Chapter 105
KATE
I finish my shower and return to the room, where I find him sleeping. Damn, I don't have anything comfortable to wear, and I'm not sleepy. Nathan is lying on his stomach, naked. Mr. and Mrs. Ryan did a good job here. I need to remember to thank them someday. I bite my lip as I watch him. *What a wonderful ass, Mr. Ryan*. I try not to laugh out loud and look for his shirt.
I'm starving. Can I order a pizza at this hour? Where is my cellphone? When I find it, I sit on the couch and try to find a pizza place open at two in the morning through an app.
Here I am again. How did I end up here? So far away? Maybe not as lost this time. Ready to admit many things, like this feeling, and the fear. Fear that everything might be a lie, fear of clinging to something that can destroy me, the same old fear.
But I decided to give him a vote of confidence, right? And I can't go back anymore. Nor do I want to. Sometimes I could confidently say that everything is real. But it's so hard to understand him. All this jealousy seems more like madness, the habit of wanting to control everything around him. He hasn't been acting badly. But why can't I stay calm? After just a few weeks, my life has completely changed. It's so scary.
I'm awakened by the sound of the phone. The reception desk informs me that the delivery person is downstairs. I ask them to come up and search for my wallet. I take out some extra money for a tip. The delivery person knocks, I answer, and pay for the order. he smell was amazing, and I was famished. I closed the door, finding Nathan on the other side of the room, leaning against a table in the corner. He's wearing sweatpants while he stares at me with furrowed brows and arms crossed over his chest. Does he have clothes here?
"Do you have clothes here?"
"Do you always answer the door like this?"
"Sometimes I answer in a ightdress. Don't you remember?" I force a sarcastic smile. "Pizza?" I sit on the couch.
"Pizza at this hour?"
"Incredible that they work at this time, isn't it?!"
"You have quite healthy habits. Couldn't you have ordered room service?"
"What do you mean, you grumpy? I run almost every day, and I go to the gym when I can. Any problem with my body, Mr. Perfect?"
"That's not the issue. You would still be attractive even if you were twenty kilos heavier."
"Attractive to you?"
"Yeah, I meant that I would fuck you even if you were twenty kilos heavier.."
"Idiot."
"I mean in terms of health, vitality, and stuff." He gestures with his hands.
"I'm fine, thank you."
"You're so..."
"So?" He rolls his eyes and ignores me.
"Have your pizza."
"Aren't you hungry? Or can't you eat because you're following a diet, Mr. Fitness?" He continues ignoring me, going to the mini-fridge. "Are you going to let me eat alone?" He nods, grabbing a glass and filling it with wine. "So boring."
"Don't you find me boring when I have my face or my dick between your legs?" I laugh until my cheeks hurt. With a goofy smile, he approaches and sits on the arm of the couch. I take a deep breath.
"You have a way with words, Ryan. You could ruin any occasion with a single word."
"How's your work going?"
"I don't want to talk about my boring job, and you know... I just remembered I can order anything, right?"
"Now?"
"Yes."
"Okay." He sits on the couch. "I'm ready."
"You're going to eat with me."
"Seriously? Are you really going to spend your wish on that?"
"Your hungry face makes me feel sorry for you..."
"Maybe it's hunger for something else."
"Don't be annoying and eat." He rolls his eyes at me. I grab a slice of pizza and sit on his lap.
"Were you really referring to the pizza when you said 'eat with me'?" he asks.
"Yes. I was."
"That's a shame."
"Eat, it's delicious." I try to put it in his mouth, but he stops me, causing me to drop it on his shirt.
"Ryan!"
"You ruined my shirt, Collins... Who said you could wear it?" He picks up the remaining slice of pizza and throws it in the box. "Give it to me." Holding the hem of his shirt, he takes it off over his head. My heart races, I feel my blood heating up, and adrenaline spreading. He manages to turn me on in five seconds; I should be stronger. *Well, I should*. After tossing the shirt aside, he turns his attention back to me. I'm practically combusting. His gaze heats up my skin, and desire explodes down below.
"Don't look at me like that," I murmur.
"Like what?"
"Without touching me." He takes a long sigh before licking his lower lip and then biting it.
Throwing myself to the side on the couch, he stands up and walks until he finds the switch on the wall. The room goes dark until he approaches and turns on the dim light of the lamp. After taking off his pants, he leans over me on the couch. His cock presses against my belly, and his mouth takes mine fervently. How could a kiss feel so good? So maddening?
"Fuck," I say, sitting up as he inserts two fingers into me. "Wait..." I request. He stares at me. "Slowly."
"Slowly?" He raises an eyebrow.
"If you don't know, I'm not a fucking machine, Ryan..." He smiles, almost laughing. "It may not seem like it, but I'm sensitive, and you don't usually go easy." His lips form a line, trying to contain the laughter.
"Okay." He stands up and sits on the floor.
"I didn't ask you to stop." He extends his hand to me. I take it, and he pulls me, making me sit on his lap.
"I just decided I want to fuck you on the floor. I've never done that before."
"Sounds like a good idea. But not very comfortable."
"Not for you." He lies me down on the carpet.
"What do you mean?"
"The impact is greater." He smiles mischievously and kisses my neck.
"And what about going easy?"
"I'll help you." He bends down and kisses one breast, then the other, lightly biting the nipple, making me moan. Then he traces a trail of kisses and bites from my belly to my sex. Then he kisses me there, a hot and wet kiss. Oh my God! I spread my legs. "Good girl," he whispers and then bites the inside of my thigh lightly.
His touch soon turns into teasing licks and kisses around my clit. Fuck. I couldn't wait. Grabbing his hair with one hand, I press his face into my sex, wanting to feel him suck me. I felt him smile against my skin before he sucked forcefully once. Then he positioned himself on top of me again, his weight pressing me against the floor.
"Please..."
"Shhh, it's okay," he whispers, and then I feel him entering slowly.
"Wait..." Damn it. I was so sensitive.
"It's okay... Shhh." I could feel him advancing, every inch. It hurt a bit because only a few hours had passed since what we did by the window. And he hadn't been gentle at all.
"Nathan..."
"Shhh." He was moving slowly while kissing my face in various places. "It'll be quick."
"You're going to kill me." I closed my eyes, trying to focus only on the immense and surreal pleasure. Forgetting any traces of pain. Moaning and digging my nails into his back and arms. I lost track of time. Biting his shoulder, neck, and any skin I could find. Screaming and moaning, calling his name, and begging for more. Delirium taking over me with the sound of his moans. Until the familiar sensation took over my body, making me the happiest woman in the world. Both of us at the same time. Sweaty bodies, moans, ecstasy. I couldn't live without it anymore.
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