Chapter 05

KATE

We left the club through the back, but I didn't ask Nathan why or how he managed to get us out. He opened the car door for me—a sleek black sports model, surely a recent release. Thanks to my father's work, I had good knowledge of cars. I was curious to know more about him, and he noticed my restlessness. Now, with the car's lighting, I could see his face better.

"Are you okay?" he asked, offering me a shy smile, emphasizing his extremely defined chin.

"Just curious," I replied.

"About what?" He fastened his seatbelt, and I did the same.

"About you."

"What do you want to know?"

"First, are you really about to drive? Then, if it's not too impolite, we can start with your age."

He smiled as if I had said something funny.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I'm just wondering if you also want me to introduce you to my parents afterward."

"Do you want me to get out of the car?" I squinted my eyes at him, containing my laughter.

"Sorry. I didn't drink much; I wouldn't be taking you to my place if I had, believe me. As for age, twenty-eight. And you... tell me you're not younger than eighteen?"

"Fifteen. I guess you'll have problems with the police," I teased.

"I suspected that."

I joined him with a smile, realizing he seemed a little tipsy as well.

"Can I continue my interrogation?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Do you live around here?"

"Upper East Side."

"Okay."

Well, the guy must have money—more than enough to live in that place and have a car like this.

"Are you done?"

"I think so."

"Did you really mean it when you said you don't usually do this?"

"Do what?"

"Go out with someone you just met."

"Yes."

"So, it's like it's your first time?" he asked in a sensual tone, a play on words that made my stomach flip. I swallowed hard.

"Don't worry. I promise we'll have fun... You're safe. At least as long as I'm driving."

His words teased me, making desire deliciously grow between my legs, but there was also fear. My conscience was screaming at me, calling me crazy for going out with a stranger, and he could certainly be a psychopath. Screw it! I won't let go of how he makes me feel. People do this. Lisa does this a lot. What could go wrong? No, don't start listing.

We stopped at a hotel in Midtown East, not far from where I live. He went straight to the underground parking lot.

I thought he said he lived on the Upper East Side.

Parking in one of the spaces, he got out of the car and came around to open the door for me.

"Thank you."

He didn't hold my hand, and I almost thanked him for that, not knowing how I would react to his touch. The tension was driving me crazy. I followed him between the cars, maintaining a safe distance until we reached an elevator.

He pressed the button for the top floor and stood facing me on the opposite side of the elevator. His gaze swept over my body in a sexy way, making me hold my breath during the elevator ride. My heart raced, and tension filled the air. I wondered how my legs were still supporting my weight.

When the doors finally opened, he stepped out, taking my hand. His hand was so large—much bigger than mine. I wondered how it would feel to have his touch in other places. My nervousness increased with each passing second, causing a fluttering sensation in my stomach.

"Come on. Don't make me wait any longer." His voice expressed urgency.

We walked to the first door down the corridor. He took the keys out of his pocket and opened it. I entered first and found myself in what shouldn't be an ordinary hotel room. It was a very luxurious suite. There was a large dining table in the corner and windows with a beautiful view.

He grabbed my hand again, interrupting my analysis of the place, and we crossed the living room and a small hallway until we reached the bedroom.

It was dark, with only the faint moonlight entering through the windows, illuminating parts of the room. I gazed at the enormous bed in the center and a large glass window that opened in the middle, with beautiful white curtains that probably allowed a beautiful view of the city from the balcony.

There were several other pieces of furniture, all carefully selected, I imagine. A second later, I found him with my eyes; he was taking off his shoes, sitting in a chair. He removed them quickly and stood up again.

"Do you want something to drink?"

Elegant, sexy, and intimidating in all his movements. I thought while I followed him around the space.

"No, thank you."

Or maybe it would be a good idea?

"You don't seem very comfortable," he said, approaching the window and opening it. A gentle breeze entered the room, hitting me and causing a delightful sensation. Before I realized it, he was already in front of me, with a hungry look that made me fear and shiver. His body was almost touching mine; I could smell his perfume, a scent, unlike anything I had ever experienced, completely intoxicating.

"I can't take it anymore. I'm using all my self-control with you," he said, looking into my eyes.

"What?" I asked, almost breathless, swallowing my saliva.

Putting a strand of hair behind my ear, he brought his face close to my neck.

"Relax... I have so many ideas..."

His lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my legs. I wanted to kiss him, rip off his clothes, touch every part of him, and let him do whatever he wanted with me.

I lost control, grabbing his neck and kissing his lips urgently. He made me feel something unsettling. I slid my hands through his hair and pulled, making him groan against my mouth.

He pressed me against his body. I felt his erection press against my belly. His large hands grabbed my butt, squeezing them firmly, forcing me against his crotch. Making me moan. I felt desire burn between my legs like never before. He pulled away for a moment.

"God..." he whispered before pushing my hair to one side and kissing my neck. His lips glided, making me imagine his mouth in other places. I tilted my head to the side to give him more access. I felt his tongue and then a bite. Oh, yes.

He found the zipper of my dress on my back and opened it slowly while kissing my neck and lightly biting my skin. Then he removed the sleeves one by one, sliding his lips in a delightful way over my shoulder, making my skin tingle.

He let the dress fall around my feet. I thanked myself for never stopping going to the gym in recent years. My body wasn't perfect, but at least everything seemed to be in place, except my reason at the moment.

He got on his knees behind me, and I felt his warm breath on the back of my thigh, where he placed a kiss. He helped me take off my shoes. Before getting up, he lightly bit my butt and kissed my back. I was almost begging for more. I couldn't form any coherent thoughts anymore. My focus was on only one thing for the first time. On his body, on each touch, and us.

His fingers slid over my belly and back, making me eager for a firmer touch. He found the fabric of my panties. Pulling it very slowly, he removed it as if torturing me. I was about to beg.

"You're so... beautiful," he whispered against my skin, kissing my butt.

He positioned himself in front of me again, slowly tracing the curves of my breasts with his thumbs.

"Tell me what you want," he caressed my face.

I remained silent, the nervousness resurfacing. I wanted to tell him to do whatever he wanted, but my stomach churned as I realized the reality of the situation. "Are you nervous? I won't hurt you. Not much." He examined me with a wicked look. "Tell me what you want. Because then, I'll do whatever I want."