No Strings Attached

Chapter Twenty Four

"Nate," she choked out, "Don't."

"When I touch you," he was whispering against the shell of her ear seductively, and suddenly the jealousy that had been rolling through her blood turned to something that was substantially more heated, "It's like my skin hums an approval, and it feels like electricity. Nobody compares to that."

His fingers dipped beneath the hem of the oversized t shirt that she'd thrown on to stumble out of bed - pleasantly surprised, and yet fiercely jealous that she'd worn nothing beneath it the entire time that Franchetti and Antonio had been in the same room as her. He tapped her inner thigh lightly, before moving his trail up towards her folds when she widened her stance for him.

"Like last night, seeing your body laid out for me, when you let me touch you - it's as though no other woman ever has or ever could exist for me. I love you, and I have done since the day I laid eyes on you. And it's an all consuming, I'm empty without you kind of love ... don't ever be jealous of some mindless fuck that I had when I was too broken to care who the other person was."

Her hands gripped and slipped over the hard granite as she tried to hold onto the edge of it - his fingers running over her highly sensitized flesh, the tiny bundle of nerves at her core clamouring for his attention.

"Nate! I'm ... I just don't ..." she couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone respond to his heartfelt words, and she groaned as she threw her head back against his shoulders, "I hate to think of it," she finally gritted, "It crawls under my skin that you were with anyone else ..."

"I know baby," he murmured softly, turning her to face him, before drawing the soft cotton up and over her breasts and throwing it aside. Lifting her around his waist, he adjusted his underwear, and thrust up inside her, the angle so delicious that she groaned the second he was inside, filling her so completely.

"God, you're so tight," he murmured, "Every time it feels like the first time, every fucking time it's like you've bewitched me ... Nobody will ever do that for me ... Nobody can ever do this for you ... Until the breath leaves my body, I'll cherish you forever ..."

"Nate," she broke in on a high pitched moan, her fingernails raking the skin on his back as she was thrown further and further into euphoria.

"What, kitten?" he whispered softly, a very masculine smile playing across his lips as he noticed the ecstasy that his body was throwing her into - just before she fell into her orgasm, and bit into the thick muscle in his shoulders to quell her screams as she came, and he quickly followed suit, the corded muscles in his throat working overtime as he threw back his head and flooded her with his release.

"There's someone at the door," she whispered, before he dropped her legs, and she swiped her t shirt off the floor and headed to the bathroom quickly for cover.

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Jayden had a dirty smirk on his face when Nate opened the door to see him leaning against the doorframe, one foot resting against the wall as he tapped the files on his knee impatiently.

"Took you long enough," he said with a glint in his ice blue eyes, "I knocked ... twice actually. And I think you should know that your windows could do with sound proofing. I've actually kind of got the horn here, I'm a bit pissed off that if I knew you'd be too busy to answer the door this morning, I could've had an extra twenty in bed this morning with my own woman!"

Nate moved aside, completely unconcerned with his almost nudity in front of his best friend, although he had covered all the vitals on his way to the door.

"One. Dude, that's not just your woman, that's my little sister, please don't discuss your fuck-tivities with me, it's gross. Two. Stop being a fucking pervert and sit down."