Text (Take It Off #4)(44)
Author: Cambria Hebert

“Stop thinking about what he did to me.” I didn’t want to think about it either.

“It makes me so angry, Honor,” he growled, clenching and unclenching his hands at his sides.

I finally understood the anger I always sensed that seemed to simmer inside him. He was still angry about what happened when he was deployed. He was angry at the lives his friends never got to live.

He couldn’t do anything about that.

But I could let him do something about what happened to me.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and laid a hand over his chest. Tipping my head back, I stared up into his conflicted yet longing-filled navy eyes. “You can make it go away,” I whispered. “Your touch will completely erase all the times he touched me. Once you lay your hands on my skin, I won’t be able to remember anyone but you.”

He groaned and captured my face between his palms. Nathan held me firmly, keeping me utterly still while he had his way with my mouth. Heat pooled in my belly and the blood rushed from my head. Still holding me in place, he nipped and licked his way down my neck, lightly sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth. I moaned, my knees threatening to buckle, and he finally released me. His hands glided down the curves of my body and wound around until he was cupping my butt in his very capable palms.

He whispered my name as he picked me up, my legs automatically hooking around his tapered waist. His grip stayed on my butt, and I rocked against him, rubbing my swollen bud along his abdomen.

He took two steps back and came up against the wall, where he leaned his shoulder blades and fastened his skilled lips to my collar bone. I filled my hands with every inch of him I could hold. His pecs filled my palms and I took pleasure in squeezing them, pinching at his nipples through his T-shirt until they were rock-hard knobs.

A sound of desperation ripped from my throat when I tried to reach the hem of his shirt and was blocked by my legs tightly clasped around him.

Nathan pushed away from the wall, one hand cupping my bottom and the other splaying across the small of my back as he strode along the hallway. As he walked, he reclaimed my lips in a searing kiss. His mouth was insistent and demanding; there was a possessive ferocity in the way Nathan kissed.

I began to slide down his body because my legs were so wobbly that I couldn’t keep them tightly around him. I was dangerously close to turning into a giant puddle of need.

I slipped a little lower and his arm slid around my ribs. I jerked at the sudden jolt of pain, and he quickly laid me across the mattress. “Damn, baby, did that hurt?”

I nodded. “Real bad,” I said, my voice so deep I barely recognized it.

Nimble fingers caught the hem of my paisley print top and he bunched it up beneath my armpits. I wasn’t wearing a bra today because the pressure of the straps hurt too much. Thankfully, my breasts weren’t large and I didn’t really need a bra.

Of course, right about now, I wish I had more for him to look at.

I dared a peek up at his face and saw the way he was staring down at me. There was a reverence in his gaze that made me feel powerful. It made me feel desired.

Slowly, he stretched out alongside me, feathering the tips of his fingers across my belly and dancing them up a little higher. His eyes darkened until they looked like midnight as he took in the swelled area and the splotched bruises.

“If I could take this away from you, I would,” he murmured and then ducked low, sprinkling barely there kisses across my torso.

I moaned and arched up off the mattress. I was beyond feeling any twinges of pain. Desire for him was in the driver’s seat and my body knew exactly what it wanted. I palmed the back of his head and guided him upward, past my ribs to the softly mounded peaks that awaited his attention.

He fastened his lips over the one closest to him, drawing in the hardened pebble and nipping at it with his teeth. An animalistic sound ripped from his throat as he took me just a little deeper into his mouth. I held his head there, silently begging for more sweet torture.

Nathan was a thorough lover and what he did to one breast, he did to the other. My entire body was boneless as he worked his magic over my flesh and my legs fell open and my legs twitched, like he was scratching an itch I never realized I had.

When my breasts were pink and slightly swollen from all the lavish attention, he began to work his way down, dragging his teeth along my hipbone and then sliding his tongue down the little indent where my leg met the apex of my thighs.

He pulled away only long enough to settle between my knees and stripped away everything I was wearing until I was completely naked lying against the sheets. “I’ve never in my entire life seen a sight that takes my breath away until now,” he whispered, caressing the skin of my inner thighs and causing my toes to curl into the sheets.

Nathan dove into my moist heat like I was an all-you-can-eat buffet and he was starving. I lifted up off the mattress, crying out with the first flick of his tongue over my clitoris. He slid his arm beneath the small of my back and tilted my hips up off the mattress, giving his mouth even more exclusive access.

I couldn’t help but move against his mouth, small little thrusts that slid his tongue along my inner folds with mind-blowing perfection. I felt the exploration of his finger, and I caught my bottom lip in my teeth, waiting for the feeling of him slipping inside. I didn’t have to wait long as two thick fingers worked their way into my opening and slid inside my body.

Breath hissed between my teeth and all thought left my brain.

Sensation after sensation tingled through my body and the blood that pumped through my veins felt like it had caught fire. A fine blush broke out over my body, and I started murmuring incoherent words that didn’t make sense at all.

“Honor, baby,” Nathan whispered as he curled his fingers forward, scraping against the inner wall deep, deep inside me.

My entire body rippled with the orgasm that stole over my body. For very long, blissful seconds, everything fell away. There was nothing but the roaring pleasure that I felt in every single ounce of my body.

My mouth fell open in a soundless gesture and I collapsed against the bed, still quaking occasionally from the aftershocks of whatever the hell he just did to me.

God, I hoped he would do it again.

Nathan collapsed on the bed beside me, breathing heavily and letting out a little growl. “I almost came right there in my jeans.”

That reminded me. He was still fully dressed.

I pushed up onto one elbow and stared down at him. “It’s my turn.”

Both his eyebrows rose up his forehead. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”