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  • Before Jamaica Lane(On Dublin Street #3)(79) by Samantha Young
  • Before I could take anything in, Nate was blocking my view, slamming the door shut over my shoulder a second before crushing his mouth down on mine and pushing me up against the wall.

    I caught on fire pretty fast.

    I salivated over the feel of his bristly stubble against my cheek, his tongue teasing mine, his soft hair drifting over my fingers as I clenched them in it in an effort to fuse myself to him. Nate pulled back to rip his shirt off and then he reached for mine.

    Helpfully I lifted my arms and I was soon divested of my T-shirt.

    My bra was gone seconds later.

    A pleasured whimper fell from my lips when Nate wrapped his mouth around one nipple, laving and sucking it with his tongue while he pinched the other between his finger and thumb. I closed my eyes, arching against his mouth, clutching his head to my chest in sheer sexual delight.

    ‘I’ve missed you so much,’ I gasped as arousal coursed between my legs.

    My words brought Nate’s head up and he was kissing my mouth again before trailing hot, openmouthed kisses down my neck. I jerked in delighted surprise at the touch of his fingertips on my sex. He rubbed me through the fabric of my pants and I moaned his name, pushing my hips into the contact.

    ‘I almost came out of my skin,’ Nate suddenly said, his voice cracking with sexual anticipation, ‘when you first asked me to teach you … when you asked me to f**k you.’ He groaned and dropped his head against the crook of my neck as he continued to rub me torturously. ‘It took every ounce of willpower I had not to grab your hand, haul you up to your flat, and f**k you until we both died of exhaustion.’

    ‘Seriously?’ I panted, my hands sliding down his warm, naked back to clutch his hips, to draw him closer.

    ‘Seriously.’ He lifted his head to stare into my eyes and I almost climaxed at the expression on his face. Nate wanted me. Like, seriously, seriously wanted me. ‘It was the excuse I’d been waiting for, for nine months.’

    Our heavy breathing mingled for a highly charged moment, and then I reached up and kissed him. I kissed him with every ounce of love I had in me. Pulling back, we both panted a little as I cupped his face with my hands and let down every single defense I had. My soul was in my eyes, and I knew the moment Nate felt it because his grip on my waist tightened. ‘No one,’ I whispered, my lips trembling with the emotion, ‘has ever made me feel like the person I’ve always wanted to be until you. You make me feel beautiful, Nate. All the way through. No one else has ever given me that. No one.’

    ‘I’m glad,’ he murmured against my mouth. ‘Not just because you deserve to feel that way … but because it makes you mine.’

    ‘Nate …’ I shivered at the possessive purr in his voice.

    ‘You’re going to scream that for me tonight.’ He brushed his lips gently over my mouth as his fingers worked the zipper on my pants. ‘You’re going to scream that you’re mine.’ His hand slipped inside, his fingers pressing beneath my panties and pushing gently in.

    I arched into his touch, sighing. ‘Come inside me,’ I begged. ‘I’ve missed you inside me.’

    ‘I am inside you,’ he answered, teasing me as he added another finger.

    I groaned at the fullness but despite the pleasure, it wasn’t enough. ‘Not … I want your cock. I want your c**k inside me. And I want it deep. So deep, Nate.’

    He crushed my mouth beneath his, his kiss as uncontrolled as his movements as he pushed my pants down until they fell to the floor. We broke apart just long enough for me to toe off my shoes, divest myself of the pants and my panties. I felt an indecent ripple of arousal wash over me at Nate’s reaction to the sight of me naked and trembling with anticipation against his wall.

    ‘Fuck.’ He stopped, his hands on the zipper of his jeans as his eyes washed over me. ‘Do you know how insanely sexy you look right now?’

    His expression was hot, and it turned me on to the point of combustion, so suffice it to say I was done being stared at. I wanted to be taken. ‘Nate, hurry.’

    Burning eyes drinking me in, Nate slowly unbuttoned his jeans as his chest rose and fell rapidly. ‘Say it again. Say it standing there with your legs spread, waiting for me.’

    The flush of self-consciousness I felt under his perusal was more than eaten up by how excited I was. I was soaked. ‘Say what?’

    His lip curled at the corner. ‘You know what, babe.’

    Dirty. Nate liked it dirty.

    Who was I kidding? We both loved it dirty.

    Shoulder blades pressed against the wall, my br**sts heaving with breathlessness, I widened my stance, causing Nate’s nostrils to flare. ‘I want your thick, hard c**k inside of me now and I want you to f**k me against this wall until we can’t breathe.’

    I barely got a chance to see the way his lower abs jerked at my words before he was on me. His kisses were bruising as he slammed into me, pushing his jeans down to free his dick, seconds before he wrapped his hands around my legs, sliding me up the wall, angling my body just right.

    He thrust into me.

    Hard.

    Deep.

    We both cried out as my sex clenched around his invasion. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist, hanging on for dear life as he pounded into me.

    ‘You’re drenched,’ he said on a harsh breath. ‘So wet for me, babe. I love how hot and wet you are.’

    ‘Just for you,’ I promised on a pant and that made him pump into me harder, faster.

    I yelled out to God and the heavens as the delicious, rough friction quickly created the right pressure inside me.

    And then suddenly I was moving through the air, falling against Nate as he took us to the floor. With him still inside me, he flipped us, now with my back on the floor. He lifted my right leg higher, pushing my left leg gently, spreading me wider. His eyes burned into mine as he moved above me, this new position allowing him to thrust deeper.

    The pressure in me built and built.

    ‘Nate!’ I cried, unable to move against him since he held me so tight. It only made the tension coil, my climax nearing …

    ‘That’s it,’ he panted, his eyes never leaving mine. ‘Let me take you there, baby.’

    ‘I’m coming.’ I scraped my nails into his hardwood floor. ‘I’m coming.’

    Then suddenly his movements slowed and the pressure stabilized.

    ‘No!’ I gasped frantically, reaching for him. ‘Don’t stop.’

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