Page 27 of I Could Be Yours (The Toronto Terror #6)

NATE

I fumble with the lock and make sure the latch is flipped as Essie curves her palm around the back of my neck.

Her cotton-candy lip gloss and the warmth of her mouth has turned into a level-ten addiction.

I suck her bottom lip and cup her face, angling her head so I can get inside.

I move to pull her closer, but she puts her hand on my chest.

“Shit.” I raise both hands. “Sorry. We should slow down.”

She gives me a look. “I’d like to limit my soaked body parts to my vagina.”

I glance down. My shirt is stuck to my body. “Right. Yeah. Let me fix that.” I pull the sopping shirt over my head and toss it on the floor, where it lands with a wet thwack.

Essie tugs my shorts and boxers down, and my erection springs free. I kick them aside as she pulls her nightshirt over her head. She’s gloriously naked underneath.

“Fuck me…” I groan as I take in all her smooth, tanned skin. The pretty little jeweled barbells piercing her nipples wink at me, begging to be sucked.

Another item added to the ever-growing list of things about her I’m obsessed with .

Essie tilts her head toward the bed, smile impish. “Let’s test out the mattress.”

“Excellent idea.” I pick her up by the waist, carry her across the room, and toss her on the bed.

She lands gracefully, rolls to the pillows, props her cheek on her fist, and pats the empty space beside her. I climb up, stretching out next to her. Essie drags a single finger from my clavicle to my navel, then shifts to straddle my thighs.

Her warm palms smooth up my abs. “Finally, I have you all to myself.”

I settle my hands on her thighs. “This entire week has felt like extended foreplay.”

“It really has.” She settles her hands on my pecs and leans in, dark hair sweeping across my skin. “You’re pretty ripped for a guy who sits behind a desk designing skates.”

“I work out with Flip and Tristan,” I explain.

She bites my chin. “We can get all our cardio done together this week.”

I laugh, and she pulls back, eyes softening. “You’re so pretty when you smile.” She frames my face with her hands and she presses her lips to mine. A sweet balm of relief washes over me.

I curve my palm around the nape of her neck. She parts and our tongues brush. Desire rushes through me, and I grip her hip and shift under her, seeking friction.

Her fingers curl around the bottom of my chin, lips still touching when she whispers, “Someone’s in a rush to get to the good stuff.”

“You’re the one who got me naked seconds after I walked through the door.” I arch a challenging brow. “How do you know I didn’t want to just hang out and chat?”

“Your dick did not want to hang out and chat.”

“He’s not the boss of me.”

She rolls her hips, her pussy a soft, warm counterpart to the hard steel of her piercing sliding over my shaft. I groan, fingers digging into her skin as I lift my hips .

“What was that?” She sucks my bottom lip between hers and releases it slowly.

“You’re playing dirty.”

She grins and bites her lip. “Fuck, I love your grumpy face.”

I glare at her.

“Mmm…” She shakes her head and sighs. “You’re such a smoke show when you look like you’re plotting my undoing.”

“I’m never plotting your demise, Ess.” I keep one hand on her hip and trace the other up her side.

“Not what I said, but that furrow in your brow tells a different story.”

“It’s not a demise furrow.” I skim her collarbones

“You really are ridiculously attractive when you’re channeling your inner Grinch,” she teases.

“I don’t channel an inner Grinch,” I grumble, basically proving her point.

She props her forearms on my chest and settles her chin on her fingers. “Say something smart.”

“Something smart.”

She rolls her beautiful eyes. “Smart, not smart ass . Pull a random fact out of your head and share it with me.”

“Why?”

“Because your big brain is a turn-on, and it’s even sexier when you say smart things while you’re naked and wearing your serious face.”

I dredge up a random, not entirely useless fact. “Your lips have over a million nerve endings and are one of the most sensitive places on the body.” I suck her bottom one.

“Tell me something else,” she whispers, tracing the bow of my mouth.

“There are ten thousand nerve endings in your pretty little pierced clit, which is one of the reasons it feels so good when I suck on it.”

“Especially when you’re wearing nothing but your determined face,” she agrees with a roll of her hips .

“I can suck on it now, if you like, and I’ll do my best to wear my determined face.”

She smiles and bats her lashes, fingers drifting over my cheek. “Maybe later. I’d like to choke on your cock before I sit on it.”

“For fuck’s sake, Essie.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I can’t take my eyes off her as she kisses a path down my chest. Sex with Essie is an adventure.

She’s fun, uninhibited, and wildly beautiful.

She drops open-mouth, wet kisses, her pierced nipples dragging over my skin, as she makes her way down my body.

She skirts around my erection, cheek brushing the head as she kisses across my hip.

She teases and licks and nibbles, long hair sweeping over my thighs as her palm encircles my length. Her eyes find mine and she takes me in her mouth. Soft lips, wet tongue, her satisfied hum vibrating through me.

She cups my balls, lips sliding down my shaft. Everything tightens, and I close my eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the sight and feel of her.

She pops off, and my eyes flip open. “Too much?” She drags her lips up and down the side of my cock.

I shake my head. Then nod. Then shake it again. “You just feel so fucking good, and the way you look…” Gorgeous, depraved, perfect. The loveliest vision .

“Am I pretty when I’m trying to swallow your cock?” She covers the head again, cheeks hollowing out as she sucks.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” I push up on my elbow and slide my fingers into her hair.

Her expression turns angelic as she licks around the head, but her words nearly ruin me. “Would you like to fuck my mouth, Nathan?”

Heat travels down my spine, and I grind out a guttural, “Yes. ”

She curves her palm around my fingers in her hair, closing my hand into a fist. “Guide me.”

I sit up and slide my other hand into her hair, taking in her expectant, needy expression. She parts her swollen lips, and I ease inside. Essie’s eyes stay on mine as I move her mouth gently up and down my length.

“So good, Essie,” I praise as her cheeks hollow out. “Such a lovely, sweet mouth.” The head hits the back of her throat. She opens wider and takes more. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re swallowing my cock.”

She does this thing with her tongue that pushes me to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” I warn.

She takes me deeper, and I explode in her mouth. I loosen my grip on her hair, giving her back control. She bobs a couple more times, but I’m hypersensitive, so I gently ease her off, slip my hands under her arms, and pull her up as I flop back on the mattress.

Her body is draped across mine, chin resting on the center of my chest. She grins at me with swollen lips. “Hi.”

“Hi. That was outstanding.”

“You seemed to enjoy yourself.” She kisses my chin.

I curve my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her chastely.

“I can brush my teeth first if you want,” she offers.

I frown. “Why?”

She strokes a finger between my eyes. “Because my mouth tastes like your cum, and you might not love that.”

“I kissed you last time.”

“There was chocolate sauce involved.”

“Don’t care. I want your mouth.” I tip her chin down and bring her lips to mine.

She hums as our tongues meet, and I rearrange her legs so she’s straddling me again.

I keep one hand on her hip while we kiss, helping her shift against my reawakening erection while I play with her nipple piercings.

She gazes down at me, eyes hot with need.

I wind her hair around my hand, nipping the edge of her jaw. “Would you like me to fuck you now, Ess?”

She bites her lip and nods. “I’ll get a condom.”

She stretches across the bed, reaching to the nightstand for the pink zippered fabric pouch with a magic wand and stars on it. The heart-shaped jewel piercing her nipple catches the light. I capture the peak, sucking softly as the metal slides over my tongue.

Essie moans, clutching my hair. “I love your mouth so much when you’re being nice with it.

” She slides a finger into the corner of it and detaches me from her nipple, then covers my mouth with her palm when I try to get back what I’ve lost. “You can suck on them to your heart’s content once you’re inside me. ”

“Mmmm... Fair.” I kiss the swell and lie back.

She sets the pouch on my stomach, unzips it, and produces a box of condoms—the same kind I had when we were in Vegas last weekend.

She pries the box open, tears one free, and rolls it down my length.

And then my hands are on her hips, and she lowers herself onto me.

Her eyes flutter closed, and her fingers skim her nipples as they drift down her stomach.

She’s an absolute vision. But she’s too far away.

I want her close. I want her wrapped around me, hot skin against mine.

I sit up and latch onto her breast.

Essie threads her hands through my hair, eyes soft as she watches me.

I wish it could be like this between us all the time—the walls down, all my fears chased away by lust and the overwhelming need to make her feel good.

I covet every sigh and moan and soft whimper.

I want to bottle up this feeling and carry it around with me.

She wraps her arms around my head, body shaking as her pussy clenches. But I want more. I want to watch her face as she unravels for me. So I tip her head back, dropping my other hand between her thighs to find that little steel ball.

“Oh God, Nate.” Her nails bite into my shoulders.

“That’s it, Essie, keep fucking me. I want to watch you come for me.”

I move her over me, finding a rhythm as she gazes down, one hand gripping my shoulder while the fingers of her other hand tremble against my cheek.

“You feel so good,” she whispers.

“Let go for me. Let me see what I do to you.” I brush my lips over hers. “So pretty when you’re coming just for me.”

She contracts around me, pussy gripping me like a fist as euphoria passes across her face.

Primal satisfaction rushes through me. I make her feel this way.

I give her what she needs. I’m the one who gets to see her at her most vulnerable and beautiful.

My own orgasm slams through me, wiping out my thoughts, replacing them with overwhelming sensation.

I fall back against the pillows, taking Essie with me. She sprawls across my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.

“Best sex ever.” She pokes at my nipple with her tongue.

“Yeah?” I stroke her hair.

She hums and lifts her head, expression soft. “Did you have fun?”

I stroke her cheek. “So much fun.”

“Me too.” She kisses my chin. “I’m going to brush my teeth.” Her expression shifts, uncertainty making her voice pitch up. “You’re welcome to half my bed if you want to stay the night.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

She grins. “’Kay.” She lifts herself off me and brushes my hands away when I reach for the condom. “I’ll do it.” She removes it, tying it at the top and taking it with her to the bathroom. The door closes with a soft snick.

She reappears a minute later, still naked. “There’s a spare toothbrush if you want it,” she offers .

“Yeah, sounds good.” I trade places with her.

Neatly organized makeup lines the vanity, along with creams, hair products, and accessories.

I pick up a bottle of lotion, rolling it between my fingers before I twist the top and sniff the contents.

It’s the scent I associate with her. Soft and feminine.

Pretty and sweet. I replace the cap, put it back in its place, and use the extra toothbrush.

Then I clean myself up before I leave the bathroom.

Essie is already in bed, covers pulled up, the lights off apart from the one on my side of the bed.

She pats the empty space, and I stretch out next to her.

I flick off the light and shift until I feel the warmth of her body.

I slide an arm under her and pull her closer. She’s wearing her nightshirt.

“I didn’t take you for a snuggler,” she murmurs.

“Usually I’m not,” I admit. I rearrange her leg so it’s draped over mine and cover the hand on my chest.

“Hmm…” She kisses the side of my neck. “’Night, Nate.”

I kiss her forehead. “’Night, Ess.”

It feels good to hold someone.

No. Not someone.

It feels good to hold Essie .

And that’s the moment I realize this isn’t just about sex. Yes, it’s out-of-this-world amazing. But I like Essie. More than like Essie. This warmth in my chest, the desire to spend the night beside her, to hold her. What if I have feelings for her?

It’s a bad idea. She doesn’t want a boyfriend. Especially not one who doesn’t believe love can last—that it’s even real, or tenable. She wants the fairy tale.

Eventually her fondness for my bad attitude will shift and prove what I know to be true: Nothing lasts forever.

And then where will I be? Alone again.

I can keep my feelings on lock, though. I’ve done it for years without even trying. I can have this week with Essie. It’s better than not having her at all. And it’s better for both of us if I keep my feelings to myself. Because everyone leaves eventually.