Friday I'm in Love (9 page)

He’d just figured out his next lesson—and Miss Natalie Miller wasn’t going to know what hit her.

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Natalie was awake when Ewan came into her room early Tuesday morning. She was sitting on the bed waiting for him, and he didn’t let her down.

“You’re up.” He was clearly surprised to see her awake and dressed as he walked into her room. She thought he also looked a wee bit disappointed.

“Yep. Getting an early start today. I have plans.”

“You do?” he asked.

“Teagan, Riley and Keira are going shopping for a wedding dress and they’ve invited me to tag along.”

“Ah. That’s brave of you. Or maybe stupid would be more accurate.”

She laughed at his horrified expression. She didn’t want to admit she was leaning toward the stupidity angle herself, and that guilt was driving her to spend an entire day with the Collins sisters. She’d been in Baltimore for four days and she’d yet to take any of the pictures she’d promised she’d get for Sky’s video.

“Very funny. You know, it would serve you right if I told your sisters what you just said.”

He actually appeared to go pale. “You wouldn’t dare.”

She laughed. “Chicken shit. What do you want? Why are you always invading my personal space?”

Ewan plopped down on the bed beside her and bent close. “I thought you liked having me
in
your personal space.”

The way he stressed the word
in
sent an immediate surge of arousal to her pussy and she marveled at how he could turn her on with just a few words. Usually it took a good deal of effort, or lube, to get her wet and ready.

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“Why are you here, Ewan?” She tried to sound annoyed, but she was afraid her breathless tone sounded more like a plea.

“Do you have plans for dinner?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Well, you do now. I’m going to take you somewhere fancy, so dress up.”

She tried not to be disappointed when he rose without even trying to steal a kiss.

“Have fun with my sisters. I’ve made reservations for seven.”

“Reservations? Wow. Guess McDonald’s is out.”

He smiled. “It’s not McDonald’s. And Nat, wear your hair down. I love it when you leave it loose.”

He gave her a quick wave goodbye as he left her alone again. He’d made reservations? She lay across her bed and smiled. He’d made reservations and he liked her hair loose. She reveled in that knowledge for a few minutes before kicking herself for acting like a giddy school girl.

Jeez, Nat. Get a grip. It’s just a date.

A date. With Ewan.

Shit.

* * * * *

Natalie finished her dessert and tried to remember when she’d had a nicer evening.

She’d been surprised when Ewan brought her to one of the most opulent hotels in Baltimore. She’d heard of the restaurant from Sky and she knew it was one of the city’s finest.

Ewan took a sip of his wine and gave her a wolfish look. She leaned back and gave in to the blissful feeling she’d tried to suppress all night. She was out on a date with Ewan Collins and she was having a wonderful time. If someone would have told her a week ago she’d be here, she’d have laughed them out of town.

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In the past, it had been easy to hold Ewan at a distance, pretend her feelings didn’t extend beyond the bonds of an occasional friendship. She wasn’t really sure what had changed. Maybe he’d weakened her resistance. Maybe she’d been an easy mark, given her gloominess. Either way, she couldn’t find it within herself to give a shit. She was having fun, she was sleeping, and she was going to have sex with the hottest guy on the planet. Yesterday in his office had only whetted her desire for more. At this point, she’d decided the consequences could be damned. She wanted him and he wanted her.

“Jesus, Nat. You keep looking at me like that and I’m likely to throw you over this table, hike up that skirt and take you right now, regardless of who’s around.”

She laughed. “I think at this point, you wouldn’t hear any arguments.” She moved closer. “I wanna crawl under this table, take your cock in my mouth and suck you dry.”

Ewan choked on his wine, her words taking him unaware, and she grinned.

“I’ve booked a room.” He said the words hesitantly and it took her a moment to make sense of them.

“A room?”

“In the hotel.”

She paused to consider his proposition. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted any man. But the idea that’s he’d planned this whole evening, wined and dined her with the intention of seducing her, left her suddenly uncertain.

“Fuck. Nat, I’m sorry. It was presumptuous. I know.”

She quickly shook her head. “No, Ewan. We’ve been steadily marching in this direction for three years. I…you just surprised me. That’s all.”

“Are you attracted to me?” he asked.

“You know I am. Christ, haven’t I proven I am? Yes.”

“Natalie. We can go home or we can go upstairs. The decision is completely yours.”

She looked at his serious, beloved face and smiled. “How could you think for a minute I’d say no to you? I want to go upstairs, Ewan. I want it so badly.”

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His smile was genuine, beautiful. “Come on. I don’t think I’m going to be able to wait much longer to hold you. You are so gorgeous tonight.”

“Sweet talker.” He paid the bill and she tried to ignore the growing heat in her body. She was going to sleep with Ewan tonight. She’d had sex before. Scratched the itch, so to speak. She couldn’t remember ever waiting for sex with more anticipation.

As the elevator took them up to their room, Ewan kissed her gently and she felt like a princess, the most cherished woman on the planet.

He held her hand as they walked along the lushly carpeted hallway. “So you were awfully sure of yourself,” she said as they paused outside the door.

“I don’t know if it was confidence as much as hope. I want you, Natalie. I’ve wanted you for years.” She’d intended her comment as a joke, a smartass way to bring a bit a levity to a moment that was suddenly too serious, too important.

Ewan’s response threw everything into another realm and she realized whether she admitted it or not, tonight was different. Tonight was special.

He slid the card key through the slot and gently pressed on her back, guiding her inside. She gasped when she saw the room. It was lit by several candles and the king-sized bed was covered with luscious, bright-red rose petals. The Jacuzzi tub at the side of the room was filled, steam rising from the hot water, and there was a bottle of champagne chilling on the counter of the wet bar.

“This looks like…” She couldn’t make herself say the word.

He smiled. “The honeymoon suite. It is. It’s a Tuesday night. It wasn’t booked, so I grabbed it. I remembered some of your comments about romance and your lack of belief, so I thought I’d bring you here. Prove to you that it really does exist.”

“Tonight’s lesson,” she whispered. “It’s romance?”

“It
does
exist, Nat. And if any woman ever deserved to be romanced, it’s you.”

She swallowed against the lump his words had provoked. He was wooing her, romancing her. Giving her the most precious moment of her life.

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“Ewan,” she said, but the rest of her words failed. Nothing she could say would tell him what this moment meant to her.

“Are you sure you want this, Nat? Sure you want
me
?”

“You know I do.”

He gave her a crooked grin. “Then I’m yours. Come here.”

She walked into his arms as if she were returning home after years away. There was no question in her mind that in this moment in time, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

He kissed her softly and when she tried to deepen the embrace, he pulled away with a sexy grin. He walked over to the table by the window and pressed play on a CD

player she hadn’t noticed. She gave him a quizzical look.

“I came over this afternoon to pick up the key, drop off a few things.” He reached out for her hand as a slow song began to play. “Dance with me, Nat.”

She bit her lips to stop the slight quiver his sensual gaze provoked. She took his hand, let him pull her close, let the music take over as they gently swayed and turned.

She rested her head against his chest, felt the strong, steady beat beneath her cheek as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

She’d never danced with anyone like this, though she’d photographed it, captured this moment a million times in the past. Always the observer, never the dancer. “I like this song. What is it?”

“
Falling Slowly
. It’s from a movie I saw once.”

“It’s nice.”

They didn’t say anything else as the song continued, simply held each other and moved. As the music drifted away into another song, Ewan grasped her head in his hands, smiled as he bent down to steal the perfect kiss. His lips rubbed lightly against hers, enticing her to open her mouth. She sucked in a deep breath of his air, reaching out to taste him as well. Their tongues met, touched, played. If there was ever a moment 73

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in her life she’d want to freeze, this was it. She wanted to stop time, wrap up the occasion in tissue paper and tuck it in her pocket, so she could always pull it out and come right back here.

He kissed her cheek before turning her away from him. He draped her hair over her shoulder so he could lower the zipper on her dress. Then he slid the silky cloth over her shoulders and she kicked it off when it hit her ankles.

“Oh damn,” he whispered, and she didn’t bother to hold back her wicked smile.

She looked at him over her shoulder. “Like what you see?”

His gaze was locked on her back. No, she thought, definitely lower, as he studied her garter, her stockings, the bare skin her thong didn’t even begin to cover.

“You take my breath away, Nat.”

His comment caused the same effect in her and she smiled as she turned to face him again. Her fingers tangled with his as they fought to unbutton his shirt. After everything they’d done the past few days, she’d yet to see him without his shirt. She couldn’t wait to unwrap the present, discover what treasures lay beneath. He slid the shirt off, dropping it on top of her discarded dress.

She couldn’t resist touching him and she ran her fingers along the defined muscles of his chest, around his nipples. Bending forward, she ran her tongue along his pec, grinning when his tiny nub tightened.

“I want to see the rest of you,” she said, her hands drifting to relieve him of his belt.

He helped her, pushing his pants and boxers off in one swoop, kicking them off along with his shoes. She swallowed heavily. She’d felt his hard length before, but the true sight of it was magnificent. He was beautiful, though she knew he wouldn’t want to hear her use that word. She imagined photographing him, capturing his defined lines, using shadows and lighting to accentuate every curve that made him uniquely masculine and sexy.

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Ewan gripped the elastic waistband of her thong, pulling it over her hips and allowing it to fall. “It’s just going to be in my way,” he said and she laughed, delighted by his honesty, his ability to make the night magical and whimsical at the same time.

He kissed her again and, as one, they moved toward the bed. She tumbled down onto her back and Ewan crawled over her. He pressed against her knees, pushing her legs apart so he could kneel between them. She gasped when he ran his hands through the evidence of her arousal and she cried out when he used that wetness to slide two fingers inside her. He didn’t stop once he’d breached her; rather, he worked his fingers against her flesh until she was writhing beneath him, begging for more.

Ewan continued to caress her with his hand. She twisted her head, struggling for air as he touched her deeply. She was assaulted by the scent of the roses as she moved, reminded again of how much he’d done to make this night perfect. He’d given her so much.

“I want you inside me,” she said, reaching out, trying to draw him closer to her.

He grabbed a condom from the side table. “I meant to take this slow, Nat, but I need—”

“I don’t want slow. I just want you. Please.” Her last word fell out in a breathless sigh and he covered her, caging her below his large frame. He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her body, stopping for only a second.

His eyes met hers. “I’m going to make love to you, Natalie. I don’t want you to mistake this for anything else.”

She only had time to nod once before he pushed into her, proving with his actions the truth of his words. He was showering her with love, with beauty, with peace and freedom. Those concepts would terrify her later, she had no doubts about that. But for tonight, she wanted them more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

Over and over, he came into her until she came twice, each climax unique. The first hit her fast, overpowering her senses as she screamed and she was only vaguely aware that Ewan was still moving. When the second came, it built slower, hung on longer, 75

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each of Ewan’s thrusts sending spirals of pleasure coated with pain to every nerve ending in her body. It was simply too much, too good. She moaned, pleaded, begged for more. Ewan never stopped. He gave her everything.

“God, Nat,” he cried as she felt the spark of her third orgasm. She thought briefly her life was passing before her eyes because surely this one would kill her. No one could withstand this much pleasure and live to tell about it. He groaned and she knew he was close. She thanked God he was close.

“Come with me,” she said through gritted teeth. He groaned as he came, the pulsing throbs of his cock shoving her into another climax. Her entire body shook with the delight, her skin supersensitive and ultra aware of the sweat running down the side of her face, the tightness of the rose petals as they clung to her back, Ewan’s labored breathing against her neck, the weight of his body as he collapsed on top of her.