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smarting skin, the gentle touch so at odds with the spanking. “And this… This is because I love you.”
He used his mouth to soothe her, turning the hurtful burning into something else altogether.
Spreading her legs a little farther, he kissed down until he reached the aching spot between her thighs.
“You’re awfully wet for what was supposed to be a punishment.” He licked her, then groaned. “I
think you like being spanked.”
She rolled her hips, trying to guide his mouth to where she needed him, but Nathan’s hands clamped
down on her thighs, holding her in place. “Hold still or I’ll stop.”
Stop this excruciating assault on her body? Never. She forced herself to stay still as he teased her,
his tongue rolling over her clit as if he were savoring her taste. “Please.”
“Not yet.” He pushed two fingers into her, and then slid them out and over her clit before repeating
the motion. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. Chelsea whimpered and dug her fingers into the
sheets, but she didn’t move.
And then he was gone, leaving her blind and vulnerable as he did God knew what. She bit her lip,
trying to stem her need to question him. He would make this good for her—for both of them.
As if in reward for her patience, Nathan stroked her back. “There are so many things I want to do to
you, it would take years to accomplish them all.”
The sheer tide of want almost sent her over the edge. It was more than her needing him to make her
orgasm again, so much more. She wanted those years—wanted their verbal sparring, the feeling of
safety he created whenever he was around her, the sex that was so hot she thought she might never get
over it. “I want that. So badly.”
Nathan’s hand stilled on her body. “You do?”
The future between them shouldn’t exist, not with her gallery in Seattle and his in Spokane, not with
her family between them, not with their mutual trust issues and a million other reasons why they
shouldn’t be together. But here, in this moment, she didn’t care. All she knew was she missed him
more than she missed the dry, hot summers of her hometown, more than her nana’s homemade lamb
stew. More than anything.
The future was something to worry about tomorrow.
He pulled her up, her back to his chest, her hands trapped between them, and cupped her breasts.
“You’d give us another chance?”
“Nathan—” She gasped when he rolled her nipples between his fingers. “You said no more
talking.”
“I did, didn’t I?” He reached down and cupped her, the possessiveness of the gesture making her
heart leap. “Then we won’t talk anymore. But tonight, you’re mine, totally and completely.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “I’m yours.”
He maneuvered her back down onto the bed and spread her legs. In this position, she couldn’t have
moved if she wanted to. He could do anything he wanted to her and she’d have to take it.
She wanted to take it.
Chelsea moaned when she heard him rip open a condom wrapper, then again when his fingers dug
into her thighs, just this side of painful. Half a breath later his cock pressed against her entrance. She
thought he would slam into her, but he worked deeper in small strokes until he was sheathed to the
hilt. Only then did he withdraw completely. “Tell me again.”
Chelsea tried to arch, to take him in again, but he easily held her in place. Desperate, needing him
inside her, she nodded against the bed. “Yours. I’m yours, Nathan.”
He slammed into her once, twice, three times, and then she was coming, her cries filling the room.
But he didn’t stop. He kept driving into her as he slipped a hand down her stomach to press against
her clit, ruthlessly shoving her into another orgasm.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, that she might actually die from too much
pleasure, he shuddered, his fingers gripping her hips with bruising force.
She loved every second of it.
Tonight, there were no complications. Tonight, she was Nathan’s, mind, body and soul.
Chapter Thirteen
Chelsea woke up feeling as if she were living in a dream. Her entire body ached from the things she
and Nathan had done last night, which would have tempted her to stay in bed for as long as possible if
not for the whirling of her thoughts.
Nathan had told her he wanted a future.
She had told him she trusted him and that she wanted one, too.
Unable to lie still, she tried to slip out of bed, but he muttered something in his sleep and wrapped
his arm more fully around her body. The temptation to melt back into his warmth was nearly
overwhelming, but she wanted a few moments to herself in order to think. “Nathan, I have to get up.
I’ll be right back.”
Once she was free, she paced once around the room, her gaze landing on her cell phone. With a
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