you, it’s…” She had to break off when he changed the angle of his thrusts, rocking his hips just at the right…hell, hell, hell. Just there… Right there…
The hard slide of his cock against what had to be her G-spot stole what breath she could manage, and with the air locked in her lungs, the room spun wildly. She went with it, her hips gyrating in a frenzied need to grab for whatever place was available to her.
“Nathan…this…I…”
His response was a very male grunt each time he drove deep. He squeezed his eyes shut, his breath hot on her neck. She had time to dig her fingers into his hard ass before she was shot into orbit. Color and sensation flashed behind her closed eyelids and time seemed to be suspended. Only the orgasm seemed real. And Nathan, propelling her toward a place she’d never known before.
In the midst of it all, she felt his release. The burst of heat as his semen filled the condom and rippled against her tender intimate flesh only added to the sharp driving need for more. And more.
When the waves of sensation began to subside, she felt the final release through all the muscles of her body. Her eyelids fluttered open, and above her, Nathan gave one final thrust, his chest heaving, his skin slightly damp.
She released her grip on his backside and looked up at him. He stared down at her, and the oddest sensation rippled through her. His eyes were almost golden. Dark, burnished gold with only tiny flecks of the green remaining.
She blinked, but they were still golden. “Your eyes,” she muttered, bringing her hand up to stroke around the socket. “They’re—”
His stare turned hard, and he rolled off her. Bereft of his heat, of his weight, Erin felt reality set back in. This was exactly how it had always been with Justin. They had sex; he climaxed and rolled off her. He never held her, never asked if she was okay, if it had been good for her. He simply turned away and left. What was it about her that repelled men right after they’d fucked her?
Nathan sat on the edge of the bed. Erin had a moment to appreciate the wide expanse of his back, the broad shoulders and muscular upper arms. She wanted to reach out to him, to trace her fingers along the curve of his shoulder, the edge of his shoulder blades and the tattooed band around his upper arm. Then he glanced over his shoulder at her.
His eyes were emerald green again, but the suspicious look in them was like a slap to her. They’d just shared the most amazing sex, and now he was looking at her as if she had done something wrong?
To hell with that.
When he turned away and walked out of the bedroom, Erin scrambled up. She reached into the wardrobe for her toweling robe and wrapped it around her. She wasn’t going through this again. She wasn’t going to be made to feel like she didn’t matter. Men didn’t get to use her, and they didn’t get to treat her like she was nothing.
Why had she thought Nathan was different? More bloody fool her. She should have remembered how he’d treated Caroline on the night of Naomi’s hen party. He was the same as all imperious, arrogant men. They thought they had a right to treat women exactly how they wanted. Or rather women like her. She couldn’t imagine Caleb or Tynan treating Talia and Naomi with anything other than absolute respect and consideration. Her friends wouldn’t allow it for one, and their two men were so possessive and protective they wouldn’t do it anyway.
It was her. Had to be. Was there some quality inherent in her that allowed men to treat her so flippantly?
She pulled the robe right around her upper body and paced the room. She needed to make Nathan think it was perfectly normal for her to expect the man to leave after sex. And this was really what she’d wanted anyway. Temporary. One night only.
Time to move on.
When she turned, Nathan walked back in. She pushed aside the fact that he took her breath away, that the sheer physical impact of him in all his
The hard slide of his cock against what had to be her G-spot stole what breath she could manage, and with the air locked in her lungs, the room spun wildly. She went with it, her hips gyrating in a frenzied need to grab for whatever place was available to her.
“Nathan…this…I…”
His response was a very male grunt each time he drove deep. He squeezed his eyes shut, his breath hot on her neck. She had time to dig her fingers into his hard ass before she was shot into orbit. Color and sensation flashed behind her closed eyelids and time seemed to be suspended. Only the orgasm seemed real. And Nathan, propelling her toward a place she’d never known before.
In the midst of it all, she felt his release. The burst of heat as his semen filled the condom and rippled against her tender intimate flesh only added to the sharp driving need for more. And more.
When the waves of sensation began to subside, she felt the final release through all the muscles of her body. Her eyelids fluttered open, and above her, Nathan gave one final thrust, his chest heaving, his skin slightly damp.
She released her grip on his backside and looked up at him. He stared down at her, and the oddest sensation rippled through her. His eyes were almost golden. Dark, burnished gold with only tiny flecks of the green remaining.
She blinked, but they were still golden. “Your eyes,” she muttered, bringing her hand up to stroke around the socket. “They’re—”
His stare turned hard, and he rolled off her. Bereft of his heat, of his weight, Erin felt reality set back in. This was exactly how it had always been with Justin. They had sex; he climaxed and rolled off her. He never held her, never asked if she was okay, if it had been good for her. He simply turned away and left. What was it about her that repelled men right after they’d fucked her?
Nathan sat on the edge of the bed. Erin had a moment to appreciate the wide expanse of his back, the broad shoulders and muscular upper arms. She wanted to reach out to him, to trace her fingers along the curve of his shoulder, the edge of his shoulder blades and the tattooed band around his upper arm. Then he glanced over his shoulder at her.
His eyes were emerald green again, but the suspicious look in them was like a slap to her. They’d just shared the most amazing sex, and now he was looking at her as if she had done something wrong?
To hell with that.
When he turned away and walked out of the bedroom, Erin scrambled up. She reached into the wardrobe for her toweling robe and wrapped it around her. She wasn’t going through this again. She wasn’t going to be made to feel like she didn’t matter. Men didn’t get to use her, and they didn’t get to treat her like she was nothing.
Why had she thought Nathan was different? More bloody fool her. She should have remembered how he’d treated Caroline on the night of Naomi’s hen party. He was the same as all imperious, arrogant men. They thought they had a right to treat women exactly how they wanted. Or rather women like her. She couldn’t imagine Caleb or Tynan treating Talia and Naomi with anything other than absolute respect and consideration. Her friends wouldn’t allow it for one, and their two men were so possessive and protective they wouldn’t do it anyway.
It was her. Had to be. Was there some quality inherent in her that allowed men to treat her so flippantly?
She pulled the robe right around her upper body and paced the room. She needed to make Nathan think it was perfectly normal for her to expect the man to leave after sex. And this was really what she’d wanted anyway. Temporary. One night only.
Time to move on.
When she turned, Nathan walked back in. She pushed aside the fact that he took her breath away, that the sheer physical impact of him in all his
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