It was luscious.
He lifted his head or rather ripped his lips from hers in what appeared to be a great effort.
Then he murmured, “Fucking hell, you’re magnificent.”
It might not have been a compliment every girl who’d been addicted to romance novels for a decade desired to hear but it worked really well on Lily.
“We’re going home.” His voice was both determined and urgent.
Lily nodded.
Their stroll back to the bike was more like a race. In fact, halfway there she pulled her hand free and stopped while he looked back at her impatiently. She didn’t say a word, just bent over, slipped off her shoes and held them dangling from their straps in her fingers.
When she straightened, she tilted her head and smiled a quirky smile at him.
And then she ran all the way back to his bike.
Nate did not run. He strode purposefully with long-legged, ground-eating strides and he watched her as she ran.
And even though he didn’t run, he made it to the bike mere moments after she did.
And then they went home.
Chapter Nine
Nate, Lily and the Conception of Tash
Nate nearly killed them on the way home.
It was sheer, erotic torture having her sweet body pressed against him after that kiss.
Once there, thankfully safely, Lily alighted from the bike first but he didn’t wait for her to take off her helmet. He grabbed her hand and dragged her behind him, using his free one to tear his helmet off as he strode into the building, completely ignoring the doorman who called out a greeting.
She struggled to keep up and struggled with her helmet but managed to pull it free at the elevator. Just like she did before, she tossed her head and her shining, gold-red hair flew free about her face and tumbled down her back as she tugged it off and she immediately tilted her head up to him.
She looked scared and excited and he found he liked that look on her face.
Very much.
The elevator came, its doors opened and he shoved her roughly inside. He followed her, tagged the button for his floor and as they ascended, he pushed her against the wall and pressed against her.
The minute his lips met hers, she moaned and at the sexy little sound, he fought to control the impulse to tear her clothes from her body in the elevator.
She opened her mouth and he took immediate advantage. She still tasted like wine and the rich chocolate dessert she’d ordered and eaten with abandoned relish, this being a first for him, most women flatly refused dessert or even acknowledged that they desired it.
Her arms wrapped around his waist under the jacket he was too impatient to force her to wear on the way home and he wondered how she could bear to touch him. He felt like a fever had overcome him and he was certain a single touch would sear her skin.
The elevator doors opened and he wasted no time, he dragged his mouth from hers, grasped her hand and advanced down the hall. She had to run to keep up with him and when he halted abruptly at his door, she couldn’t stop herself and ran into him.
This caused her to giggle as she righted herself and his head swung to look at her as he dropped her hand to put the key in the lock.
She smiled her quirky, effective smile and said, “We’re rather in a hurry, aren’t we?”
He shoved open the door. “Damned right.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her in.
He threw his helmet in the vague direction of the couch, ripped hers from her hand, not noticing she was glancing about inquisitively, and sent it flying in the same direction. Then his hand locked on hers again and he headed for the bedroom.
“Nate,” she said behind him.
He didn’t answer and his step didn’t falter.
“Nate,” she called, louder this time with her hand tugging at his.
He heard her but he still didn’t respond nor did he release her hand. He walked into his bedroom, straight to the side of the bed.
Then he stopped.
“Nate.”
His hands went right to her cardigan as his eyes locked on hers.
“You know, Lily,” his voice was deeper than normal, and harsh, as he pulled the jumper from her body, “you get in that bed with me and it’s anything like what I felt the first time I laid eyes on you, anything like when you first touched me, anything like that kiss in the park, I’m never letting you go. Do you understand me?”
His words were irrational, even insane.
But he never dreamed he’d have a woman like Lily.
Never in his wildest imaginings of which there weren’t many, Nate was not a man prone to wild imaginings; his most fervent desires; even if he’d had a wish, even a single wish from a genie out of a bottle, he would never have expected to have a woman like Lily.
Not while growing up and sleeping in sheets that were never cleaned. Stealing food so he could eat. Watching his mother insert needles in her veins.
Never had he expected someone as regal, as magnificent, as Lily.
Lily, a woman who liked to walk in the park while holding hands; a woman who loved, with unsurpassed glee, to ride on the back of a motorcycle; a woman who would chase courageously after a purse thief and throw herself on his back; a woman who could win over Laura, which wasn’t hard, Laura had a soft heart, and Victor who most certainly did not have a soft heart, in a matter of hours.
Nate never expected a woman like that, like Lily, to so much as look at him. At least, not the way she looked at him.
As if he was conqueror of nations, creator of worlds.
As she was looking at him now, her face wreathed in awe.
“Do you understand me?” His voice went beyond harsh; it was as rough as sandpaper.
“I… think… so.”
That was enough for him.
“Good.” His hands went to the hem of her camisole and he whipped it over her head, forcing her arms up with it.
She gasped. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her own hands went to cover her br**sts.
“No.” He grabbed her wrists and forced her hands behind her back, his mouth coming down on hers in a wild, bruising, wet kiss.
When he felt the struggle leave her wrists as she relaxed into the kiss, he released them and her and stepped back just enough to rip off his jacket and jumper.
This time she stared at his chest in awe.
“Christ, Lily,” he swore when he caught her look and his hands found the zipper at the back of her skirt, looking down with near the same reverence at her amazing full br**sts. He yanked the zipper down and his hands slid up her back, pushing brutally against it, forcing it to arch, forcing her to bear herself more fully to his gaze. Then, completely unable to stop himself and not wishing to anyway, he bent his head and closed his mouth around her nipple.