Torque by Gillian Archer (have you read this book .txt) 📗

against my mouth just before he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder in the classic fireman hold.

“Nathan!” I shrieked, laughing. “Put me down.”

“Nope. I got you where I want you, and now I’m gonna drag you to my bedroom like the caveman I am.”

I put up minimal protest—mostly laughing and trying to catch my breath. It was beyond sexy that he could carry me so easily. But still a little painful as his shoulder dug into my belly with every step. It was almost impossible to catch my breath.

And then the world flipped around again as he playfully dropped me on the middle of his king-sized bed. I had a second to take in the minimal décor I’d never seen before—a gray tallboy dresser and the giant gray wood four poster bed with an iron headboard—before Nathan was all I could see. He stepped between my splayed legs hanging over the edge of the bed then bent forward, trapping me with his hands on either side of me.

Despite my racing heart, I wasn’t interested in getting away. I was right where I’d always wanted to be. And judging by the gleam in Nathan’s eye, he had me right where he wanted me too.

His head ducked down over me, he kissed me, and I couldn’t really think much after that. He stole my breath and my thoughts with every move of his wicked mouth. His tongue dueled with mine, rubbing, teasing, making my heart pound and my hips arch up toward him. We kissed endlessly. Until we were both panting. Until I was out of my mind with need.

Breaking our kiss so I could breathe, my panting ended in a moan as his lips cruised from mine to my jaw to that delicate bit of skin just under my jaw. He did something with his teeth and lips and tongue that had me clenching my Kegel muscles.

I felt so achingly empty. And only one thing would make me feel whole.

His clever fingers skimmed over my white blouse, caressing my nipples through the silk of both my top and bra. I don’t know if it was the material or just his magic fucking fingers, but I felt an answering throb deep inside me.

“Oh my god,” I groaned as I arched into his touch. “I swear if I don’t feel those fingers on me, I’m gonna go crazy.”

With his head still tucked against my neck—and my eyes closed—I couldn’t see his smile, but I could feel it against my neck and hear it when he spoke. “I had no idea you were such an eager and dirty girl, Maddie baby.”

Then his body heat left me.

I opened my eyes and found him standing at the foot of the bed with that naughty gleam in his eye. Before I had a chance to even ask him what he was doing, he grabbed the bottom of my blouse and ripped it open.

Buttons pinged across the room, and I didn’t think it was possible, but I swear to god, I got even wetter. My chest heaved with my breath, my newly revealed nude lace bra now on display to Nathan’s hungry eyes. “Holy shit.”

Nathan’s head tilted like he was checking that I was still okay.

“That was hot as hell.” I croaked.

A wicked little smirk stole across his face. “Ah, we’re just getting started.”

Chapter Fourteen

Nathan

I could tell by the way her chest heaved with her breath that she loved me ripping her shirt off. I was tempted to do the same with her skirt, but I had a little fantasy about her fucking librarian skirt that I was dying to act out. But maybe not tonight. Tonight was just the first night of many I’d have with her. There was plenty of time for fantasies about naughty librarians and their sexy skirts.

I bent down and took her mouth again in another scorching kiss. I couldn’t get enough of this woman. She was like a fucking addiction—every taste I’d gotten so far had been better than the last. I was more than prepared to OD on her. And I couldn’t think of a better way to go.

But I was dying to get a taste of her perfect breasts and finally find out what color her sensitive nipples were. I left a trail of kisses from her erotic mouth down her neck to her flesh-colored bra. Pulling back the delicate lace, I groaned at the sight that waited for me. Fucking perfect. She was a wet dream in the making. Perfect tits topped with pale pink nipples, the same color as her lips.

I ran my thumb over the tip and her body jolted like I’d shocked her. Dragging my gaze away from the tits I’d no doubt be dreaming about tonight, I took in her hooded eyes and the undeniable lust all over her face, and I smiled. “You are so fucking perfect, Maddie baby.”

Then I leaned down and did what I’d been fantasizing about for so long—I took that pale pink nipple in my mouth.

Maddie’s body jolted again before she threaded her fingers through my hair and held me tight to her breast. Like there was a chance I was gonna pull away. I would’ve laughed at the thought, but I had more than a mouthful to occupy me at the moment. Instead, I pulled her nipple deeper into my mouth and suckled.

It only took a few seconds for Maddie’s hips to twitch against me. I hummed deep in my throat, and her hips twitched again. My left hand plucked at her other, neglected nipple while I devised new ways to torture her. Rasping her nipple with my teeth. Pulling back to blow on the moist tip. Rolling her other nipple with my work-roughened fingertips.

In minutes, Maddie was moaning and arching her hips toward me. Her body doing a restless dance while her mouth made wordless pleas.

Fuck, I’d had no idea that behind her sedate librarian façade was the body and sex drive of a