Up All Night Long: From Lust to Love (Romance Anthology) (86 page)

Chapter 16

Nate

I couldn’t shake the fact that I needed to see her. It was greedy and fucked up, but my insides were tight, and my heart full of sorrow over knowing that she'd been through some bad shit, and was likely going through it again.

"Where are you, Lizzy?" I murmured as I headed up to the office. My kids were tucked into the spare bed at my parents’ house, and I promised my mother that I would be back in time for breakfast that next morning, but I had to see her.

I parked and jogged toward the building, more than surprised to see her Lexus in its usual spot. She was at work. Good. I needed to lay eyes on her. To touch her and force her to let me in. It wasn't about sex, but about wanting to offer her warmth, acceptance, fuck - reassurance that she was every bit of the woman I believed her to be.

The elevator took forever, and worry drove through me that she would have gotten in the other one and rode it down as I was riding up. I punched in my code at the door and walked down the hall, letting out a sigh of relief to see her light on and door open.

She was bent over her desk, her white button up shirt opened at the top from her current position. Her breasts bulged out of her bra, and though I knew it wasn't the time, my body hardened at the thought of pressing my mouth to her. I regretted not turning her over and bathing her breasts with the attention they deserved the night before.

"Elizabeth." I stopped by the door and tried to act relatively casual. "I'm surprised to find you here."

She glanced up, and I could see the puffiness around her eyes. It softened me immediately. I wanted to be anything she needed me to. Lover. Friend. Employee.

"Hi Nate." Her voice was hard. "I was just leaving a few notes. I'm going to be out for a few days."

"Something come up?" I had to ask. I wanted to know so fucking bad what was going on with her. I walked into her office and pressed my hands to her desk as she glanced up, her facade locked so tightly into place that I marveled at her acting skills.

"Yep. Did we get the deal in Seattle?" She picked up a piece of paper and walked around me, leaving me to follow her if I wanted to talk. Her skirt fit her snuggly, and damn if I wasn't undressing her by the time we walked into the large office at the end of the hall.

"Yes, and they said to tell you how proud they are of you. For who you've become." I pressed my hands to either side of the door, forcing her to stop in front of me as she tried to exit again.

"They don't know shit about me." She glanced up, her eyes cold.

"No one does." I leaned down and brushed my nose past hers. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since you hauled ass out of my room last night. What are you scared of, Elizabeth?"

"Everything," she whispered and tucked under my arm, leaving me weak and working to get air in my lungs. A crack in the surface of her strength was exhilarating and I hated myself for wanting to tear away the walls. She wasn't ready for that. Not yet.

"You need me to focus on anything while you're gone?" I turned and walked back down to her office. The thought of not seeing her for a few days left everything dismal and gray. It was weird how much she affected me, and we've yet to break through being anything more than co-workers with a lusty desire for each other.

She stood by the window, glancing out. She was holding herself together by a string.

I walked up behind her and pressed my hands to the glass in front of her before leaning down and kissing her neck softly. "Let me take you away from this."

"Where would we go?" She turned and looked up at me. "And how long could we stay before reality set in?"

"Let me in." I reached down to touch her face as she jerked away and walked toward her desk.

"Focus on wrapping up this current project and see if you can get the board to review our final video from earlier this week. I want to lock all of this down when I get back on Monday." She didn't glance up, but I didn't need her to.

I walked to the door and locked it before moving in behind her and running my hands over her shoulders. "You're tense."

"Life sucks most days of the week, and I'm in charge of the largest ad agency in the world. Of course I'm tense. Stop pointing out the obvious." She started to relax as I worked my fingers against the strong muscles of her shoulders.

"Relax for a little while. Let me take care of you." I pressed myself against her, enjoying her groan as my erection wedged between the curves of her rear. "Let me fuck you in here tonight."

"Yeah," she whispered and pressed back against me. "Be rough."

"Anything you want from me." I moved down her back until I pressed my knees to the ground. Leaning forward, I rubbed my face over her ass and down to her legs as I worked my hands under her skirt, pushing it up as she slid her hands over her desk, knocking shit off onto the floor.

"Why, Nate? Why anything?" She whimpered as I reached up and pressed on her back, forcing her to flatten her chest against the desk.

"Because. Stop talking and enjoy me." I licked around the edges of her panties before running my fingers just inside them, drenching my digits in her stickiness. "God, you're so beautiful, baby. A goddess."

"Shhhh..." She pressed back as I lifted up and pulled her panties to the side, licking at her folds and sucking softly. She wanted rough and hard, but I wanted tender and slow. She needed someone to make love to her, and that someone was me. "Harder, Nate."

"No." I sucked her clit into my mouth before licking up the long line of her body, rolling my tongue against her tight ass and pressing my teeth to her cheek. "Come grab a hotel with me. Let me start a shower for us."

"No," she whispered.

"A bubble bath. I'll work you down onto this cock that I know you love so much. I can fuck you long into the night." I licked at her ass again as she groaned and tightened.

"No, I don't want any of that. I just want now." The pain in her voice reached me, but I knew there was only one way to her. Through our lust.

"I want it," I whispered against her pretty pink skin before standing up and splaying my hands over her back. "But whatever the lady wants... she gets."

"Would you have ever cheated on Janice?" Her voice shook as she asked.

"Never. Not in a million years. No matter how bad it got." I moved back and she stood up, turning to look up at me.

"Fuck me against the wall." She worked her skirt over her hips, dragging her panties down and leaving her perfect body on display for me. Lust roared through me and I tugged my slacks off before picking her up and walking to the window. I pressed her back to it as she wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly.

"Tell me what's going on." I leaned down and opened my mouth, pressing it to her breasts and sucking on her nipple through her shirt.

"I need to feel you on my skin." She unbuttoned her shirt and tugged it over her shoulders before doing the same with her bra. I rocked my hips forward, sliding my dick through her wetness, but not penetrating her just yet. I wanted to give her control so she felt safe again. Whatever it would take.

I leaned down and licked at her nipples, sucking softly as she groaned and reached between us to position me to press into her.

Glancing up, I pinned her with a hard stare. "Tell me what's going on with you."

"No." She pulled at my back, and I arched, pushing into her as she moaned with a host of emotions pouring from the sound.

"Fine. I'm here if you need me." I licked at the side of her throat before gripping her ass and ramming into her again. Her body tightened against mine as she nodded and closed her eyes, letting herself get lost to me taking full advantage of her open legs.

"Just fuck me. Please."

"All night, Lizzy." I gripped her roughly, pulling her ass open and working hard to bring her to come. She bucked against me minutes later, crying out my name through low pants. The sound of her ecstasy caused my balls to tighten, my heart to shatter. Maybe Janice wasn't the only one that was cheating all these years.

I'd wanted the sexy bitch riding me since meeting her, and I'd be lying to myself if I didn't acknowledge the fact that somewhere along the line, I'd fallen in love with her.

The need to tell her strangled me, and I took it out on her body, giving her the
rough
she wanted so badly.

Chapter 17

Elizabeth

"So good. So fucking good," I groaned against his thick neck as I pressed my mouth against him and held on. The deep penetration was driving me insane, the grip of his fingers leaving me useless to anything.

There was so much loss and tragedy around me, and yet there, in his arms, letting him use me in any way he wanted to, I could find pleasure. Peace.

"Your body takes me so good, and only after two fucks." His blue eyes filled with lust as he coveted me with his gaze.

Chills raced down my back, and I let myself go, flying off the cliff of pleasure again. It was much better than any other cliff I'd stood before lately.

"Why weren't we doing this years ago?" I whispered and dug my fingers into his neck, realizing how callous my words were as he slowed his thrusts. "I'm sorry."

"No. It's okay. I wanted to, Elizabeth. I'm just not that guy." He pressed me to the glass, tucking his cock fully inside of me as my body contracted around him. I worked to slow down before the next orgasm hit me. "I don't cheat. I love one woman. That's who I am."

He brushed my hair back as tears blurred my gaze. "Put me down. I'll suck you off, but I don't want this anymore."

A laugh left him, surprising me. "No. You don't have to love me back. I'm not ready to say I'm good with loving you yet either, but I've wanted you since the first day I saw you."

"Just an object to fuck." I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around his neck, lifting up and dropping back down to impale myself on him. We both groaned deeply.

"No, baby. A strong woman with far more to offer than even she knows." He gripped my ass and toted me to the couch before sitting down and leaning back. "Work me. Take all the pleasure you can, but don't hide from me. Fuck me like you want to. Bleed those emotions out on my body. I'd do the same to you."

I took a sharp breath and pressed my hands into his taut flesh. The strong muscles of his chest and abs flexed under me and he lifted his hips and met me stroke for stroke. I rolled my hips and found the various angles where anything seemed possible, and pleasure was intense.

He touched the side of my face. "Open your eyes. I want you to see who you're with."

I nodded, not wanting to, but needing to keep the rhythm of our sex. I was so close to something amazing, and I was greedy enough to take it for myself.

The look on his handsome face was one of resolution. He was after me, and wouldn't be giving up soon.

"You like what you see?" he grumbled as his free hand palmed my breast, tugging and playing with it before showing the same attention to the other.

"I love it." I licked at my mouth and sat up, leaning back and pressing my hands on his legs as I dropped my head back and lifted myself off his thick shaft, massaging his head and sliding back down him. That I could take that much dick was shocking, but so deliciously good.

His thumb rolled over my clit, and I cried out.

"I want to tie you up next time. No chairs or rules. Just tie your pretty hands and feet to the bed and force you into submission until you realize something, Elizabeth." His voice was so deep. It played with me, beckoned me to give in. To give up.

"Realize what?" I sat up and dug my nails into his thighs as he pumped his hips and took over control of our pace. The sound of his flesh popping in and out of mine, the smell of our lust, the way he watched me... it was all too much.

"That you can trust me. Give me access to you." His hand slid up my chest, between my bouncing breasts and cupped the base of my throat. "Give me something."

"No. Fuck you." I cried out loudly as my orgasm slammed into me.

Nate never let up. Never stopped fucking me. He even picked up his thrusts to be harder and deeper as the world exploded around me. Every ounce of hurt would come crashing down later that night, but for now... I was his. Nothing more. Nothing less.

*

I laid beside him on the couch, neither of us touching the other, but sitting reclined, panting like hell. Three hours later, we'd forced each other to ride more highs than either of us could count.

"You're going to be the death of me. I couldn't even be in a room with you without getting a raging hard-on. Now what? Shit. I know how good you feel, how delicious you taste." He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed softly. "I want more and yet I can't fucking breathe."

I laughed and turned to look at him. "I know the feeling. I hated how much you turned me on the first few years I was here. Namely because I would never cheat with a married man. You were off limits, and yet I can't tell you the nights I fucked myself so hard with your name on my tongue."

"Shit, Liz." His voice pinched as he grunted. "Don't tell me that. It makes it worse."

"What are you going to do about everything?" I didn't want to know, but I needed to. I was preparing for another dark time in my life. Was I willing to let him into that?

It depended. On a lot of things, but firstly on what he planned to do about Janice.

"I'm going back to my mom's place tonight, unless you invite me to come home to your bed with you." He wagged his eyebrows, softening me in ways that I didn't want.

"I wish. I have a few more things I have to take care of tonight, or I would." My fingers shook as I reached out and touched the side of his face. "I can't let you in. I want to, but I can't right now. Forgive me."

"Nothing to forgive, baby." He moved closer, but didn't wrap his arms around me. He intertwined our fingers together and lifted our conjoined hands as if studying them. "You have some healing to do, just like I do. I think we could do it quicker together, but I'm up for whatever you want. I just don't want the door to close. Not yet."

"I'm a bitch, Nate. A mean, cold-hearted bitch. I don't plan on changing that." I looked over at him as a sob lifted in my chest.

"No, you play one well, but that's not you. I'm not ignorant. I'm watching closely, and the woman underneath is the one I want access to. I'll hang out with the one on the surface until she trusts me enough to crack open the door just a little." He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. "Fair warning. The minute you do, I'm diving in deep. Come with me."

I pressed into the kiss before pulling him back on top of me for another round of fucking. There was nothing more left inside of me where conversation was concerned.

He made love to me like a starving man for the next hour. It was passionate and rough like I needed it.

Him doing so left me with one conclusion.

Though he wanted to make love, he denied himself.

Men only do that when they're in love.