Torque, Gillian Archer [top ten books of all time TXT] 📗

and threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. He sucked harder. I felt an answering pang between my thighs. Without conscious thought, I ground myself into his lap. The ridge of his jean clad erection dug into the thin material covering me. But I still felt the friction on my clit.

It was everything.

Nathan must’ve thought so too because he groaned, his lips still wrapped around my nipple. I felt the vibrations deep inside me and ground myself down harder on him. We kept going, sucking and grinding, until I felt the telltale rush of endorphins. A few more tugs and… I crashed over the peak. Shudders wracked my body as I made a muffled little cry.

Nathan froze under me then pulled away from my breast. “Christ. I can’t—I don’t want—”

He made a pained grunt and then tugged my head down so he could kiss me. His mouth all but swallowed mine as he kissed me so freaking aggressively. It was exhilarating. Then, a beat later, he sighed and pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine.

We both rested there, our breath coming in harsh, winded pants.

That had been singularly the most amazing orgasm of my life.

And I was still wearing my panties.

Nathan collapsed against the back of the couch, leaving me still sitting on his lap. Laughing, he shook his head. “Christ, I don’t think I’ve done that since high school.”

“Really? I would think you’ve given many girls orgasms without taking all their clothes off. It was a first for me, though. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm with my panties still on.”

Nathan sat up slightly and sent me his patented smirk. “I wasn’t talking about you, sweetheart, I was talking about me coming in my pants like a fucking teenager. Speaking of which, I need to go clean up. Stay here.”

He lifted me up, stood, and plopped me down alone on the couch where he’d just been. Without another word, he took off down the hall.

I reclined back on the couch and covered my face with my hands. I didn’t even know where to start. I’d come. I’d made Nathan come without so much as a finger going inside me. I wanted to make a little squeal in triumph, but I didn’t want him to hear me. Instead, I hid my big, wide grin behind my hands.

I felt powerful. Like I could take on the world all on my own.

I’d made ladies’ man, Nathan Burns, come in his pants like a freaking teenager. Clearly, I had some amazing, sexual prowess heretofore unknown to me. Or maybe Nathan just brought it out in me. Either way, the combination of him and me was powerful. I’d never felt like this with any of my previous lovers. It was usually fumbling, confusion, and the occasional orgasm that wasn’t nearly as powerful as the ones I was capable of giving myself.

At that moment, I knew I was right where I needed to be. With the man I needed to be with.

A door down the hall clicked closed, and I realized that I was still naked from the waist up. Cursing myself, I nabbed my blouse from the floor and tugged it into place. Screw my bra. I hated wearing the thing anyhow.

Nathan came back into the room, his face soft with satisfaction and a small smile curving his lips. Instead of jeans, he now wore soft grey sweatpants but with that gorgeous chest of his still naked. God, I could look at him for forever. His smile turned into a smirk when his gaze landed on my bra still on the floor. He snatched it up as he walked toward me. “Forget something?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, I’m just not gonna bother putting it on to walk thirty feet home. It pinches.”

Nathan bounced down on the sofa next to me, still clutching my bra. His fingers traced over the lace flower on one cup. His gaze flickered to my braless chest. “I think I might just keep it.”

“Ha. Funny, but no. That one cost me seventy dollars.” I pulled the bra from his hands. Tucking it into my purse at my feet, I muttered to myself. “And might be the last one I can afford for a while.”

“What?” Nathan’s wrinkled forehead told me that maybe I hadn’t said it softly enough. “Something happen at your staff meeting? You wanna talk about what had you all worked up?”

Exhaustion tugged at my shoulders. “Not really. I just wanna collapse and sleep for a decade.”

“How about you let me hold you for a while before you go home?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the tender way he’d said that. “I could do that.”

And that was how I found myself spooning Nathan on his large, fluffy sofa while ESPN played on the tv.

It was about the closest thing to heaven I’d ever felt.

And that was my last thought before I closed my eyes.

Chapter Twelve

Nathan

I woke up the next morning with a crick in my neck and my morning wood pressed against the delectable ass of Maddie Roberts. Shit. How did this happen? I still couldn’t believe that this hottie with a thick ass and gorgeous personality—not to mention face—was my little sister’s best friend. Usually, I woke up annoyed that I couldn’t sleep more. Today I wished this moment could last longer.

Although if she kept wiggling like that, it’d be the second time in less than twenty-four hours I came in my pants.

Plus, I had to get to work. And so did she.

“Maddie?” I murmured in her ear. “Maddie, what time do you gotta be at work, baby?”

She groaned and buried her face in the pillow.

It was fucking cute. Someone else wasn’t a morning person.

“Maddie?”

“Dylan, leave me alone.” She groaned into the couch pillow.

My smile deflated when I heard my brother’s name. I know it was innocent, but I still didn’t like hearing his name on her lips while she was in my arms. Fuck. I cleared my throat and tried to