Rachel’s eyes widened. He was kissing her? Did he know he was kissing her? Since he wouldn’t let her kiss him she decided he must not like it or maybe he had a story behind kissing that made the act unbearable.
But that was a shame because his kisses were lovely, delicious, and consuming. His hand behind her head pressed her closer as he opened his mouth over hers, sucking, nibbling as if he was testing the waters in one moment. In the next moment, he was demanding entry into her mouth. Rachel didn’t deny him. She parted her lips to grant him access to the soft warmth of her mouth and he explored. His tongue dabbed against hers, and when he moved his mouth to her chin and neck he was breathing heavily. Below his hands were making their way up her thighs again until he was close enough to remove the vibrator. Rachel shuddered.
When he kissed her forehead more tears leaked out.
“Why won’t you let me go?”
His lips moved to her hair then back to her temple and her cheek. “Why did you let me kiss you?”
Rachel frowned and opened her eyes. She couldn’t see his face clearly but what she could see was he looked lost. There were hard lines at the corner of his eyes and his mouth was a thin hard line. He stared into her eyes and she could see in those stormy depths that there was a hollow in them. Her heart lurched. There was a sad side to Nathaniel Madden, a side no one else knew – maybe not even Vera. Or did she know?
Nate squeezed his eyes tight and rested his head against hers. Why did he kiss her? Why didn’t she push him away? Why? Why? Why?!
It evoked memories inside him, memories that were better left buried since she was…since she left. She died. How many years was it? 13? 15?
He still couldn’t stop blaming himself.
Rachel’s hand touched his face. “Nate?”
He let out a breath. No, he thought to himself. I can’t let her know. It was bad enough that he had kissed her, the next he knew he would be telling her about his life, his father, his mother, the orphanage, the mines, the murder…her.
No, she couldn’t know about any of it.
He smiled his cocky Nathaniel Madden smile. “I’ve never had a woman who hated me before.”
Rachel searched his face. It was relaxed yet she knew that for a moment she had glimpsed the man behind the mask.
“You did hate me on your show, didn’t you?”
She wanted to ask, she wanted to push him for the truth but something told her it wasn’t the right time. She forced a smile of her own. “I hated men like you. I found you arrogant, egoistic and just completely annoying.”
“You’re not mincing your words are you?” he laughed.
“Well, my opinions are hard to change. Why do you still want me after everything I said about you on my show?”
“Because women like you are a challenge for me. I love to break you in.” His fingers were drawing circles on her thighs, she couldn’t help the desire coursing through her again. How could he just turn her own every time? She never guessed she was a sex maniac but being with him was teaching her new things about herself. And she was a hungry student.
The limo came to a stop and before she knew it Nate was up with her in his arms and they were heading up the stairs with their key card in his pocket. It was midnight but the lobby and the bar held a couple of people who watched them with expressions ranging from curiosity to mere drunken gazes. Rachel hid her face in Nate’s jacket. He didn’t say anything until he set her down in their room.
“You shouldn’t have to be ashamed of anything you do as long it’s not wrong.”
“I’m a married woman.”
“And your husband is gallivanting around town with your rival. I don’t see who is more wrong.”
“I’m in a BDSM contract with you. I don’t think Dana or anyone out there would do this”
He laughed. “There are many people, celebrities or otherwise who love the kinky stuff. You would be surprised by the secrets of many of those people you’ve interviewed.”
Her eyes widened. “How many do you know?”
“I’m not telling you anyone’s secrets. Do you want something to drink? You can have alcohol if you won’t drink too much.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you sure?” his voice was deep and sultry. “I’m not going to take it easy on you tonight.”
She sucked in a breath, her heart fluttering stupidly in her chest. “I can take it. You’ll teach me won’t you?”
“Only if you trust me.”
Trust. He spoke a lot about trust. What was it with him and trust?
“Do you?”
Rachel nodded. “I do.”
“Good girl.” She loved it when he called her that. “Take off your dress.”
She reached up to untie to straps of her gown and it dropped like fluid around her ankles. His eyes scanned her body, it didn’t make her nauseous like Jacob’s, he watched her like he appreciated the view. He took a step toward her and offered his hand to help her out of the dress. He didn’t let go of her hand.
“Get on your knees.”
Rachel sucked in her bottom lip, his eyes followed the movement and his lips quirked. She went on her knees in her heels. The sight of her on her knees submissive and ready for whatever he wanted her to do made his cock so hard it tented his kilt. Her eyes fell on it and she bit her lips harder.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
“Jacob and I never ventured that far…or he never did with me.”
His thumb caressed the flesh of her fingers. “You will learn. It’s like sucking on a lollipop.”
She nodded solemnly.
Nate directed the hand he held to the hooks of his kilt. Her other hand came up to join it and she worked his kilt loose even though her fingers trembled. She had barely pulled it free when his cock jutted out, firm, thick and veined. It was huge. How it had entered her the first time still amazed her.
When he kicked the kilt aside she took hold of him and rose higher on her knees. Her soft hands holding his cock felt so good he wanted to stay there forever. Placing his hand under her chin he raised her face until she was looking at him, her brown eyes were wild and curious. He loved it. He enjoyed her eagerness to learn.
“Suck my cock.”