Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Nathan growls something filthy, voice all rough and desperate. “Come for me, baby.” His words send a massive orgasm blasting straight through me. I come so hard, the universe goes white around the edges. Nathan grinds out my name, buries himself deep, and loses it right along with me. His cock pulses and floods me with heat, like he’s trying to brand me from the inside out.
Nathan holds me tight, forehead pressed to mine. He’s breathing like he just ran a marathon. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, voice all wrecked and wild. “You’re perfect.”
I’m still floating when he scoops me off the counter like I weigh nothing. I squeak and cling to his neck, but he just grins and stalks straight to the bathroom. He sets me on my feet, strips the shirt right over my head, and flips on the shower. Hot water. Steamy. Heavenly.
Nathan backs me up against the tile. “Let’s get clean so I can dirty you up again.” Hell yes! I love the way he thinks.
After a sweaty afternoon hauling boxes and suitcases into his apartment, Nathan emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam and sandalwood cologne. He buttons up a crisp black shirt that makes his shoulders look a mile wide, and runs his fingers through his damp hair. "Call me if you need anything," he says, checking his Rolex. "Anything at all." His dark eyes scan my face.
"Stop worrying." I follow him to the front door, my bare feet padding across the cool marble. "I'm going to unpack my collection of fuzzy socks and binge on trashy reality shows until my brain turns to mush."
"Good." He pulls me against him, one large hand splayed across the small of my back, the other cupping my cheek. His body radiates heat through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. “You know you can come down to the club any time, right?” His voice is a low, sexy rumble. “You never need an invite. Just show up and let the bouncers know you’re mine.”
Oh, wow. That does things to me. All sorts of dirty, possessive, can’t-catch-my-breath things. My cheeks go up in flames, and I can’t stop grinning. “I might actually take you up on that.” I poke him in the chest for good measure. “Don’t be shocked when I show up down there, distracting you from actual work.”
He growls in my ear, hands tightening on my butt. “I hope you do. I love having you in my club.”
My heart slams into my ribs. “You’re going to regret saying that when I start showing up every night, demanding attention.”
Nathan makes a sound low in his throat, somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “I’ll happily give you the attention.” His hand flexes on my butt, fingers digging in just enough to tell me he’s not joking, not even a little.
Oh, wow.
There goes my brain.
I’m about to tease him, but then he kisses me again, hard and fast, tongue sweeping across my bottom lip like he’s marking territory. My toes actually curl. When Nathan finally pulls back, I’m clinging to his broad shoulders, barely staying upright.
He doesn’t let go. Instead, he tucks a wild strand of hair behind my ear and drags his lips across my cheek, all slow and hungry. My head spins. I could get addicted to this. Actually, I think I already am. “I might come by.”
His hands linger on my hips, hot through the T-shirt, and he stares down at me like he’s memorizing every single detail. “Good.” His voice is all dark chocolate and promises.
Before I can come up with a reply, he kisses me again, tongue stroking into my mouth until I’m gasping and clutching at his chest for balance. Holy. Freaking. Crap.
Nathan finally pulls away with a little groan like he hates letting go. He rests his forehead on mine, breath coming hot and heavy. "I'll try not to wake you when I come home," he whispers, his breath warm against my mouth.
"You can wake me up," I say, even though what I really mean is: Please wake me up. He knows it, too; I see it in the way his mouth curves.
"We'll see." He smirks down at me, just for a second, looking like he's already won, before heading out the door with that easy confidence of his.
CHAPTER TEN
RONI
After that day, we fall into a rhythm so fast it should scare me. We drive out to the country house on Nathan’s days off, stay up late making pancakes and watching dumb documentaries, then sleep half the morning away tangled together in a massive nest of sheets and limbs and the lingering smell of coffee.
On club nights, we crash at the penthouse, make late-night grilled cheeses, and sometimes sneak onto the rooftop to look at the city lights. I’ve started visiting the club for a couple of hours each night just to spend a little time with Nathan, and I’ve discovered I love hanging out at Midnight Mischief.