57. Rosalyn

FIFTY-SEVEN

ROSALYN

My head swivels as we go.

The condo, or penthouse, or whatever this massive apartment is, has a few lights on, but most of the light comes through the wall of windows that runs the entire length of Nathan's home. He was right about the view, and the ambient city light is enough to see by.

I want to explore.

I want to see how he lives.

I want to meet his cat.

But I want him more.

Want to feel his hands on me more than anything.

Nathan steps through a doorway, pulling me into his bedroom.

It's made up of neutrals. Tans and greens and real wood furniture.

It's calming and classy and so Nathan that it makes my heart ache.

The door slams behind us, followed a second later by another loud meow.

"He'll watch if I let him in."

It takes me a second to understand his meaning.

He's talking about the cat.

But I don't have time to laugh because Nathan is here.

In front of me .

Facing me.

And his eyes are filled with fire.

"I want you naked, Rosie." He reaches for the button of my pants. "I want every stitch of clothing off you."

The bedroom has the same dim light filtering through the windows as the rest of the home, so I swallow down my insecurities and grip the hem of my shirt.

I pull it up and over my head while Nathan unzips my pants.

He pushes them down over the swell of my hips, and they drop to the floor, pooling around my feet.

In my bra and thong, I reach for Nathan. "I want to see you too."

He's staring at my chest.

"Nathan—"

He grips my hips for balance, then lowers himself to his knees.

He grunts, and I don't know if it's from kneeling on the hardwood floors or from the way his jeans are bulging, which can't be comfortable.

"I don't know where to start," he murmurs.

But he lied, because a heartbeat later, he has his face pressed into my cleavage.

His lips open, and I feel his hot mouth on my skin.

The hands on my hips apply pressure as they move up my sides and around to my back.

Expert fingers undo my bra, and he yanks the material off my body.

And then warm lips close around one of my nipples.

His groan vibrates through my body, and I grip his hair to steady myself.

Then he sucks. Hard.

And wetness coats the inside of my panties.

His big hands move everywhere.

Pinching my other nipple.

Cupping my breasts.

Squeezing my ass.

It's all so much.

Those six years might as well be a lifetime, because no one has ever touched me like this .

No one has ever touched me like they might die if they don't touch all of me.

Fingers curl around the band of my thong and start to tug it down.

I shift, helping him get them off, and I know the moment he sees the evidence of my arousal.

"Jesus, you're fucking perfect," Nathan growls as he applies pressure to my ankle.

I lift my foot, letting the pant leg and thong slip free.

Then I repeat the process until I'm standing completely naked in front of a kneeling Nathan.

He leans back onto his heels with my damp panties balled in his fist. "Red fucking curls," he groans.

I squeeze my thighs together.

I hadn't thought to worry about my shaving status, but it sounds like he approves.

He moves his eyes up to meet mine. "Are you on birth control?"

I wet my lips and nod.

I can't form words. Not while Nathan brings my thong up to his face and inhales.

His eyes shut, and he moans.

"You're turning me into a fucking freak, Rosie." He shoves the garment into his pocket and opens his eyes. "And I don't even care."

My mouth is open.

He just sniffed my underwear.

And… and Christ, why was that so fucking hot?

Nathan grips my hips again, and as he leans forward to press a kiss to my stomach, he slides his hands across my ass cheeks and down around to the juncture between my thighs.

His fingers find slickness, and I jolt at the touch.

He doesn't ease up, though.

He doesn't pull his fingers back or still.

He slides them farther between my legs, teasing my entrance.

"Six fucking years," Nathan murmurs against my skin. "The first thing you're going to feel in this tight slit is my cock. Not my finger."

A tongue drags over my nipple, and I snap my eyes open, not remembering closing them .

Not my finger.

He's telling me that he's not going to prep me.

That he's going to shove that big cock of his inside me and nothing else.

Wet fingers slide back the way they came.

Nathan spreads me as he uses a fingertip to trail over my back entrance.

I grab his shoulders as a new heat zips through my body.

"Has anyone ever been here, Rosie?" Teeth trail over my breast. "Have you ever taken a dick here?"

I shake my head.

I shake it again.

"Never," I whimper.

He applies pressure with his finger. "My good girl." Moving his hands, he grips me right where my ass meets my thighs. "But not tonight."

Not tonight.

I can't keep up with him.

His words.

His hands.

His fingers and questions.

I'm spiraling.

Nathan pushes up to stand but doesn't let go of his hold on my ass. So when he straightens, he lifts me off the ground.

Then he literally tosses me onto the bed.

I land on my back, sinking into the soft mattress, my body bouncing with the motion.

Nathan stands at the foot of the bed with hooded eyes, watching.

He shrugs off his hoodie, then reaches back with one hand and pulls off the T-shirt he was wearing underneath.

"It hasn't been six years for me, but it's been a bit." He opens the button on his jeans. "And I'll use a condom if you want me to. But I want to take you bare, Rosie." He pulls down his zipper. "I'll pull out and come all over those pretty tits, just to be sure. But I want to feel you. With nothing between us." He shoves his pants down and grips his length through his boxer briefs. "Now tell me what you want. "

My eyes are locked on his hands as he pulls down the band of his boxer briefs and lets his dick free.

My pussy throbs.

"I want that," I say as he strokes himself. "I want what you want."

I knew he was big.

He's a big guy.

I've felt his hardness against me.

I had my fingers touching the base of his cock in the pantry.

But he's… large.

And I've never craved that pleasurable sort of pain. But I'm ready to try it.

I'm ready to try anything with this man.

Emboldened by the hard dick he's gripping in his hand, I spread my legs. "I want you to take me raw."