Fight with Me (With Me in Seattle #2)(57)
Author: Kristen Proby

“Nate, he means less than nothing to me. You saw that yourself. I told you to kick his ass.”

“Yeah, that was new too. I’ve never asked permission to protect someone before.”

So this is what this is about.

“Do you know what it means to me that you had the control to take care of me before you took care of him?” He frowns at me and I keep talking. “You’d never hurt me, babe.”

I take a deep breath before I continue. “Besides, I came face-to-face with the woman who still has your last name, Nate. I wanted to pull her heart out of her asshole, and maintained my composure. I won’t do it again.”

“I told you, I don’t have anything to do with her anymore.”

I just tilt my head to the side and stare back at him impassively until he sighs deeply and shakes his head.

“Point taken.”

“If I let myself think about the fact that you were married, or think about the women you’ve been with, Nate, it’ll kill me. I refuse to think about it. I’m with you now, and I know I’m the only one with you now, and that’s all that matters.” I step toward him again and cup his face in my hands, run my fingers through his hair, and he doesn’t move away, but he doesn’t touch me either.

“Thank you for tonight; for protecting me, and making me feel so loved.”

“I do love you,” he whispers and I smile up at him, so in love with him.

“I know.” I whisper back, and Nate’s arms come around me, pulling me into him. He tucks my head under his chin and just hugs me close. I wrap my arms around his torso and cling to him as he rocks me back and forth, kissing my hair.

“So, um, does this mean you’ll stay?” I ask and my stomach settles when I feel him chuckle against my cheek.

“Yeah, I’ll stay, baby.” He kisses my hair once more and I pull back. Nate grips my chin in his fingers and tilts my head back. “You are mine.”

A slow smile spreads across my face. “Ditto.”

“Jesus you’re beautiful.”

I’m suddenly cradled in Nate’s arms and he’s fumbling with the keys, unlocking the front door, and carrying me inside. He sets me down in the foyer, closes and locks the door, and stalks toward me slowly as I back up toward the stairs.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he asks, his voice low and rough, his eyes narrowed and his hands in fists at his sides.

“What?” I ask breathlessly.

“You make me want things I’ve never wanted before. You make me want you. You make me fucking hard.”

My heels hit the bottom step and I climb the stairs slowly, backward, unable to stop looking at him. I get about five steps up when he mutters, “Stop.”

He unbuttons his shirt as he climbs the steps below me and peels it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He reaches the fourth step and is eye level with me. I’m gripping the handrail for balance, mesmerized by his beautiful gray eyes. He’s still not touching me, yet my skin is humming in anticipation.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

He leans in and brushes his lips across mine, lightly, and pulls back again, watching me.

“Please touch me,” I whisper again.

His eyes travel from my hair, over my face, down my dress to my shoes and back up again. “Sit on the stairs,” he commands.

I frown, and he narrows his eyes. “Sit.”

Chapter Twenty Seven

I lower myself to the stairs and look up into his face, wondering what the fuck he’s going to do next. He unbuckles his belt and opens his slacks, and just when I think he’s going to free his cock so I can go to work on it, he kneels in front of me.

I feel my eyes widen and roam over this angry, beautiful man. He’s kneeling before me, still not touching me.

“Lean back on your elbows,” he whispers, and I comply.

“Pull your skirt up around your hips.” Again, I comply, and I feel my breathing quicken. I feel completely exposed, because I am, from the waist down. I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t wearing underwear.

Nate’s eyes dilate and he sucks in a deep breath. His eyes are narrowed on my pussy, and his hands are flexing in and out of fists, and I know he’s dying to touch me.

“Touch me, babe,” I whisper.

His molten gray eyes find mine as he reaches up and tucks a stray curl of hair behind my ear, sending shivers down me.

“You are so beautiful, Julianne.”

“Touch. Me.” I whisper again and he clenches his eyes closed for a heartbeat and looks back down my body again, raking me with his gaze.

“Nate.” I get his attention with the strength of my voice. “You won’t hurt me, my love.”

He growls and plants his fists on the stairs at my hips and pushes himself up to kiss me, slipping his tongue in my mouth, tangling and sliding along mine. This kiss is urgent and needy. I wrap his hair in my fingers to hold him to me, but he backs away, panting, eyes on fire and says, “Elbows on the stairs.”

“Oh.”

Finally – FINALLY! – he slides his large hands up the outside of my thighs to my hips and pulls me forward to the edge of the step and lowers his head. He blows on my center, raising my skin in goose bumps. He spreads my thighs wide, spreading my labia in the process and licks me from my anus to my clit and back down again.

“Holy fuck!” My head falls back as my hips come up off the stairs. Nate holds my hips firmly, presses his face into my pussy and kisses me, plunging his soft, talented tongue inside me, swirling around and around, and presses his nose against my clit.

Electricity is shooting through my core, up my spine, and out my limbs. I look down at him and his hot gray gaze is pinned on my face, alive with lust.

“Oh God, babe, I’m gonna…” I can’t finish the sentence. He moves that tongue up along my lips to press on my clit and roughly pushes two fingers inside me, pressing down, and I come apart, my muscles pulsing and milking his fingers, my clit throbbing against his tongue.

He kisses and nips at the inside of my thighs and my pubis, and then pulls his fingers out of me and sticks them in his mouth, sucking my sweetness off of them.

“You’re delicious,” he whispers. He reaches up and loosens my halter straps, letting the bodice fall around my waist, exposing my naked breasts. “Jesus.”

Nate leans in and circles one nipple with his nose. My breathing is still erratic from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me, and that nose on my nipple sends fire straight to my core and I moan his name.