long enough to taste you.”

G
od, this man...

Meg took a deep breath and tried to push her insecurities way. For the most part, she was pretty well okay with her body, but Nathan was the first person she’d been with since Scott. And he’d played his part in how her body had changed over the years—and had never made comment or shown a hint of not wanting her or wanting her less because of any imperfections.

Logically, she knew she was being ridiculous. Nothing Nathan said or did gave Meg the impression he had any issues with her physically—quite the opposite, actually—so she should get over it, get naked, and get sexed up by this amazing man. Of course, the fact it was him, the incredibly hot and fit neighbor she’d basically just met, only added to her nervousness. And it didn’t escape her notice he hadn’t answered her question about his age. Cue more anxiety. He was younger than she was, that much was clear, but how much? God, she’d die if he—

“Meg.”

She jolted, even though he hadn’t yelled. Hell, he’d hardly raised his voice, at all, but the steely tone yanked her out of her head and back into the bedroom with him.

“Stop thinking so hard, and get naked.”

He drew his sweater over his head and tossed it to the side. The white t-shirt molded to his torso, and Meg licked her lips at the enticing sight. She tried to quell the shaking of her hands as she reached back to undo the clasp of her bra. She shivered as the straps slithered down her arms. Once that was off, she decided quicker was easier—less time to think and obsess. She hooked her thumbs under her panties and shoved them down. They got caught on her boots, and she cursed under her breath. She carefully crouched and managed to remove the tangled scrap of cloth before moving to the boot’s zipper.