Chapter 08

KATE

When I opened my eyes, he was clinging to my body. I was sweaty from the heat. I wanted to know what time it was, but I had no idea where my phone was. I noticed a clock on his arm; it was almost three in the morning, and I was so thirsty. I thought about getting up to get some water, but it would be a difficult task with him holding onto me.

His head was on my chest, his arms around my waist, and his legs tangled with mine. I tried to get up without waking him, and somehow I managed to do it. I spotted his shirt on the floor and put it on. I left in search of water.

There was a counter dividing the small kitchen area from the large living room. After drinking water, I returned to the bedroom.

I was surprised to see him sitting on the bed, working on a laptop. He seemed focused. So handsome and hot. He was indeed a big man; the sheet only covered his hips, and his hair was disheveled.

I bit my lip, imagining what had happened on that bed hours ago. I was lucky. His gaze met mine, and he put the laptop aside on the nightstand.

"Hi, enjoying the view?" he said with a half-smile, but his eyes remained somber as always.

"Hi. Definitely," I went to the bed, climbing and sitting on his lap with my knees bent.

"I think it's time for me to go."

I remembered what he said to me. Nothing more, just tonight. Well, it was already over.

"No," he said as if my leaving was out of the question. "You can go, but just in the morning."

"It's already morning."

"I can't let you leave now. I have plans, especially with you sitting like that on top of me."

Staring into his face, I wondered if it had been as good for him as it was for me. Did he feel everything I felt? Damn, the difference was that sex wasn't new to him. He had probably had better nights with more experienced women.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing."

He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his erection growing. His hands went down to my butt, pressing me against him. I closed my eyes, moaning. I wanted these moments to last forever.

How could he already be so hard? Removing his shirt from me, he cupped one breast before sucking on each one in turn.

"You fell asleep before I could have more," he whispered.
He made me lose control so easily. He smiled, still with one breast in his mouth, looking into my eyes. The bastard knew what he was doing to me.
Lifting me a bit, with his arm around me, he positioned himself at my entrance and penetrated me. Without a condom. Damn. I panicked, but he was already moving slowly beneath me.

"Nathan..."

"What?"

"I'm not on birth control."

"You can take something tomorrow... Please, I want to feel you without anything stopping me."

I didn't like that; I wasn't irresponsible, and he didn't ask if I minded; he just did it. Even though he was right, I could feel him against me. Skin against skin. Pulsating inside me. Going up and down. With my forehead against his, he quickly made me forget, and I let it go. Panting, he stopped moving.

"Now, you're in control. But just a little." He smiled.

Okay, I could do this. I moved slowly, lifting and lowering my hips with some uncertainty. He closed his eyes with his lips slightly parted. His expression of pleasure erased my uncertainty, filling me with confidence. "Like this?" I whispered, smiling, before kissing him.

"Yes, exactly like that. So tight..." Pulling me forcefully closer to him, he squeezed my waist with his hands and kissed my shoulder.

I continued moving, very slowly. It was so intense and indescribable. I heard moans escaping from his mouth, making me shiver. I felt like a goddess, watching him lose control. Provoking this in a man like him made me feel fantastic. I began to sway a little, and he held my neck. I saw him shudder in front of me with his eyes closed.

"Oh, fuck..." He groaned.

I lost track of how long we continued like this. His moans drove me crazy, making me want more and more. His hands, his mouth.

I kissed him countless times, wanting to forever preserve his taste in my mouth, but knowing it would be impossible to satisfy my desire. Did he feel the same?

Squeezing my thighs, he whispered, "I won't last if you keep torturing me."

A shiver ran through my body when I heard that. "No... don't come. I need you," I whispered, stopping the movements, exhausted. I closed my eyes. He took control with force and speed, surprising me, as if he wasn't tired.

I wanted to ask if he felt how perfect it was. I wanted to say I wanted more of this. But I focused on the moment, not wanting to miss anything. I felt him so hard inside me, always hitting the exact spot from the previous thrust. He groaned.

"Come on, Kate..." He captured one of my nipples between his teeth and sucked. Heavens! "Come with me..."

I climaxed with his words, almost losing consciousness; my whole body trembled. I closed my eyes, tightening around him. I heard his stunned groan.

He gently released me onto the bed in a swift motion, pulling out of me.

I opened my eyes some time later, lying on his chest, he was playing with my hair. I observed his face and saw a smile I hadn't seen before—maybe serenity. I lazily smiled back.

Nothing has ever felt so right and secure. But I couldn't keep my eyes open.




There was a small strip of light on my face when I opened my eyes; it was entering the room through the slightly open balcony window. I imagined he would be there. I got up lazily, heading in that direction, but he wasn't there.

I shifted my attention back to the room. I found my clothes folded on a chair with my phone. I picked it up and went to the bathroom. It was almost eight in the morning.

I took a hurried shower, thinking about what would happen. The answer was simple. Nothing.

His words echoed in my mind. It's simple, Kate, not to expect anything. After all, I said I didn't expect anything from him; I agreed to just one night.

For him, it must be so normal—just one night like any other. And there's nothing wrong with that; he just has fun. Is that what I'm trying to do? Isn't it?

This should be normal for me too, but it isn't, and I didn't imagine it would be this good. And because of that, maybe I want to feel him possessing me just one more time, or maybe two.

I remembered every second. Unfortunately, it was so good that I was reluctant to leave. The damn idea of being just another woman who passed through his bed bothered me. Just another one. It bothered me so much that it made my chest tighten. Damn. Maybe I was exaggerating, being too dramatic. I just needed to leave and forget.

I stepped out of the bathroom, ready to go. I called a taxi. I just needed to be ready to face him and say goodbye. Damn, why was I nervous?

Just say you're leaving, Kate. Maybe say thank you. Terrible idea. It's not that hard. Come on. He must be so used to this kind of situation that I feel pathetic. The truth, deep down, is that I don't simply want to leave.

I forced myself to leave the room. And when I didn't find him in the living room, I was stunned. Wasn't he here? I searched the place again, in vain.

Wasn't he in the hotel? Did he leave? I was in shock. Is that it? He just disappeared? Jerk.

I tried to see the bright side; I wouldn't have to see him again, if that could be called the bright side. I walked to the door, looking around one last time. I closed my eyes and breathed in, wanting to keep the memories here. Damn. I can't believe he left.

I took the elevator down, my mind replaying every second of the previous night. I could almost smell him.

The receptionist glanced at me as I passed by the hotel reception. The taxi arrived a few minutes later.

I sat in the back seat and rested my head against the window. I closed my eyes, trying to push those memories away. Damn, Nathan. Don't obsess, Kate. Don't be dramatic and ridiculous.

"Where to, miss?"

I gave my home address.

Soon, it started raining, and that only worsened my state. The trip took almost half an hour due to traffic. The streets seemed endless; my head was starting to throb, and I couldn't think of anything else but the previous night. I could only think of him. The remnants of a slight ache between my legs didn't help either, only reminding me of the incredible sex.