mine.
‘To keep things low key, I’ve decided I
need to stake my claim,’ his arms pull me closer until his mouth is almost at
my neck.
I glance down, ‘stake your claim?’
‘Yep!’ His eyes are soft and playful.
‘I’m not a possession, Nate,’ I remind
him.
‘Yeah, see we disagree there, do you know
how many of the guys in the station want to fuck you?’ He asks, seriously.
I push against his shoulders for him to
release me, but he doesn’t budge.
‘I heard them talking about how they want
those long, lean legs of yours wrapped around their shoulders while they taste
you,’ he whispers, huskily. My body immediately responds to his smooth,
seductive tone. I glance down at his lips, aching for them to touch
mine. ‘I want to pummel their faces for talking about my woman in that
manner, but with the former plan, that isn’t possible. I am changing the plan;
everyone needs to know you belong to me, Sophie.’
‘Nate,’ I whisper.
‘Kiss me,’ he demands.
‘Not here,’ I breathe.
‘Here,’ he commands me, his palm moving
over my backside and down until it reaches bare skin. His thumb strokes
gently on the outside of my thigh, my sex clenches and my breathing
hitches. That’s all it takes, one stroke and I am putty in his hands.
‘Now, Sophie,’ he whispers.
I cup his jaw, my thumb brushing the
stubble on his chin, ‘I want this on my thighs,’ I mumble, as my lips touch
his. I don’t know whether there is anyone that is the least bit
interested in Nate or me, but I do know right then I would have fucked him on
the counter top with them watching. I dart my tongue out to trace a line
across his bottom lip before nibbling gently. I feel a hiss of his breath
exhale from his lips as he opens up and accepts everything I have to offer.
Our tongues tangle, my hand forks his hair and brings him deeper into me.
How long the kiss lasts, I haven’t a
clue? All I do know is that is wasn’t me that slowed it down to a soft
butterfly kiss on my lips.
‘Jesus fuck,’ Nate growls against my lips.
‘You two gonna eat this, or each other?’
Ellie calls, from the other side of the counter.
I glance up, disorientated by the depth
of desire in that one kiss, into the amused expression of Nate’s sister.
‘Err,’ I mumble.
‘Heat it up please, El,’ Nate responds. ‘Sit
down, Sophie,’ he instructs.
Ellie swoops both of our plates away to
reheat, while I self-consciously glance around at the watching patrons.
‘Oh my god,’ I whisper as I take a seat and sip on my Diet Pepsi and hear Nate
chuckle.
When Ellie returns, she has a grin as big
as a Cheshire cat as she provides me a wink. I roll my eyes in her direction
and pick up my cutlery.
‘Our first date,’ Nate mutters.
‘What?’ I keep my eyes diverted to my
plate.
‘This, our first date,’ I turn to his
statement, to watch him push a forkful of meatloaf into his mouth and chew, his
blue eyes rising to mine.
‘Apart from the twelve hours of fucking,
you mean?’ I whisper.
He grins, ‘still, this is our first
date.’
‘Okay,’ I lift a fork of pasta into my
mouth. ‘You remembered I’m going home, right?’
‘Not anytime soon,’ he states as if it’s
his decision.
‘I have been contemplating flying home
this weekend,’ I update him, quietly.
I feel him tense, beside me, ‘you’re not
going home this weekend, London,’ he announces.
‘That isn’t your decision, Nate,’ I turn
to him, staring him down.
He chuckles, ‘babe, you know that don’t
work,’ he continues his meal.
Fury flows through me, ‘well, maybe you
will wake up, and I’ll already be gone,’ I notify him, sulkily.
‘Not gonna happen, London,’ he takes a
gulp of water from the bottle Ellie had placed before him. He turns, his
finger and a thumb holding my chin up to his face, ‘know how I know that isn’t gonna
happen?’ I say nothing. ‘Because baby, when you wake, I’ll be lying
‘To keep things low key, I’ve decided I
need to stake my claim,’ his arms pull me closer until his mouth is almost at
my neck.
I glance down, ‘stake your claim?’
‘Yep!’ His eyes are soft and playful.
‘I’m not a possession, Nate,’ I remind
him.
‘Yeah, see we disagree there, do you know
how many of the guys in the station want to fuck you?’ He asks, seriously.
I push against his shoulders for him to
release me, but he doesn’t budge.
‘I heard them talking about how they want
those long, lean legs of yours wrapped around their shoulders while they taste
you,’ he whispers, huskily. My body immediately responds to his smooth,
seductive tone. I glance down at his lips, aching for them to touch
mine. ‘I want to pummel their faces for talking about my woman in that
manner, but with the former plan, that isn’t possible. I am changing the plan;
everyone needs to know you belong to me, Sophie.’
‘Nate,’ I whisper.
‘Kiss me,’ he demands.
‘Not here,’ I breathe.
‘Here,’ he commands me, his palm moving
over my backside and down until it reaches bare skin. His thumb strokes
gently on the outside of my thigh, my sex clenches and my breathing
hitches. That’s all it takes, one stroke and I am putty in his hands.
‘Now, Sophie,’ he whispers.
I cup his jaw, my thumb brushing the
stubble on his chin, ‘I want this on my thighs,’ I mumble, as my lips touch
his. I don’t know whether there is anyone that is the least bit
interested in Nate or me, but I do know right then I would have fucked him on
the counter top with them watching. I dart my tongue out to trace a line
across his bottom lip before nibbling gently. I feel a hiss of his breath
exhale from his lips as he opens up and accepts everything I have to offer.
Our tongues tangle, my hand forks his hair and brings him deeper into me.
How long the kiss lasts, I haven’t a
clue? All I do know is that is wasn’t me that slowed it down to a soft
butterfly kiss on my lips.
‘Jesus fuck,’ Nate growls against my lips.
‘You two gonna eat this, or each other?’
Ellie calls, from the other side of the counter.
I glance up, disorientated by the depth
of desire in that one kiss, into the amused expression of Nate’s sister.
‘Err,’ I mumble.
‘Heat it up please, El,’ Nate responds. ‘Sit
down, Sophie,’ he instructs.
Ellie swoops both of our plates away to
reheat, while I self-consciously glance around at the watching patrons.
‘Oh my god,’ I whisper as I take a seat and sip on my Diet Pepsi and hear Nate
chuckle.
When Ellie returns, she has a grin as big
as a Cheshire cat as she provides me a wink. I roll my eyes in her direction
and pick up my cutlery.
‘Our first date,’ Nate mutters.
‘What?’ I keep my eyes diverted to my
plate.
‘This, our first date,’ I turn to his
statement, to watch him push a forkful of meatloaf into his mouth and chew, his
blue eyes rising to mine.
‘Apart from the twelve hours of fucking,
you mean?’ I whisper.
He grins, ‘still, this is our first
date.’
‘Okay,’ I lift a fork of pasta into my
mouth. ‘You remembered I’m going home, right?’
‘Not anytime soon,’ he states as if it’s
his decision.
‘I have been contemplating flying home
this weekend,’ I update him, quietly.
I feel him tense, beside me, ‘you’re not
going home this weekend, London,’ he announces.
‘That isn’t your decision, Nate,’ I turn
to him, staring him down.
He chuckles, ‘babe, you know that don’t
work,’ he continues his meal.
Fury flows through me, ‘well, maybe you
will wake up, and I’ll already be gone,’ I notify him, sulkily.
‘Not gonna happen, London,’ he takes a
gulp of water from the bottle Ellie had placed before him. He turns, his
finger and a thumb holding my chin up to his face, ‘know how I know that isn’t gonna
happen?’ I say nothing. ‘Because baby, when you wake, I’ll be lying
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