She closed her eyes. “Nathan, you said it yourself. You don’t want me here. Don’t you think it would be better if we had a clean break? If I leave now, then we don’t have to keep torturing each other like this.”
He turned her around in his arms, rubbing the evidence of his desire against her, which immediately caused her to swell with need, even though she was still sore from that morning. “I’d rather you keep torturing me,” he said, running his lips along her neckline. “If you’re going to run out on me, then you’re going to have to break your promise, because I’m not letting you go before the move date.”
He ground his erection into the front of her. “You drive me crazy with this, Layla. How can I still want you this much after two months?” He made it sound more like a curse than a question, and his kisses became more urgent.
He untied the sundress’s straps and pulled the front down to reveal her dark brown breasts. His mouth covered one large aureole, laving it with his tongue.
But then he stopped, drew up straight, and headed toward the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” she asked, a small anger rising in her chest. She crossed her arms over her breasts. Why would he start something he didn’t plan to finish?
“Take of your clothes and lay down on the couch,” he said, now in the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”
Layla peeled the rest of the way out of her dress and did as he said, beyond confused. He soon returned with a glass full of ice cut into half moons, which he set on a nearby coffee table. Still, she felt vulnerable and exposed lying there naked on the couch.
But her embarrassment faded, when he turned to her, his eyes filled with smoky lust as he took her in. She could feel how much he appreciated the sight of her, even before he ran his large hands down her body until he reached the hair-covered mound between her legs.
“You’re so warm,” he said, palming it gently. He ran his thumb over the bud of her clit, and she responded with a sharp intake of breath. “And already wet, even though you’re still sore from this morning. Bad Layla.”
She bit her lip, arching into his hand. She didn’t care if her response made her bad…just that he continue sending delicious thrills through her like this.
He took her hand and placed it over his erection, which was straining against his pants. “Feel how hard it makes me to see you like this. Now we’re both in trouble, because I need to be inside of you, and you’re still sore from this morning.”
“It’s okay,” she said, lifting her hips in the hope of getting one of the fingers he was rubbing against her clit and outer walls inside of her. “Please, Nathan. I need you.”
“You need me to what? I like hearing dirty words come out of your pretty mouth.”
She squirmed against his hand. “I need you to fuck me. Please.”
He continued to rub her outside walls and thumb her clit, but maddeningly refused to slip anything inside of her. She couldn’t take it anymore. She reached for him, determined to throw him to the ground and climb on top of him herself. But he forcefully pushed her back down on the couch.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Nathan, it’s fine, just fuck me, please.”
Usually begging was enough to get him moving, but this time he ignored her. He even withdrew his hand from her and used it to fish a piece of ice out of the glass, which he popped into his mouth.
Now he was taking a break to suck on a piece of ice? She began to sit up, but before she could, his hands were on her shoulders again, pressing her back into the couch. He dipped down below her waistline, and the next thing she knew, something cold entered her sex and started lapping at it. After a moment, she realized it was Nathan’s tongue. With the piece of ice in his mouth, he ran the ice between her throbbing folds, heating her and numbing her sore vagina at the same time, before sucking her clit in between his cold lips. She gasped with pleasure. She’d never felt anything like this before, and the deep cold kiss sent shivers of electricity through her entire body.
“Oh, yes, Nathan. That feels so good.” She grasped his hair and opened even wider for him. “Please don’t stop.”
But he did stop, lifting up to inform her with a smirk, “The ice has melted. You’re too hot down there. Maybe if I do this…”
He fished out another piece of ice, but instead of putting it in his mouth this time, he used his left hand to spread her labia’s lips, and slipped the ice past her walls, into her blazing hot passageway.
Layla’s heart nearly stopped, the sensation was so shocking. Then he started entering her as well, pushing the ice further and further into her, until both he and it were completely embedded inside of her.
It felt like her pussy was steaming. And her brain short-circuited with pleasure, unable to handle the opposite sensations of hot and cold. “Nathan! Nathan! Nathan!” she screamed.
He grunted and gritted his teeth, holding himself still above her. “You’re so tight. I’m trying to go easy on you, but you’re making it hard for me to stay in control here.”
“No, Nathan, please move. I need you to move.” She rocked her hips up against his, so there’d be no mistaking how much she wanted this.
Finally he started moving inside of her, and it wasn’t long before she found herself on the edge of a climax that built up inside of her like a freight train. The orgasm hit her so hard she screamed, biting into Nathan’s shoulder as he yelled and came himself.
He collapsed on top of her, and Layla’s heart suddenly flooded with relief. Thank heavens he’d made her stay. Eleven days meant maybe they still had time. Maybe he’d come to see how much she loved him and let her out of the contract, so she could stay with him. Maybe he’d even love her back, despite what had happened between them in the past.
But then he said, “Layla, I need you to sign that contract.”
And they were right back where they started.
“No,” she whispered. “I can’t.”
“You can.”
“Let’s not talk about it anymore,” she said. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have left, okay?”
He grew quiet, but she could already tell he was plotting another tactic to get what he wanted. She just hoped she would be strong enough to withstand it.
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE MORNING of the Sinclair Ball, Nathan could be found in his office, staring out of his panoramic window, still trying to figure out how to get Layla to sign the pre-nup. So far, he’d cajoled her, threatened her—he’d even offered to double the amount of her pay out in case of a divorce. But she just kept denying him, insisting he let her stay in Pittsburgh, so their relationship could progress naturally. Like a natural progression was even possible given their history.