With Me in Seattle Bundle One (79 page)

“You are so sexy, Julianne.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs. “You’re not so bad yourself, ace.”

I smile at her silly nickname for me, then kiss her soft neck. “Come on, let’s eat.”

“Okay.”

We pile our plates full of delicious-smelling pasta and white sauce, salad and bread, and I open a bottle of her favorite champagne.

“Wow, you went all-out.”

“Wait till you see what’s for dessert,” I respond.

“Chocolate cheesecake?” she asks with a grin.

“You guessed it,” I respond. You so did not guess it, baby.

Goddamn it, I’m nervous. I’m thankful that my hands are steady as I pour the pink champagne into flutes, and we sit at the table to eat.

“To you.” I hold my glass in the air, and she follows suit. “The most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I’ll drink to that.” She winks and sips her champagne, and I can’t help but chuckle at her.

When our food is consumed, Jules jumps up and kisses me square on the mouth, and before I can grab on to her and pull her on my lap, she draws back, flashes me that sexy grin, and says, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

She leaves out the front door with her keys in hand, and then returns less than thirty seconds later with a large black box in her arms.

“What the hell is that?” I ask.

“Your birthday present,” she responds with a grin.

“Baby, you didn’t have to give me anything.”

Just please don’t say no. That’s the only gift I need.

“Uh, duh. Nate, it’s your birthday. Of course I got you a gift.” She clears our dinner plates and sets the box on the table before me. “Open it.”

I pull the lid off and peel back the silver tissue paper to find one framed photo resting on a photo album.

I pull the frame out and stare in awe at the photo. Jesus Christ, it’s her. It’s Julianne, but she’s not wearing any clothes. She’s lying on a bed, on her belly, and she’s smiling at me the way she does when she knows that I’m hot for her.

Fuck, I’m hot for her right now.

“Say something, ace.”

I look up into her uncertain eyes and grin. “You’re so damned beautiful.”

She smiles sweetly in relief, and I lean over to kiss her, wrapping a hand in her long, soft hair. She pulls back and whispers, “Open the album.”

There are pages and pages of her, in the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, wrapped up in a sheet, stark-ass naked, all in different poses. All sexy as hell.

I close the album and scoot my chair back and then pull her into my arms, her ass resting in my lap, and kiss the shit out of her. I run my fingers down her soft face, and over her breast, feeling the nipple harden as I play with it between my fingers. With a soft moan she stands, hikes her skirt up around her hips and straddles me.

“Right now, fast and hard, ace.” Her blue eyes are on fire with lust, and who the fuck am I to say no? She’s my every fantasy.

I rip her underwear in two and throw it on the floor as she smirks.

“I’ll buy you more next week.”

“Yes, you will.”

She unfastens my pants, and I yank them down around my thighs, and suddenly she’s on her knees, my dick in her sweet little hands, and her pink mouth is wrapped around it, sucking hard.

“Fuck, baby.” I gently grab her hair and guide her head up and down as she jacks me off with her fist. My balls tighten, and before she can make me come in her hot mouth, I yank her up by the shoulders, and she straddles me again, guiding me inside her, and all conscious thought evaporates.  All I can think about is pounding in and out of that sweet pussy.

“Oh, Nate, yes.” She throws her head back, and I kiss her neck as she rides me, thrusting up into her wet softness.

“Christ, you’re so wet, honey.”

“Mmm…” she moans, and her muscles tense around my shaft, and I can feel the orgasm building in her. She’s going to take me with her, and I start to move faster, cupping her ass in my hands and bringing her down on me harder.

“Oh, Nate, I’m gonna come, babe.”

God, I love hearing my name come out of her like that when I’m inside her. I look down to watch her, to watch
us
and see her red tattoo, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t make me even hotter.

“Come for me, my love,” I whisper to her and watch in awe as she bites her bottom lip, clenches her eyes shut, and grips on to my hair as she explodes around me, grinding down so hard on me that it almost hurts, and I feel my own climax take me as I still, pushed all the way inside her heat, and spill myself inside of her.

She collapses onto me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and face buried in my neck, breathing hard.

“Happy birthday,” she murmurs, and I laugh.

“God, honey, you’re amazing.”

She’s so fucking amazing.

“I take it you like the pictures?” She leans back and grins down at me.

“I love them. Natalie?”

“Yeah, Nat took them.”

“Remind me to thank her, too.”

“I hope you just send her a thank-you card or something, rather than thank her this way.”

“Um, yeah, that sounds like a good plan.” I brush her hair off her cheek and pull her down for another kiss. “I have something else for you,” I whisper against her lips.

“You do?”

“Yes, come on.” I lift her off me and tuck my dick back in my pants, while she shimmies her skirt back down, and open the back door.

“I’m not wearing any shoes.”

“Here.” I lift her easily, and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

When we get down to the gazebo, I nod my head in satisfaction. It’s decorated exactly the way it was the first time I brought her here, when I gave her Mom’s necklace.

“Oh, Nate, this is beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it.” I pour her another glass of champagne from the bottle the catering company left down here, and we settle on the plush couch.

“Julianne.” I take her hand in mine, and the nerves are back. Fuck. I take a long pull off the champagne.

She’s looking at me curiously, her head cocked. “Nate, it’s okay.”

My eyes dart to hers, and my stomach immediately settles. That song she loves,
I Won’t Give Up,
starts to play through the speakers, and I know. This is my moment.

I clear my throat and look down at our linked hands, and then back up into her perfectly blue eyes, searching for the words I’ve practiced every day in my head for the past two months.

“I love you, Julianne. I’ve loved you for a long time. You and I are a team, in every way. You amaze me with your strength, with your kindness, and the love you show everyone around you, including me.” Tears leak out the sides of her eyes, and I reach over to catch them with my fingertips.

“Don’t cry, baby,” I whisper.  I can’t stand it when she cries.  “Jules, we
were
meant to be. I knew it the minute I first saw you.” I kneel before her and pull the red Cartier box out of my pocket and open it so she can see the vintage-style diamond engagement ring I picked out for her a month ago.

More tears fall out of her wide eyes as she stares down at it and then back up at me in awe and surprise and love, and I don’t need to search for the words anymore.

“Marry me, Julianne. Share my life with me. Be mine for the rest of my life.”

Her lips tremble before they spread into a wide smile, and she launches herself into my arms, holding me tightly around the neck, her face buried against me.

“Honey, I need to hear the words,” I murmur with a chuckle.

“Yes.” She pulls back and holds my face in her hands, looking deeply into my eyes. “Yes, Nate, I’ll marry you.”

I rest my forehead on hers and breathe a long sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “Can I put this on you now?”

“Hell yes, ace.” She laughs and wipes her tears away as I slide the ring on her tiny finger. She holds it up and admires it. “You did good, babe.”

“I’m so glad you approve,” I reply drily.

“I do.” She smiles sweetly at me, and my gut clenches in love and lust, and she hugs me tightly again. “I love you, Nate.”

“I love you, too, Julianne.”

“Did you say something about chocolate cheesecake?”

THE END

Note from the Author:

I hope you enjoyed Nate and Jules’ story. Nate McKenna has been, and continues to be, one of the most beloved of my characters by my readers, and as such, I had many requests to write the prologue from Nate’s point of view.

So I did.

Here is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it!

Nate’s Prologue

Summer

I grip her round ass and lift her against the wall of the hallway outside my bedroom. I can’t wait another minute to feel her sexy, long legs wrapped around my waist. Julianne wraps her arms and legs around me and holds on tight as I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.

God, she smells good. She’s all vanilla and clean sunshine, and she’s just so fucking sweet.

She pulls my hair out of the tie and pushes her fingers through it as I lean back to just look down into her bright, lust-filled blue eyes.

Fuck me, she’s beautiful.

She’s panting and clinging to me, and I rock my pelvis against hers, reveling in how hot her center is, even through my slacks. She offers me a sassy little smile. God, I love her smart attitude.

“Do you know how beautiful you are, Julianne?” I whisper against her lips. I can’t get enough of her lips. Soft and perfect, I nibble them again, and when she rocks those hips, pushing herself against my cock, I can’t take it any longer.

“I need you naked, now.” And I do. I lift her easily and carry her into the bedroom, not bothering to stop and turn on the light. If I’m not inside her, now, my dick will explode.

We make quick work of our clothes, pulling at each other, stripping the offensive fabric away and flinging it all about the room until we’re naked, and now I have unfettered access to her gorgeous, slim body. I can’t stop touching her soft skin, her firm breasts, her sides, her back.

I can’t fucking believe she’s here, finally. She’s my every fantasy.

I push my fingers into her amazing blond hair and pull her lips to mine, kissing the shit out of her. Jesus, her lips are incredible, and if I don’t slow this down, I’m going to make a fool of myself before I even get her on the bed.

I lift her, cradling her in my arms, and lay her gently on my bed.

Licking and kissing my way up her body, I cover her, settle my pelvis between her legs, and return to kissing those amazing lips. Her hands are all over me, running up and down my torso, my shoulders, my arms.

I love how eager she is to touch me, and I kick myself in the ass for not turning the light on. I’d love to look into those baby blues and watch her response to me. Watch her eyes go wide as I sink inside her. Watch her legs tremble when my mouth is on her.

I can’t stop touching her hair, brushing it off her face, as I kiss her tenderly and let her run those small hands over me, exploring my body. God, she makes me fucking crazy.

Finally, I lean on my elbow at the side of her head and run my fingers down her face, her neck, and finally to her breast, and tease the nipple in my fingertips. It pebbles up, and I have to taste it, pull on it with my teeth, and kiss it again as my hand continues the journey down her flat stomach and to that sweet spot that I can’t wait to bury myself in.

Fuck, she’s so wet! I slip past her hard clit and plunge two fingers inside her warm, wet, tight-as-fuck pussy, and circle her clit with my thumb.

“Oh God!” Her back bows off the bed, and she pushes her pelvis against my hand. Damn, she’s so tight. There’s no way in hell she’s a virgin, but she’s also clearly not had sex in a while.

Thank Christ.

“Oh, you are so wet. And so fucking tight. How long has it been for you, honey?” Fuck, I’m going to hurt her. There’s no way around it. The only other option is to not make love to her, and that’s just not an option.

No fucking option at all.

I’ve waited too long to have her here with me, in my bed, and by God, I’m keeping her here.

She stills for a moment at my question, making me grin. “Longer than I care to think about.” She lifts her hips against my hand again, and I groan.

“Shit, I want you. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.” My lips find hers again, more demanding now. I can’t get enough of her. I need her like I need to breathe.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers.

Fuck yes, we should.

“Why not?” I whisper back and nibble over to her ear, teasing her earlobe with the tip of my tongue before I grip it firmly in my teeth, making her squirm against me.

“Because... Oh God, yes, right there.” Her hips are circling, pushing against my hand rhythmically, and she skims her hands down my back to my ass, pulling me to her, and I know that she wants me as desperately as I want her.

“You were saying?”

“We could both be fired. No-frat policy.”

“I don’t give a fuck about anyone’s policy right now.” I clench my lips around her other nipple, lick and lave it, and work my way down her amazing little body, teasing her navel with my tongue, and then I find her wet center, spread her thighs wider, plant a kiss on each soft thigh and then sink into her.

Fucking hell, she tastes good. She’s sweetness, and I know, right now, I will never, ever get my fill of her.

She is mine.

“Fuck!” She bucks her hips up off the bed, making me grin. I grip her hips tightly and hold her to me, then spread her legs farther apart, pull my fingers out of her and make love to her with my tongue, swirling and pushing around her clit and lips, and finally plunging deep inside her.

She grips my hair in her hands, and I briefly consider making her hold on to the headboard, but change my mind. She’s not ready for that yet.

Next time.

Her legs are starting to tremble, and she’s writhing and squirming against my mouth. God, I love how responsive she is.

I lick up to her clit and push my flat tongue against that tiny nub while I push a single finger inside her, hitting that little, rough spot, and send her into oblivion.