Come Find Me by Natalie Dae Page A

pulled her closer and pressed his hard cock against her mound. Snaking
one hand between them, Dan inched up her skirt, his touch trailing toward her cunt.
Fingers easing her panties aside, he rubbed her clit, his kiss growing
insistent, demanding.
     
    Kat allowed the fantasy to progress, accepting the
inevitable—her hand searching between her legs. She dipped her fingers inside
her cunt, coating them with her juices, then slid them over her clit. Her hips
jolted, her bud sensitive, and she pleasured herself, imagining Dan’s fingers
in place of her own. Nipples aching, she took one between finger and thumb,
rolling it, pinching it until shocks of pleasure-pain radiated from there.
Working faster on her clit, she reached for the peak, letting the heady
sensations wash over her. She cried out, eyes bunched tight, and bit her lip.
    As her orgasm receded, tears of frustration burned her eyes.
Dan wasn’t here. He hadn’t made her come and, damn it, she wanted him so badly.
Her cunt still ached, her satisfaction incomplete. Kat lightly swirled her
fingertip over her clit, testing whether she could bring herself to a second
shot of pleasure, toying with her other nipple to spur it on. Her breathing
quickened and she rubbed hard and fast, seeing Dan in her mind’s eye, smelling
him, needing him.
    A loud rap at the door had her springing upright, hand
stilled on her clit, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. The sheet
fell to her waist and she scrambled off the bed, grabbing her dressing gown and
slipping into it. At the door she hesitated, calming herself, exhaling through
pursed lips and fanning her face with her hand.
    “Who is it?”
    “Room service, ma’am.”
    Room service? “But I didn’t order any.”
    “Whether you did or didn’t, I had orders to bring this up,
ma’am. I’ll just check I have the right room.”
    Kat frowned while she waited, but when he came back saying
the order was for her, she unlocked the door and eased it ajar to peek through
the gap. A young guy in hotel uniform, brown hair slicked back with gel, stood
behind a food trolley. Two silver domes, a pot of coffee, a cup, creamer and a
sugar bowl rested on top. He smiled and nodded, cocking his head as though to ask
for her permission to enter the room. Kat stepped back and swung the door wide,
conscious he might smell the scent of her juices on the air. Her blush stung
her cheeks and she lowered her gaze while he pushed the trolley inside.
    Winking, he said, “There you go, ma’am.”
    She glanced at his name tag. “Thank you, Jack.” What else
could she say? It was obvious he didn’t know where the order had come from, and
if a breakfast she fancied filled the plates under those domes, who was she to
argue?
    Jack gave a slight bow and left the room, closing the door
behind him. Kat pushed the trolley to the bed and sat on the edge, lifting one
of the domes. Crispy bacon rashers and scrambled eggs on toast lay beneath. Her
stomach growled at the smell of the food and she unrolled a knife and fork from
their napkin encasement. Hungry now, she cleared the plate then poured a
coffee, the rich aroma bringing memories of Dan and work as they chatted on
their breaks.
    What was he doing now? He’d told her once he spent Saturdays
working at his father’s carpentry shop, a profession he’d toyed with but didn’t
have the passion for. Numbers had been his thing, hence his being one of the
top accountants at work. And god was she glad making furniture didn’t appeal.
She’d never have met him otherwise. Or would she? Didn’t fate have a hand in
life? Didn’t it direct people where to go?
    Kat sipped the brew, once again staring out the window. If
she’d allowed Dan to join her they could have walked to those mountains. Maybe
climbed one and stared back at this majestic hotel with its Tudor-style façade
and luscious grounds. But she hadn’t and she’d just have to deal with it—a week
away from him that promised to drag on