Reborn Heiress: Escaping My Contract Marriage with the Cold CEO
Chapter 39: Would You Like to Dance?

Chapter 39: Would You Like to Dance?

{This Chapter is spicy! Like ... SPICY SPICY.}

VANESSA BELMONT

"Would you like to dance?" asked Nathan.

I grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch. We had two hours before the dinner started.

I saw Fiona and her flying monkeys headed in our direction, clutching flutes of champagne. Dare I think she added something to either Nathan’s champagne or mine?

I grabbed Nathan’s hand and dragged him across the ballroom. I looked back to make sure Fiona saw us leave by the back exit doors.

My hope is that she would try to find us there, and wouldn’t. Then she would have to figure out where we went ... and by that time, Seduce Nathan would be in progress.

"Where are we going?"

"Your hotel suite."

"What? Why?"

We went down a flight of stairs and through a door that led to the hotel’s office. A clerk pouring herself coffee looked up in surprise.

"We were never here," I said. I tugged on Nathan’s fingers. "Hurry."

I led him to the private elevator, and I didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until the doors shut.

"Why are we going to the hotel room?"

"To escape from Fiona and have a nice chat."

One dark brown lifted as he stared at me.

The elevator dinged, the doors swooshed open, and I dragged Nathan to the king-sized bed. I pushed him onto the bed and then pulled my dress to my hips and straddled him.

"Ready to chat?" I asked.

He opened his mouth to answer, and I kissed him.

He tasted like champagne.

Our lips met again and again, and hot liquid desire poured through me.

I kissed up his neck, and then sucked on his flesh. He groaned as I made my mark on him, and then he wrapped his arms around me and flipped me to my back.

His lips paused on the still sore mark he’d made. He offered a soft press of his mouth as an apology, then he nibbled his way across my jaw. Just as his lips covered mine again, his cellphone rang.

He lifted his head and stared at me, his mouth swollen and his gaze dark. Both of us were breathing hard, and I was trembling.

"I swear to God I will kill you right now if you answer that phone," I said.

Nathan took the phone, powered it off, and tossed it to the floor.

The next thing I knew, he was unzipping my dress, the sound sharp in the quiet room. The fabric slithered down my body, and he yanked it off so hard, one of my high heels popped.

He took a second to put the heel back on my foot. "Those stay on," he murmured.

His fingers brushed my waist as he kissed me again, then he groaned. "Why are there still clothes?"

He pushed up on his elbows to look at my lingerie.

He sucked in a breath.

His reaction was gratifying this time around, too.

I wore a blue silk and black lace corset that cinched my waist. The matching thong was barely there, and the black lace garter belt clung to my hips, its delicate straps securing sheer stockings that ran the length of my legs.

Nate’s gaze darkened. "You wore this under your dress?" His voice was rough, edged with an electric tone that buzzed through my body. "I want to kill every single man who looked at you tonight."

His hand slid down, caressing the curve of my waist before settling on my hip. His fingers fanned over the exposed strip of skin between my corset and garter belt, sending a shiver through me.

His lips grazed the shell of my ear. "You’re gorgeous." His teeth nipped at my lobe. "And you’re mine."

Oh so slowly, he lowered his head and nibbled my bottom lip. Desire roared through me. But Nathan pinned my wrists to the bed.

"Relax. Let me love you."

Love me?

Nathan softly kissed my chin and then each corner of my mouth.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

Nathan ran the tip of his tongue along my lower lip then pressed his mouth against mine.

Damn him.

He was destroying me inch by inch.

I gave in.

Nathan felt my acquiescence. He split the seam of my mouth with his tongue and kissed me deeply with slow, tender deliberation. A low sound caught in my throat and I pulled him closer. The gentle invasion of his tongue sent sparks of heat to the pit of my stomach. Hot desire burned through me.

He drew away to kiss the underside of my jaw. He nibbled on my ear and trailed feathery kisses along my cheek before claiming my mouth again. His male scent drugged my senses. I thrust my hands into his thick hair and pulled him closer, moaning when his lips trailed a fiery path down my neck.

Nathan lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes muddled with desire. He stroked my cheek with his forefinger.

"What now?" I whispered.

He smiled.

Then he unsnapped my stockings and removed the corset. I crossed my arms over my breasts. "W-w-wait."

"No." He pushed my arms away.

Nathan’s gaze roved over my breasts. He leaned down and layered kisses over my skin. My nipples hardened as pleasure cascaded through me.

When he started paying detailed attention to my nipples, I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, and moaned.

Nathan lifted his head and gave me a dark, sensuous smile. My heart missed a beat as he kissed the underside of my jaw then trailed a wet line to my collarbone.

He lowered his mouth to mine and pushed against my pelvis, letting his body show me how much he desired me.

I wound my arms around his neck and splayed my fingers through his hair. It felt silky against my fingertips. He nibbled my lips. Kissed the point of my chin. Tasted a sensitive spot behind my ear.

I rubbed against his chest, wanting to get closer, wanting to feel more of him.

Nathan set me away long enough to shed his clothing. I took the same moment to divest myself of my lingerie, but my gaze was on Nathan. He was pure muscle. An eight-pack of abs.

"Keep the hose and heels on," he demanded.

We fell upon each other like two starving people presented with a feast.

Tiny shivers raced up my spine and I swallowed a groan when Nathan cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples.

He shimmied down my torso and grasped my waist. His tongue dipped into my navel then he trailed a line of heat to my very core.

There was no prelude, no coy seduction. His tongue stroked the slick folds of flesh that held evidence of my desire. My thighs trembled.

He pulled me up to taste me more fully. A thousand electric sensations singed my body.

The more he licked, suckled, worshipped, the more my body strained toward the ultimate bliss.

I shattered.

My fingernails dug holes into his shoulders and cried out as I reached my release. He pressed even closer, tasting his prize. My convulsions teased his chin.

He kissed his way back to my mouth.

He grinned at my stunned expression.

He cupped my breasts. He suckled each tip, nipping gently when he heard my indrawn breaths. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed against his cock. Roughly, he caught my buttocks and squeezed. His eyes were glazed with passion.

It was gratifying to know I affected him the way he affected me.

"Thank God." I reached down and grasped his cock. My fingers glided over him, causing his shaft to jerk against my palm. I tightened my legs around his waist, wrapped my arms over his shoulders, and rolled.

Now, Nathan was on his back.

And I was on top.

I grinned.

I bent to taste his cock. He felt warm and silky, tasted slightly salty. I slid my tongue all the way down. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked as I licked and suckled the top of his cock. I was relentless, and soon, Nathan put his hands on my head and whispered my name.

I crawled on top of him.

He cupped my breasts, traced my ribcage, and kneaded my hips. I watched his face contort with pleasure as I positioned myself above him and took his shaft deep inside me.

I leaned forward until he caught my breasts and suckled my sensitive nipples. I clenched him tightly and I started riding him. He kneaded my breasts, pinching the taut peaks.

I captured his gaze and silently demanded all he had to give.

With a hoarse cry, he grabbed my hips and plunged into me, mimicking my own urgent rhythm. He released one hand to thumb my clit with short, quick strokes. I shuddered. "Yes," I cried. "Yes, Nathan. Yes!"

I screamed, my orgasm so strong his cock slipped out of me. He lifted me off him. I found myself face-first in the sheets still shivering from the intensity of my release. He grasped my hips and pulled up. I obeyed his unspoken command by lifting my ass and widening my stance. Panting heavily, Nathan worked his cock inside me.

He moved slowly, his hands on my hips, and then increased his rhythm until the bed shook. I clawed at the sheets, my mouth pressed against the pillow, as I felt another sharp rise in pleasure.

He gasped, nails digging into my as he came, his body trembling against mine as he shuddered.

Before I had a chance to recover, he rolled me over and suckled my clit. I immediately exploded, again. Now I was the one quivering, my thighs like Jell-O, my skin prickling as though I’d just been electrocuted.

Nathan collapsed next to me and put his palm flat against my stomach. We were both sweaty, both breathing hard, both trying to get our heartbeats under control.

"Vanessa," he said. "Any regrets?"