on your back,” he said. “I want to remember how you look on my bed.”
She liked that idea, so she rolled over. “How do I look?”
“Like a siren beautiful enough to tempt a man from the sea. To tempt me into dangerous waters.”
She lifted her knee up and parted her legs. “Surely I’m not dangerous, Nate.”
He shook his head. “You are the kind of danger I love—highly addictive.”
He stripped his own underwear off and stood next to the bed completely naked. His erection was long and wide and she bit her lip at the thought of having him inside her.
She reached out and touched the tip of his shaft and it became even more engorged with blood. She ran her finger around the edge of it and then wrapped her hand around him.
His hips canted toward her. He had one knee on the bed and his hands on her thighs before he pulled back.
“Damn. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m a dancer … I can’t afford to get pregnant unless I am ready to retire.”
“Good. Then we don’t have to worry about a condom,” he said.
“Actually …” she said. “I want you to wear one. You are a bit of a player.”
She hated to say that especially since they were so intimate right now but she wasn’t going to be stupid about her own health.
“I guess you have a point. Give me a second,” he said. He left the bed and was back in less than a minute.
“Come to me.”
He nodded and came down on top of her. But he supported his weight with his elbows and his knees at first, hovering over her. He kissed a path from her neck down to her sternum and then nibbled at her belly button.
Everything inside of her clenched as moisture pooled between her thighs. She wanted him inside of her. She didn’t want to wait another minute but she also enjoyed what he was doing too much to ask him to stop.
He slid lower between her open thighs and she watched him as he looked down at her body. He parted her nether lips and leaned in to stroke his tongue over the bud at her center.
The touch of his tongue was electric and she jerked on the bed. No man had done this before. She wasn’t sure she liked it at first but Nate took his time lapping at her most sensitive flesh until she put her hands in his hair and held him to her. She was so close to an orgasm and she didn’t want him to move … not yet.
He slipped one finger into her and she moaned. Her legs moved on the bed, and around his head. It was too much as he added a second finger and continued to stroke inside of her.
“I’m going to come,” she said.
He lifted his head and looked up the expanse of her body at her. “Do it.”
He lowered his head once again and she felt the careful scrape of his teeth against her intimate flesh. Her muscles tightened and her climax roared through her. She clutched his head to her body as her hips jerked off the bed.
She kept spasming and he kept his hand between her legs as he slid up her body. He positioned himself between her thighs and waited poised at the portal of her body for a minute. The feel of the tip of his manhood there made her crave more of him.
She put her heels on the bed and lifted her hips trying to take him deeper but he shook his head. “I want this to go slowly.”
“I want you inside me, Nate. Now.”
Taking his time, he slid inside her body inch by inch and once he was fully seated he waited until she moved her hips and then he started thrusting slowly inside. He felt so damned good inside of her.
He thrust more quickly and his hands tightened on her hips. He brought his mouth to her neck and kissed her there whispering dark words of passion in her ear until she felt like she was going to come again. She reached down and clutched his buttocks, drawing him closer to her with each thrust. He moaned her name as she came again.
This time was so much more intense. She couldn’t stop her body from thrusting up against him. His hips began to pump frantically into her and then he called her name as he came.
He held her in his arms, rolling to his side when he was able to. The sweat dried on their bodies and Jen looked up at him in the light cast by the bedside lamp. That was the most intense experience in her life. And Nate Stern was not only essentially a stranger but he was also effectively her boss.
What had she done?
Six
The morning sunlight was muted through the roman shades on the windows. Nate normally didn’t like for a woman to stay too late in the morning but he was in no hurry for Jen to leave. She lay cuddled next to his side with her head resting on his shoulder and her arm wrapped around his waist.
The soft exhalation of her breathing stirred his chest hairs and he felt something close to contentment with her in his arms. She looked peaceful and ethereal in her sleep.
The sheets pooled low on her waist revealing the curves of her breasts and the slope of her hip. He reached out to trace the line of her body. She was a dancer, long and lithe yet still had a feminine curve to her.
What was he going to do with her?
He should be hustling her out of his bed and instead he wanted to draw her closer and lay here until she woke.
Then he wanted to make love to her and spend the day with her.
He stared down at her trying to figure out what it was about Jen that was different. Part of it was the obvious fact that she wasn’t in his crowd and seemed to have no desire to use his connections to get anywhere.
She was the first woman he met that needed nothing from him. To be fair, she worked for him at the club, but that had nothing to do with him personally.
“Why are you staring at me?” she asked, shifting on to her back.
“You are incredibly pretty,” he said.
She seemed to get more beautiful as he spent more time with her. He loved the fuller curve at the bottom of her lip and how she pursed her lips when she thought he was joking with her.
“I’m a real Mona Lisa,” she said.
“You are a very interesting woman, Jen,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. “I could look at you all day.”
“I’m not sure—”
“Don’t think about it,” he said, putting his finger over her lips. “Let’s spend the day together and enjoy the time we have.”
“What will we do?” she asked. “I have to be at work at five.”
“Me, too,” he said. He rolled over on his back and reached for his iPhone, which was on the nightstand. He pulled her into the
