Wicked Intentions (15 page)

His soapy hand moved lower. “Wider.”

She opened up for him obediently and gasped when he touched her there. Their lips met as his fingers delved between her pussy lips. His mouth was warm and delicious but nothing compared to the errant finger toying with her clit. His thumb rotated over the pulsating nub driving her body and mind crazy. The sensations ricocheting through her body were balanced on that plane between pain and pleasure, heating her blood and causing her to shift needily against him.

She wasn’t the only one affected. His towering cock brushed against her stomach. Unsatisfied with just rubbing up against it, Shakira reached for his shaft. Nathan groaned when her palms circled him, and the sound encouraged her to draw her touch up and down the thick, long column of flesh.

He was so hot. So hard. So long. She wanted him inside her.

“Sssssss.” His mouth absorbed her hiss when he pushed one finger gently into her, sawing it in and out, one time, two times, three times. Her knees buckled when he fit in a second finger but he was there to catch her.

He cupped her buttocks and lifted her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him.

He plunged in.

She gave a keening cry as her as she clutched at him with her arms, legs and pussy. Her walls convulsed around the thick flesh easing into her body slowly but surely. He stretched her, teased her senses and seduced her with his body. She didn’t even realize he was moving until he had her propped against the glass door, her only goal to get him to start moving.

He slowly withdrew then pushed back into her in one hard long stroke. “Fuck,” His expletive filled the shower as she contracted her pussy muscles around him.

“Do that again,” he begged roughly as he started to withdraw again. When he pushed in again she repeated her actions. In. Out. In. Out. He stroked inside her with calm precision that belied his rugged breaths rasping over her throat. He lifted her with each hard rhythmic thrust sending her towards explosive release.

The shudders began then.

Her back arched and hips bucked as release racked her body.

Nathan began to move hard and faster, before with a savage growl he came inside her.

CHAPTER 17

“I’m sorry I didn’t use protection,” Nathan apologized as he sat on the bed watching Shakira comb her hair.

“Don’t worry about it.” Shakira squeezed out a dollop of lotion on her palm. She patted it into her hair before picking up the vivid purple dryer on the vanity table. Casting a smile at him through the mirror she said, “You’re not the only one who got carried away. I’ll just drop by the pharmacy later.”

He’d been so desperate for her that wrapping up hadn’t even crossed his mind and the sensations of being in her unencumbered were indescribable. He wasn’t even sure that he could go back to ‘that’ – not with how good raw had felt. Could he convince her to get on the pill?

Nathan should’ve been surprised that he was actually considering trusting a woman to take care of the birth control. That wasn’t something he would’ve done a year…no, three months ago. He was too suspicious of women and their motives to not be extremely careful when it came to protection. Everyone knew that pills weren’t a hundred percent guarantee anyway. But for some reason getting Shakira pregnant didn’t seem like the worst thing that could happen to him.

His eyes skimmed her towel clad back as he watched her dry her hair. He could already imagine her waist getting thicker with his baby. There was no doubt that Shakira would make a good mother. She was caring, loyal and stand-up woman – how could he have doubted her? He gave himself a mental shake. He’d been so blinded by anger that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice her pause in her actions until she turned down the electronic and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Why do you ask?”

She turned in the seat to fully face him. Tilting her head slightly, she frowned. “I don’t know you’ve just been behaving kind of odd.”

Nathan’s heart lurched and he paled. “Odd how?”

“Guilty odd.” She was frowning more definitely now. “Do you need to tell me something?”

“Something like what? There’s nothing to tell.” His words rushed out eager to cover his sudden anxiety. “I mean I don’t have anything to tell you.”

“You’re stuttering.” Her eyes narrowed to shards.

“I’m not stuttering,” he denied even though they both knew his ass was burning in the hot seat she’d just placed him in.

Please don’t ask any more questions
.
Please don’t ask any more questions
.

“Mm hmm.” She gave him another doubtful look as she skimmed what he hoped was his blasé expression. With another, “mm hmm”, she turned back to the mirror and switched on the dryer again.

Shit.
Shakira was definitely suspicious of him. Did she know something or was she just reaching into the haystack and hoping she came up with a needle? No, there was no possible way she knew. Apart from him, the only other person who knew the extent of his sins was Randall and he would never talk. Eager to erase her doubts, Nathan stood. Adjusting his towel on his waist he made his way towards her.

Her brown eyes met his in the mirror when he stood behind her and she eased the dryer into a low hum as she asked, “Whaddup?”

“Let me help you with that,” he said trying to tag the dryer from her hand. Shakira held onto it tightly.

“Uh uh.” She shook her head, the thick curls of her hair bouncing with the movement. “Do you even know how to use this?”

“It can’t be that hard.” He teased, “I mean you’re doing it.”

“Boy.” She kissed her teeth, and slapped his thigh before she let go of the dryer. “I swear if you burn me.”

It was not as easy as he thought. The thick curls were tangled and in an effort to disentangle them, he ended up pulling too hard.

“Ow,” Shakira cried out as she ducked her head downwards to escape him. “Nathan!”

He grimaced. “Did I hurt you?”

“What’d you think?” She snatched the gadget from him. “Go away.”

Bereft, he skulked back to the bed, plopped on it on his back and closed his eyes. The whirring sounds of Shakira working her hair filled the bedroom. After a while – a long while – there was silence. Nathan didn’t open his eyes when he felt the bed dip beside him or when he felt Shakira hovering over him.

“Is baby sulking?” she asked. He ignored her. “Nathan.” Her lips touched his forehead, then the tip of his nose. “Naaaaathan.” Kisses on his cheeks, his jaw, the side of his lips.

“Go away,” he mumbled even though that was the last thing he wanted.

“No.” She pressed her lips to his then licked the seam of his mouth. It was enough to get him to open his mouth for a deeper kiss expecting her to take advantage. Instead, the air moved above him then suddenly it was empty. His eyes snapped open only for him to find Shakira standing at the edge of the bed grinning.

“You tease!” He lurched off the bed to grab her but she took off giggling.

She didn’t get far. He ambushed her in the hallway, bracketing her against the wall with his hands beside her head and his body holding hers hostage. So close to him, her womanly scent teased and tempted him.

“Think you can just tease your man like that, don’t you?” He bent his head to press his lips to hers but just as he was about to, she turned her head to the side.

“No,” She said, but then let her eyes fall to his hard cock pressed against her stomach. She bit her lip.

“No?” he cocked an eyebrow as he let one hand fall from beside her head. She didn’t protest when he fit it beneath the hem of her towel and inched upwards. She was already wet. He flicked at her clit. “You bad, bad girl.”

“Ah.” Shakira arched her back, pressing her head against the wall as her eyes widened in pleasure. He loved watching her react to his touch. He toyed with her, strumming her nub, rubbing her wetness around before dipping one finger into her pussy.

Her response was priceless. Her eyelids fell, her mouth opened in a soundless scream and she hiked her leg on his thigh. Her walls grasped around his digit like a warm moist glove urging him to fit another finger in. And he did. By the time he started fucking her with his fingers, Shakira was delirious. Her fingers sifted through his hair desperately as she tucked her head into his throat. Her breath came in shallow mewls in time to the movement of his fingers inside her.

There was nothing more he wanted than to lift her against the wall and plunge his cock into her. He could already imagine her warm sheathe clasping him deep into her and sucking him. But this was meant to be a lesson. So just when her moans got louder and he knew she was about to come, he stopped.

“Nathan,” she protested as her eyes snapped open.

“Uh uh.” He shook his head as he dipped his fingers still coated with her honey into his mouth. God, he loved her tasted. Why was he refusing her again? Oh yeah. “Don’t tease me if you can’t handle it yourself.”

“No,” she complained as he disentangled her arms from around his neck. “Please.”

“Nope.” He shook his head despite the fact that her tempting breasts were rubbing up against his chest and the knot above them looked loose enough that one tug and he’d be able to get a nice view.
Stay strong, Nathan
. He repeated, “No.”

“Are you serious?” Her eyebrows knotted together in anger before she slapped him on the chest and shoved him away.“Fine. I didn’t want your ass anyway.”

“Lies,” he called after her as she started towards the room and he stalked her.

Her response was to flip him the bird.

He chuckled, shaking his head as unbidden, the words rushed out. “Damn, I love you.”

He stuttered in his steps. What had he just said?
I love you
. What the hell? Thankfully, it seemed Shakira hadn’t heard his words because she entered the bedroom leaving him rooted in the hallway.
I love you
. Was his mouth playing with his subconscious or was it ahead of the game? Could he be in love with Shakira?

Nathan had no idea what it felt like to be in love with someone considering he’d never been inclined to let anyone get that close to him. But the tenderness and protectiveness he felt for Shakira told him that there was definitely something there.
Love?

Before he could fully process his thoughts, Shakira peeped from the doorway of the bedroom and brandished his cell-phone. “Baby, phone.”

Shoving his confused thoughts and feelings to the back-burner, he strode forward. After handing him the phone, she walked back into the bedroom. He followed her in while swiping his phone then pressing it to his ear. “Hollis.”

“Nathaniel, why haven’t you called Miguel?” His mother’s clipped tones filled his ear. “How is he supposed to prepare your room if he doesn’t even know what time you’re getting in?”

“Goodbye, Mother!” He cut the phone-call before she could get another word in. It was too damn early in the morning to deal with her.

“Did you just hang up on your mother?” Shakira stared at him in open mouthed fascination.

“Yeah!” He tossed his phone on the bed.

“How?”

“What do you mean how?”

“How do you hang up on your mother?” She looked genuinely interested as she unknotted her towel. His heart picked up its rate when she let it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. The naked body revealed underneath temporarily incapacitated Nathan’s vocal muscles.

He had to clear his throat before saying, “It’s easy. You just press the end call button.”

“I wish I had your balls.” She shook her head as she made her way to the vanity table and reached for the bottle of lotion. “Eve would get on a plane and come slap the taste out of my mouth if I ever hang up on her.”

“You’re too old for your mother to be slapping you anywhere,” Nathan said distracted by her hands seductively skimming over her silky limbs and chocolate skin.

“I’m not that old,” Shakira was all business as she lotioned up. His position gave him the perfect view of her apple bottom and glimpses of her pert breasts and toned stomach. It was enough to make his dick hard and begging for her attention. She bent forward to spread some lotion on her leg. “And she’s still my mother.” Her bending had the effect of giving him a sneak peak of her pussy.

All right that was too much. Nathan started moving even before he realized he was doing it. He came up behind her, the jasmine scent of her lotion immediately imbuing his senses.

The moment she felt the naked warmth of his chest on her back, her gaze met his in the mirror and she straightened up. Her tone was dismissive as she said, “Uh, uh. You missed that train, buddy.”

In a bid to distract her, he said, “At least your mother isn’t forcing you to go to her wedding.”

“Yet.” Shakira scoffed. “I bet you in about a week she’ll call me to say they’re in Vegas.”

“She’d do that?” Nathan snaked his arm around her waist, subtly rubbing his still towel clad dick on her ass.

“You have no idea.” Shakira returned his subtle grind with a slow wind of her own hips, but slapped his hand away when he tried to cup his breast. She added, “And then in seventeen hours she’ll probably ask for a divorce and half his money.”

Nathan had to chuckle at that. Eve was something else. But right now she wasn’t the woman on his mind or in his arms. His hand crawled up Shakira’s body again and this time she let him mold his palm over her breast.

Voice hushed, she said, “I think you should go to the wedding.”

Distracted by the bounty in his hands, he asked, “What?”

Shakira took a sharp gasp of breath when he flicked her tight nipple. When she spoke again, there was a tremor in her voice. “I think you should go to the wedding.”

“Nah.” He punctuated his words with a nip on her earlobe. While the fingers on her breast continued to taunt her aching tip, he slid his other hand lower down her body.

“I mean aren’t you curious abou…..ooh.” She tensed when he cupped her heated mound. “Naaathan.”

“Yes?” He tapped her thighs urging her to widen up for him. She did. Fitting himself harder against her ass, he rubbed his fingers over her pussy lips. She was already wetter than a faucet,

“Aren…aren’t…you…you curious about…’bout…ooh Lord,” she whimpered as her fingers clasped around his wrist tightly.”Ooh….sss…Baby, right there.”

Her juices coated his fingers as he teased, around, forward, backward, flicking, plucking; he had her dancing on his fingers in less than five minutes. He’d even forgotten what they were talking about but apparently Shakira was determined to continue the conversation. “D…don’t..you want t…t…to…know…why she wants…wants you the…there?”

“Who?” He pushed a finger into her tight warmth.

“Naaathan?” He didn’t know whether her cry was in protest over his distracting her or a plea for more. He went with the latter, withdrawing his finger then pushing it in again.

“Shit.” Shakira set her hands on the vanity table and spread her legs wider. He couldn’t believe how hot and tight she was. Her walls clasped onto his finger like a well-fitted glove.

“What were you saying?” he asked pressing a kiss on the back of her neck.

“Should go…mother’s wedding,” she stuttered the words as her body bore down on the finger playing a tune in her and to grind her ass harder on his dick. Finally unable to bear the teasing anymore, he let his own towel drop.