Page 46 of If Love Had A Price (If Love 3)

A minute passed. Two.

When nothing happened, she frowned and turned again. Nate remained in the same position he’d been in when he’d undressed, his eyes soaking her in with enough heat to turn the surrounding air into a furnace.

“What are you doing?”

His lips curved into a small smile. “Enjoying the view. You look so beautiful on your hands and knees, waiting for me to fuck you.”

A shiver of delight rolled down Kris’s spine. She wasstarting tolovedirty talk.

“And how long are you going to keep me waiting?” she breathed, her voice husky with need.

Nate cupped the curve of her bare ass with his palm, his thumb rubbing circles on her heated flesh. “This is how you want me to take you for the first time?” he growled. “There aren’t any rose petals and champagne around, princess.”

“If I wanted rose petals and champagne, we wouldn’t be in this position.” A pause. “Literally.”

He chuckled and finally moved closer. He gathered her hair in his fist and moved it to the side so he could nip at her neck while his other hand played with her nipples. His stubble rasped against her skin, and she shivered from the delicious sensation.

Kris felt like prey being toyed with by a predator before the kill, and another rush of moisture spiraled down to her core. She was so rarely helpless and hated being vulnerable. But being at another’s mercy during sex? Huge fucking turn-on.

“You had your chance,” Nate said.

Before she could say anything else or even take another breath, he slammed into her with such force her body slid forward along the deck, dragging the blanket with her. All the breath whooshed out of her lungs and every thought emptied from her mind. The only thing Kris could focus on was the pleasure consuming her as reality blurred into a series of blissful climaxes. Nate kept one fist in her hair and one hand around her throat while he fucked her with deep, forceful strokes. She realized dimly that the cries filling the air were her own, and yeah, people back at the marina probablycouldhear her.

She couldn’t care less.

After what seemed like both the blink of an eye and forever, Nate found his own release and came with a roar, his hips continuing to pump until he was completely spent.

Kris collapsed on the blanket, her skin slick with sweat and her nerves buzzing with the aftershocks from her lost-track-of-how-many orgasms.

Nate released her and sank onto the ground next to her, his breath ragged.

“Fuck,” they said at the same time.

They eyed each other and dissolved into simultaneous laughter.

“That was…” Kris blanked, most of her brain functions still offline after the sex they’d just had.

“Yep.” Nate wasn’t winning any awards for articulation tonight either.

They lay there in silence until their breathing returned to normal and Kris’s head cleared. She stared up at the sky, tracking the blinking light of an airplane as it transported its passengers to some far-off location. It reminded her of what Nate said about not liking to fly.

“Do you ever think about leaving L.A.?” she asked. “Moving somewhere else? Or just, I don’t know, taking some time to travel?”

A long, long silence. So long Kris thought he’d fallen asleep and hadn’t heard her.

But no, Nate’s eyes were wide open and fixed on the heavens as hers had been.

“Nah,” he finally said. “Not moving. L.A. has its ups and downs, and shit, sometimes there are a helluva lotta downs. But it’s my city. My home. I love it, no matter how fucked up it is. Plus, there’s no better place for a wannabe actor to crash and burn.” His tone was self-deprecating.

“Hardly crash and burn. You got the Oscar Bravo movie role,” she pointed out. “Speaking of which, congratulations.” She glanced at their largely untouched dinner. “Though we kind of skipped the meal portion of the evening.”

Nate flashed a wolfish grin. “I didn’t.”

Her cheeks stained pink at the memory of his head buried between her legs, and his grin widened.

Great. Now she was blushing like a schoolgirl. Then again, considering the orgasms he’d given her, she couldn’t be all that upset.

“I thought about studying abroad in college,” he said after a while. “But then my mom died, I dropped out, and, yeah, the rest is history. As for traveling…not really in the cards, given where my family’s at.”