Page 20 of I Could Be Yours (The Toronto Terror #6)

ESSIE

N ate’s palm settles on my hip and he pulls me closer. I feel his belt buckle and, more excitingly, his erection pressed against my stomach.

I’m kind of obsessed with the dark look on his face every time his eyes find me. Serious, intelligent, broody Nate is attracted to me, even when I’m tipsy and not on my best behavior. Maybe especially then.

“You look good in this dress.” He’s still wearing his dark, annoyed expression.

“You look good all the time,” I reply. “Edible, really.”

He smiles faintly, and his gaze drops to my mouth.

“Thinking about my text messages from earlier?” I sure am . How good his hands felt on my body and how I could kiss him for hours and never get tired of his mouth has been on a constant loop all day.

His eyes narrow. “Is it that obvious?”

I shift my hips. “You are poking me in the stomach.”

He drops his head, lips only inches from mine. But my phone buzzes between us, and his permanent scowl deepens. “Where are you keeping your phone, anyway?”

He loosens his grip, and I remove it from the iron-on pouch attached to the inside of my dress, just above my chest. “I made a pocket since there aren’t a lot of places to keep things in this.”

“Smart.”

My stomach flutters at the compliment. A pocket inside my dress is more resourceful than anything, but coming from Nate, I’ll take it. I open my messages.

“Dred went back to the hotel to read her Swedish thriller because the oonsing was too much,” I tell him.

“What the hell is oonsing?” Nate asks.

“The bass— oonse, oonse, oonse .” I mimic the sound pumping through the speakers.

“Ah, got it.”

Shilpa

Ash and I did the same. My feet are the size of cars.

Lexi

My ankles have no definition and my husband wanted to snuggle. Sorry we bailed.

Rix

Tristan persuaded me to go back to the hotel for some alone time. #sorrynotsorry

Hammer

Hollis is old and it’s his bedtime.

Lavender

We also left. See you in the morning.

Hemi

Dallas and I went for late-night ice cream and I have no regrets.

A private message comes through from my bestie.

Rix

Please tell me you’re still with Nate.

Essie

I’m still with Nate.

Rix

Thank God. I was worried when I saw all the girls were gone.

Essie

Have fun!

I glance around, searching the VIP area for Flip, but the table we had has been taken over by a new group of dudes, and Flip is not with them. “We’re the only ones left.”

His furrow deepens again. “Everyone’s gone?”

“Seems that way.” I shrug.

Nate’s jaw tics. I can’t read his expression. “Flip has his own room.”

“Okay.” Flip has been on the straight and narrow for a while, but this is Vegas. At least he’s being considerate of his roommate, I guess. I hope he doesn’t do something he feels bad about later.

“So I have mine to myself.” His fingers flex on my hip, like he’s waiting for something.

Me , I realize. He’s waiting for me. “Do you want to go back to your room and make out?”

“Yeah.” His throat bobs. “Yes. It’s all I can fucking think about.”

“Me too.” I take his hand. “Let’s go.”

He stays close, his other hand on my hip as we navigate our way through the crowd toward the exit.

I’m all turned around, so we end up at the wrong bank of elevators and backtrack, but we finally make it to our floor.

I’m determined to be stealthy as we walk down the hall.

I don’t want anyone to catch us and potentially thwart whatever is about to happen.

Because hopefully it will include orgasms.

Nate swipes his keycard across the door and ushers me inside. This room is much tidier than mine and Rix’s, which looks like a windstorm of clothing blew through it .

Nate closes the door, flips the safety lock, and tosses his keycard on the table. He turns to me, fists clenching and releasing at his sides. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth all night.”

“And about how good I am at pushing all of your buttons with it?”

“Among other things.” He moves closer until the tips of his shoes touch mine.

“Want to tell me about those other things?” I smooth my hand over his chest.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you taste.” He drops his head and sucks my bottom lip on a low groan. “So fucking sweet.” He pulls me closer.

I sink into the kiss as he explores my mouth with a soft sureness that makes my toes curl. He breaks the kiss and nibbles along the edge of my jaw.

“What else?” I run my hands through his hair.

There’s something so exciting about firsts. First kiss. First touch. First orgasm. First fuck. It’s the newness of experience. Of learning what makes someone else tick. Of discovering their secrets one at a time.

“I’ve been dreaming about those pierced nipples of yours and how much I can’t wait to finally see them again.” He brushes his thumb over one through the fabric of my dress.

“Anything else?” I open the first button on his shirt.

He trails his hand down my side, skimming the hem of my dress.

“I want to know what kind of sounds you make when I suck on that hood piercing.” He drags his fingers along the inside of my thigh.

“Will you let me do that, Essie?” His knuckle brushes over my panties.

“Will you let me kiss you here?” He’s so politely dirty.

“Yes, please.” I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, tossing it on the floor.

Nate’s eyes darken, and his lip curls as he takes me in. That furrow in his brow deepens as his gaze drops to my breasts .

He reaches out to skim a covered nipple. “Tape?”

“Protects them so they don’t get caught on the fabric,” I explain, suddenly self-conscious.

Initially I had some regrets after the thing with the tattoo artist ended, especially since the nipple piercings took another two months to heal.

But they really do heighten the experience, and I can decorate them with pretty jewelry.

I make a move to peel the tape off, but Nate covers my hand with his.

“I would like to do that, if it’s okay with you.”

“Yes.” I nod and lick my lips. “I would also like that.”

He steps closer, pushing my hair over my shoulders. His fingers trail over my collarbones, and he exhales a heavy breath. “Do you have any idea how intriguing you are, Essie?”

My breath catches. I’ve been called a lot of things by men, most often referring to how attractive they find me. Pretty. Gorgeous. Stunning. Hot. Beautiful. But no one has ever called me intriguing. Especially not when all I’m wearing are a couple of pieces of tape and a pair of pink satin panties.

I shake my head and bite my lip.

“You are.” His gaze moves over my face. “Endlessly intriguing.” He traces the edge of the tape covering my right nipple.

“A lovely puzzle I want to solve.” He makes a sound in the back of his throat, and his tongue peeks out to push at his top lip as he carefully peels the tape free—exactly like he did when he opened the present I gave him.

So gentle, so careful. His hand curves around my breast and he drops his head, eyes lifting to mine as he captures the peak between his lips and sucks softly.

“Oh fuck, that is...” My knees go weak as his tongue laves me. “I like that.”

“What else do you like, Essie?” His teeth sink in gently for a moment.

“That. I would like more of your tongue and your teeth.” I groan.

“I’m making a checklist for all the yeses.” He peels the other nipple free, giving it the same attention before returning to my mouth, claiming it in a searing kiss.

He smooths his hands down my back, our lips still fused as he picks me up and carries me to the bed. Nate lays me down, hips settling in the cradle of mine. I feel him, thick and hot behind his fly.

I love the way he presses into me, but… “I want to feel your skin on mine.”

He pushes up on one arm, dark eyes shining with lust. “I want those little hearts scraping against my chest while I dry fuck you.”

I approve. “I also want that.”

I kick off my heels as he braces his weight on one arm and quickly works through the top buttons while I tackle the ones at the bottom. His shirt joins our clothes on the floor.

He’s still wearing pants, and possibly shoes, but when he stretches out over me again, all his warm, soft skin meets mine. His hungry gaze stays locked on me, and I moan at the feel of his erection between my thighs and the light tug on my nipples.

“Say something scientific,” I whimper.

“What?” He stills for a moment, his frown moving toward confused.

I scramble for a specific question that will require science speak. “What’s the chemical composition of stainless steel?”

“Why?”

“Because you know, and I want you to explain it to me.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, please.” I roll my hips against him, body zinging with anticipation.

His cheeks puff out. “It depends on the grade of steel.”

“Just typical steel. Normal grade.” I gaze up at him expectantly, then tack on, “With percentage breakdowns.” I rub myself against him, hot all over as I wait for him to tell me what I want to know .

“Sixteen to eighteen percent chromium, ten to fourteen percent nickel, two to three percent molybdenum, and trace amounts of carbon, with a mix of other, less-prevalent things.”

My pussy clenches. “That kind of information is just rolling around in your head all the time, isn’t it?”

“It took a little work to recall it, to be honest. Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes, please.”

He covers my mouth with his and hooks my leg over his hip. We make out, bodies gliding against each other, the sensation muted by layers of fabric on our lower halves. But I want this slow build, to take our time to touch and kiss.

“So many times I thought about what this would be like.” He sucks my bottom lip. “How good you’d feel wrapped around me. The way you’d sound when I made you come.”