Page 71 of For the Love of Art

He held his hand out to help me up, and I took it.

We walked in silence back to the car. It was a warm day, but I felt cold. The car was still in the same place when we reached the parking lot.

The things money can buy. I thought to myself.

The drive back to the hotel was as quiet as the trail. Nathan kept his gaze out the window. I looked out my window, but the city's allure before our picnic no longer existed.

Once we reached the hotel, we went directly to the elevator, still no words shared between us. Nathan pressed the button and finally looked at me, offering a small smile. I returned it, unable not to. The world felt better when he smiled. Warmer. Richer.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped in. Nathan hit our floor, and then we stood back and waited. I peered over at Nathan. He faced the door stoically like he hadn’t bared his soul to me. As I replayed his words in my mind, something surged through me. Desire like I’d never felt before moved my feet, so I was standing right in front of him.

His brows furrowed. “What are you doing?”

I leaned up and brushed my lips over his. He let out a small moan before grabbing my hips, so I was pressed against him and capturing my mouth with his.

God! Why had I waited so long to do this?

The elevator stopped, causing us to stumble slightly, but it didn’t break our contact. We fell out of the elevator, our hands frantically moving over each other’s bodies as his tongue pushed into my mouth. I had no clue if anyone was in the hallway, and I didn’t care. All I cared about was Nathan putting action behind his words.

We fell against a table, knocking some magazines off. My giggle broke our kiss.

Nathan cupped my cheeks and gingerly looked into my eyes. “You’re not one of the many.”

I nodded. “I know.”

He kissed me again, only it felt like passion versus lust this time. I think I liked it better.

I took his hand and led him down the hall to my room. As I unlocked the door, Nathan gripped my waist and kissed behind my ear, giving it a small nibble. I had to contain my moan.

Once the door opened, we rushed into the room. Nathan’s lips crashed against mine as he pushed me against the wall. I could feel his erection as his body pressed into mine. His hands pulled the hem of my dress, his fingers running along the inside of my leg before pushing my panties aside and entering me.

I gasped, my head falling against his chest. His fingers slowly and torturously moved in and out; his thumb circled my clit.

“Nathan, I–” Words were impossible with how good this felt— how right.

“Shh.” His lips again found mine, and I moaned against them as he continued the deliciously slow and satisfying pace.

He planted kisses along my jaw, and I couldn’t help the sounds escaping my mouth.

He pulled his fingers out, and I blinked a couple of times as I tried to come down from the high of him touching me. With a gleam in his eye, he took the fingers he had just had inside me and sucked them.

“Are you done?” I asked. It felt like a needy question, but dammit, I didn’t care. I needed more.

“Oh baby–” Nathan pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a well-toned body that his suits hid. “I am far from done with you.”

He stepped back toward me and pulled at the bottom of my dress, kissing each bit of skin he exposed on the way up until my dress was gone.

“Fuck, Isla.” Nathan scanned me up and down. “Even my most vivid fantasies of you naked can’t compare to the real thing.”

I was so consumed by this moment- everything that had happened since we had that picnic.

I reached out and undid his shorts. I slid them and his briefs down. Nathan sucked in a breath. I kept my eyes on Nathan, letting him know he could stop me at any moment.

When I kissed the inside of his thigh, he finally said, “You’re really doing this?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I licked the tip of his shaft, and he shuddered.

“Just the thought of you tasting my cock has me ready to cum,” he confessed.