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CHAPTER ELEVEN

nate

Paige Montgomery is a violent tangle of my sweetest heaven and cruelest hell as she flips my world upside down, one demanding kiss after the next.

My hands grip her desperately, as if at any given moment she’s going to slip away and I’m going to wake up from this reoccurring dream with a familiar ache of disappointment.

Except my dreams never feel this real, never have my cock this hard. And Paige doesn’t kiss me like she’s kissing me now.

With this almost desperate abandon, like she’s afraid to find out what’s going to happen if she stops.

I don’t want her to stop.

I don’t want this to ever stop.

I’ve never been one to question a gift, that would be ungrateful—which is the furthest thing I’m feeling as I explore my princess’s mouth. Cataloging every whimper and inhale, exploring what she likes and what she really fucking likes.

Likes: my hands on her, coasting over the planes of her body with impatient reverence.

Really fucking likes: when I bite or suck her lip, extracting cry after pleasured cry as I do.

Every brush of my lips, every sweep of my tongue makes her just a little more feral. All the restraints she holds herself back with slowly become more and more unraveled. She withers under me; her fingers feel like claws as they dig into my back.

So my kitten has claws, after all.

It feels like a cleaver has cracked open my chest. Everything I’ve ever wanted to say to her now pours out of my every touch, my every graze. Her countering touches destroy me as I slip my tongue into her mouth, as I press her deeper into the mattress, rubbing my aching erection across her lower belly.

I don’t know how long this will last before Paige comes to her senses, but I’m going to make the most of this while I can—giving her everything that I am.

“Give me your tongue,” I order in a voice I hardly recognize. Low and gruff and full of hunger.

Dazed, Paige does as instructed, and I keep my eyes on her as I suck it into my mouth, groaning at the way her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her little moan vibrates in my mouth.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

She’s everything.

I’ve dreamt of this moment far too many times, and it still didn’t prepare me for the real thing, what it would be like to finally have her.

I pull back, staring at Paige with nostrils flaring. It’s almost too much.

From the molten way she stares up at me, those beautiful blueish-green eyes melt into two pools of unbridled desire, to the way her hands rove over me like she’s trying to memorize every inch of my skin. All the blood has rushed to my cock, and I almost come in my pants at the feel of her teeth grazing my jaw.

I feel like I’ve fallen into another dimension, one I don’t want to find my way out of.

This is where I want to exist for the rest of time. Me and Paige and this bed. The rest of the world can fuck off and carry on without us.

“Nate.” Paige squirms under me, impatience bleeding into her flushed features as I run my hands down her body, memorizing how soft and pliable she is under my palms. Her fiery red hair is spread out on the pillow like a fiery wreath. Her eyes are vibrant with a lust that easily challenges my own. She looks nothing short of every dirty fantasy I’ve ever concocted of her. “I need more.” She flexes her hips into mine, and I groan at the friction that shoots up my spine.

“What do you need more of, Princess?” I brush a wayward strand of red hair off her flushed skin, already knowing. I can see it in her lust-filled eyes, can feel her arousal pressed against my own as she continues to squirm. Our two wants entwined with each other. “I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”

But I want her to say it.

Need her to say the words I’ve been dying to hear for far too long. Since I knew she was the only person who would ever complete me.

“ Nate. ” She says my name again like it’s the only thing in her head. The only thing she can push out.

The smile I give her is downright sinful as I ignore the tightness in my balls. Enjoying having Paige at my mercy, spread out before me in my clothes. “If you can’t say it, you don’t get it.”

“ You, ” she bites out, her eyes flashing with pent-up frustration.

Good. Let her be frustrated. I want to keep feeling her claws.

I don’t know if I’ll get another moment to enjoy her, to tease her. I want to make this last. For as long as possible, I want to pretend she’s mine.

“Me?” I ask innocently, leaning in close to brush my nose against hers in a teasing touch. Paige strains to reach me, to steal a kiss, but I pull back before our lips can connect. Uh-uh. “What about me?”

“I need you, Nate,” she repeats, more frustration coloring her tone. “Give me more of you. Please, I need you to help me. You’re the only one that can fix this ache.”

The very short control I’ve had over myself snaps. Her words are too sweet, too tortured to put off any longer.

And I’m nothing but a starved man who has waited years for a taste.

Leaning back so I’m fitted between her thighs, I look down at her and growl, “Fingers, mouth or cock, Paige? How do I get to worship you?”

She looks at all three. My hands, my mouth, and my tenting cock. Giving each one a thorough once-over that has me wanting to decide for her. I’m about to just say fuck it, and give her all three, when she says, “I want your mouth.”

“Done.” This time when I lean down, it is to steal a kiss as I slip my hands under her—my—shirt. “Where?”

“Everywhere,” she starts, then I watch as she looks for a little bit of courage, some vulnerability crossing her face. “But I want your mouth on me like it was in my dream.”

I freeze, my fingers curling into her warm, tender skin. Did my brain short-circuit or did Paige just say…

“Your dream?” A dirty fucking smile takes over my face. More than intrigued. “Are you telling me, my little self-proclaimed rival, had a sex dream about me? Is that why I woke up with you curled around me this morning? How dirty was it?”

“You know what.” Paige’s glare isn’t as menacing when it’s clouded with yearning. “I changed my mind. I think I saw a removable showerhead in your bathroom last night, I’ll use that instead?—”

She tries to get off the bed, and I smack her ass before pushing her back down.

“My house, my orgasms, baby.” She’s not going anywhere near that room until I’m done with her. “You won’t be using a shower head here. My fingers, my mouth, or my cock, remember? Those are your options.”

“Still waiting for you to use your mouth on me,” Paige says, frustration fueling her words. “At least you’ll finally stop talking then.”

“If only you came up with this idea years ago.”

“Guess you’ll have to show me what a fool I was.” She snaps her fingers impatiently. “Get to work.”

“With pleasure.” I grab the hand she just snapped at me with, kissing her wrist before dragging my tongue along the thin vein that resides there. She sighs under the touch. “As soon as you tell me what I was doing in your dream. I want to make sure I’m being accurate to the source material.”

With every trace of my lips, swipe of my tongue, Paige’s glare starts to soften, but she still tries to level me a hard look as I bring my mouth to her shoulder, swirling my tongue in the hollow of her collarbone.

“Don’t make me regret telling you this,” she says. The sternness from her voice is missing.

“Regret? Never.” I pull back so she can see my face. The seriousness in my words. “But I’ll do my damnedest to make sure you’re more than thankful for sharing. You just have to tell me what to do,” I whisper the last sentence.

I want to make this good for her. Better than good. Earth-shattering, ruining her for all other men type good. Where she’ll feel me for days to come, haunted by the phantom of my touch.

“You were buried between my legs,” Paige starts as I feel my cock throb at that visual, very much wanting to do that.

Tucking her hands behind her head, I plant a kiss on her temple, tracing my lips down the curve of her cheek, letting it guide me to her lips, where I lick the freckles outlining them, before slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her hips buck into mine with a stuttered moan and quickly, I pull away.

Paige whimpers at the loss, but I kiss my way down her throat as my hands slip under her shirt.

“Sit up,” I tell her, yanking it over her head as she does. “Fuck.”

Paige looked good in my shirt, but nothing looks better than her out of it.

Bare, freckled skin. Pert, dusty nipples straining for my attention.

Beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful, it actually kind of hurts a little.

I pull a hard nipple into my mouth, needing to steal a taste before my teeth twist the tight bud. Paige shoots up, her hands sinking into my hair, pushing me closer.

“Is this where you want my mouth, baby?” I lick over my teeth marks, savoring in the shiver it wrings from her body.

“N-no,” she breathes, her voice stuttering.

“What about here?” I swirl my tongue in the hollow between her breasts.

Paige’s nail dig into the back of my neck, her breath heavy as she shakes her head.

“Hmm.” I drag my lips down her stomach, tracing over her more prominent freckles, wishing I could introduce myself properly to all of them. “Here?” I trace the outline of her belly button, her stomach quivering under my tongue.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she cries, using both her hands to push my head further down her body. “You’re taking too long.”

I laugh. “Apologies, Princess.”

Except I’m not. Teasing Paige has always been my favorite pastime. This is only adding a new physical element I’ve never gotten to play in before. And since I don’t know if I’m ever going to get a chance to be in this position again, I’m going to commit every detail, every sound to my memory.

Savoring her to remember when I’m old and fat and wrinkly. I’ll forget everything, including my own name, before I forget a single thing about Paige.

“How can I make it up to you?” I ask, running my finger over the waistband of her sweats.

“You can fix the mess you created,” she hisses, flexing her hips into my face.

I bury my head into her hip bone, biting her skin through the worn fabric, before teasing, “Someone’s gotten a little impatient.”

In one swift motion, I pull the sweats down to her ankles, and Paige kicks them off. Leaving her only in her emerald green panties.

A soaked, dripping stain greets me as my shoulders spread her thighs apart.

I groan. Deep and guttural. That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop myself as I drag my tongue up her covered slit. Moaning at the sweet taste exploding on my tongue.

Fuuuuck.

She tastes so fucking good. Like the sweetest dessert at the holiday feast. It’s taking everything I have not to bury my face in her pussy now.

Still, I steal another taste.

Paige moans so loud, I’m afraid she’s going to cause an avalanche, using her hands to push my face harder into her folds, demanding more.

“Did I do that in your dream?” I peer up at her, lazily running a finger over the ruined fabric, feeling it get wetter with every pass.

Paige shakes her head, her lip bitten in blissed agony.

“Words, Paige. I need your words if you want me to behave.”

“No,” she breathes out, as I continue stroking, pressing harder into her folds with every swipe. “My—my underwear was gone.”

“Good.” My finger shines in the early morning light with her arousal. Paige watches me with hooded eyes as I stick the finger in my mouth.

“Do I taste good?” She’s propped up on her elbows, watching me.

Pulling the finger out, I lean up and use it to trace her lips. Coating her with both of us. “You taste so fucking good, baby, I can’t wait to make a mess of you on my tongue.”

Her tongue darts out, licking at the trail I left behind, and I see her underwear darken.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl?” I whisper to her, my words rough with desire, running my hand along the hem of her panties.

“Actually, want to know a secret?” I peel them off, feeling Paige’s rapt attention on me as I bring the ruined fabric to my face, inhaling her scent before sucking the part with her arousal into my mouth. She moans, sounding strangled. “I always did.”

I’m sure I didn’t do that in her dream last night either, but there’s no harm in giving Paige more material for her next one. I have to earn my keep as her sex dream muse. Can’t have me losing my spot to someone like her emotional support vampire.

“Oh, God,” she chokes at the sight.

“What did I do next, Paige?” My voice is like sandpaper as I toss the underwear behind me.

“You, uh, pushed my thighs to the side, gripping them tightly with your hands, before pushing them up to my chest.”

I do as instructed, groaning at the sight of her wet, swollen pussy practically crying for my attention. “Like this?”

Paige swallows, then nods. She’s so turned on right now. From the way her lust-filled eyes watch me, to the flush that paints her entire body. She’s reaching her breaking point. I can’t wait to make her fall, with my name echoing on her lips.

“What next?” My balls feel heavy, cock straining. Turned on to a million right now.

“You used your tongue,” she struggles to get out, just as keyed up as I am. “And teeth.”

“Was I gentle?”

Paige shakes her head, mouth slightly open.

Thank fuck.

“You ate me out like I was your favorite meal,” Paige rasps, fevered demands in her liquid eyes.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m starving, then.” Unable to wait any longer, I run my tongue up her slit, her taste exploding on my tongue, and thoughts of teasing her any further leave. “Permission to eat you out until you forget everything but my name, Princess?” I flick her swollen bud with my tongue.

“Granted,” she cries, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Grab the headboard, then, baby.”

Paige immediately reaches behind her, grabbing two of the wood slats.

“Good girl.” I bite the inside of her leg.

Without taking my eyes off her, I run the flat of my tongue up her slit. One long, slow stroke.

Paige tightens her grip around the headboard, arching her back off the bed. Pushing into her legs, I keep her body just like that as I go back for another stroke. Then another, humming around every taste.

She said in her dream I ate her out like she was my favorite meal, but I want her to be my only meal. Morning, noon, and night.

And not just because of her taste, which is sweet and intoxicating and delicious, but for all the things that make up Paige. Her sass, her humor, her high-strung attitude and anxious thoughts.

I want it all. I want her in my life again. I want her to never leave. I want this to be our every day. I want to make her happy and help her forget her troubles. I want to give her so much. More than I’ve ever wanted anything for myself.

Paige cries and squirms and rolls her hips at a maddening pace as I impale her with my tongue, grazing her clit with my teeth.

I flick and suck and taste at a relentless demand. My hard cock ruts into the mattress in tempo with my lapping strokes.

Worshipping her. Ruining her.

Her moans get louder, her cries becoming more unhinged.

Maybe we have fallen into another dimension because I forget the world outside as I get lost in her. Nothing else matters—not the cabin or the snow or the holiday. Nothing exists for me outside of making Paige scream, of driving her to absolute pleasure. Of making sure the only word that remains in her brain is my name.

“Is this like your dream, Princess?” I swirl my tongue around her clit.

“Better,” she cries, shimmying this way and that to get me back to where she wants me.

I am nothing but her humble servant, willing to oblige.

At some point, I feel Paige’s fingers twine into my hair, pulling me closer. I push against her legs, my fingers biting into her skin as she trembles under my tongue.

“Nate.” Paige’s eyes are squeezed tight, head thrown back against the mattress. “Nate, I need to come.”

Her hips become more erratic, losing all sense of rhythm, grinding into my face with a frantic desperation.

Picking my head up, I wait until she looks at me. Her arousal is all over my face. “Say please first, Princess.”

Her nostrils flare, and I can’t help but feel like I got something right.

“Let me hear how much you want it,” I add.

“Please, Nate. Let me come. I have been such a good girl for you.”

Fuck. My cock is practically weeping.

The words good girl sound too fucking sweet coming from Paige’s graceful lips. “You’ve been the best girl,” I agree. “And you know what they say about the best girls, Paige?”

“What?” Her eyes flutter as I press my thumb into her clit.

“The best girls get to come the hardest.”

“Prove it,” she challenges.

“My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.” Without a moment’s hesitation, I shove two fingers inside her swollen cunt as I latch onto her clit with my mouth, sucking hard enough that her cries fill my ears.

She rides my face with a desperation echoing in my chest. My own hips pound into the mattress in the same unrelenting pace I’m eating her pussy with. Devouring her like she needs this orgasm to live, like it’s my only purpose in life to please her.

Her cries and chants only spur me on harder, making me want to please her more and more, until her words turn into desperate sounds and she shatters under my tongue with nothing but my name as she does.

I don’t stop, licking and sucking and biting her through her orgasm. My hips jerk against the mattress as I do, my own cry quickly chasing hers.

I stay here, face buried in Paige’s sweet folds, until I come down enough to realize what just happened.

A carnal, almost animalistic satisfaction fills my chest as I crawl on top of her, pressing a kiss between her breasts.

Bliss. Complete and utter bliss.

I don’t know how long we stay there, only our labored breaths filling the room, but I know I’ve never felt this content, this full in my entire life.

Paige eventually pries her sated eyes open. “Let me take care of you.”

Paige reaches for my waistband. I stop her with a shake of my head, an euphoric smile on my lips.

She narrows her eyes at me. “I can give a blowjob, Nathan.”

My chest shakes with suppressed laughter. “Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to have your mouth around my dick, Paige. But you’re not the only one that came just now.”

Paige’s mouth drops, surprise overtaking her delicate features. “You mean…”

I roll off her so she can see the dark stain on my gray sweats. “Best orgasm ever.”

Maybe I should be embarrassed I just came in them like some kind of fourteen-year-old virgin, but the pride in Paige’s face, knowing she has that much control over me, makes this moment more than worth it. “And here I thought athletes were supposed to have better stamina.”

I laugh, loud and booming, wrapping my arms around her and rolling us over until she’s sprawled across my chest—just like when I woke up.

We lie wrapped around each other. Existing, breathing, living each other.

And I can’t help but notice how it feels like something has shifted between us. Something instinctual that has me wanting to hold on to this moment for as long as I can. To hold on to her for as long as she’ll let me.

I was made for Paige and she was made for me.

And I’m not walking away from her this time.

I just need to figure out a way to explain myself that doesn’t have her leaving me standing alone in the cold.

Rubbing my thumb along her bare shoulder, I open my mouth to start when my phone goes off with an alert. Then another. And then another. Without letting go of Paige, I reach for where I left it on my nightstand and see it’s from my local weather app.

“Fuck.”