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dark room, aware of the cavernous space behind
me and a huge picture window spanning the whole length of the suite.  The
lights from the Strip cast colorful patterns across the ceiling, like an indoor
borealis, and I started when Nathan's fingers stroked the curve of my neck as I
tilted my head back to look up at them.
    He kicked the door shut with a flick of his heel and curled his
hand around the back of my head, dragging me closer.  I let my bag slip
from my shoulder and placed my palms on Nathan's chest, unable to resist the
urge to touch him.  Suddenly nervous, I closed my eyes and let out a shaky
breath.  Fifteen years of mental foreplay were about to pay off, if only I
could remember how to move.
    Nathan leaned down to whisper in my ear, his voice tinged with a
dark promise that sent another thrill racing through me. "I thought you
said you weren't a wuss?"
     
     

 
    Chapter Two
     
    "I don't know what to do," I confessed, deciding the
moment was too important for bravado or glib responses.
    “Oh, yes, you do.” He took a step closer and placed his strong
hands on my shoulders, turning me so my back was against the wall. 
"You know what you want, Jess.  Can't you just reach out and take
it?"
    I nodded, entranced by his eyes and a little stunned that I could
see them so clearly in the shadowy room.  Nathan smiled at my response, or
maybe it was my inaction that amused him, but for some reason I will be
eternally grateful for, he got tired of waiting for me to make a move. 
    "Jesus, you're killing me," he whispered, and slotted
his body against mine.  His lips nudged at my mouth, gently at first, then
becoming more insistent.  I gasped when his teeth nipped at my lip and he
took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.  One of us groaned, maybe
both, but all I knew is I couldn’t get close enough now that the barrier
keeping him from me for all those years had finally been kicked aside.
    When he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine as his
breath blew over me in hard gusts, I realized my hands were tangled in his
hair. 
    "Sorry," I said, grimacing as I let it slide out of my
fingers, hoping I hadn't pulled any of it out.
    "You won't hurt me.  Not unless I want you
to."  I didn't know what he meant by that but I liked the sound of
it, as if he was giving me free reign to do whatever I wanted.  Not that I
knew what I wanted.  Everything, all at once, pretty much summed it up.
    I settled on sliding the belt from his jeans, my hands fumbling
with the ornate and intricate buckle.  Nathan waited until I threw it to
the floor then took my arms and raised them above my head to pin them to the
wall, holding both of my wrists in one of his large palms, just tight enough
that I couldn't move.
    He grinned then shrugged.  "I don't have your self
control.  I need to see you naked, Jess…now."
    His lips found mine again as his finger hooked inside my blouse
and he grazed his knuckles across my collarbone.  He tugged on the elastic
holding it up and slid the cotton down over my chest, exposing my bra-covered
breasts.  When he pulled away to watch what his other hand was doing to
me, my gaze followed his and my knees almost gave way as I saw the fabric of my
strapless bra stretch over my nipples when he hooked a finger between my
cleavage and tugged on the garment.  Nathan groaned quietly when my
breasts broke free of their restraints and the bra joined the rest of the
clothing bunched around my waist.
    "God, you're beautiful," he whispered.  His lips
touched mine for a fleeting second before he trailed his hot mouth across my
cheek, down my neck and over my chest.  His hand curled around my ribcage,
moving up as if to meet at my breast, and arriving just in time to hold it
steady so his warm mouth could close over my aching bud.
    My head jerked backwards, banging against the wall, but I wasn't
capable of feeling any pain.  If not for Nathan's strong grip holding me
up, I would have fallen to