STORM OF LOVE (snowed in with the billionaire #3) (billionaire erotic romance)) (3 page)

He came at her again, his hands going to her
ass, holding her tight against his body. Her breasts were exposed
and touched his chest. They both moaned at the same time. Stephanie
felt Nathaniel’s arms – and body – flexing, knowing he had other
intentions than what he did next.

“Step into the shower,” he whispered. “If it
hurts, go with it. You need to warm up.”

Stephanie’s nails dug into Nathaniel’s back
for a second as she whimpered. She never wanted to let him go
again. She had learned her lesson firsthand, battling the snowstorm
to prove some kind of stupid point.

One step at a time, Stephanie moved into the
shower. Nathaniel’s hands came around to her hips. He gently turned
his hands enough so his thumbs moved down to her tender skin, just
above her sex. His thumbs made a few quick circles, massaging her,
and then he quickly let go.

He stepped back, his breathing wild, his
eyes looking just as wild.

Stephanie stepped to the water and let it
hit her skin.

She cried out in relief and looked at
Nathaniel.

“Are you closing the door?” she asked as
water started to splash outside the shower.

“No,” Nathaniel said in a cold voice.

Stephanie opened her mouth again but
Nathaniel cut her off.

“Let the water hit your entire body. I’m
going to watch. I swear to you, Stephanie, I’m never leaving your
side. Ever again.”

That was something Stephanie could live
with, although she wasn’t sure if she had a choice in the
matter.

(5)

The water hurt at first, as Stephanie
figured it would. The pain was such a stinging pain she almost
swore she would, and maybe even could, hear her skin sizzle. She
leaned forward, put her hands to the wall, her head down, and let
the water cascade along her back. When she looked down she saw her
breasts hanging in front of her face, her rosy nipples thick and
erect, the throbbing between her legs somehow connecting to her
breasts. She knew Nathaniel was there, right there, standing just
outside the shower, but if she looked, she’d lose her mind.

He did the one thing she wanted him to
do.

He saved her.

Standing in the middle of the blizzard, her
body wanting to give up, all Stephanie wanted was for Nathaniel
Anders to save her. In so many ways, it proved to her his command
went beyond the bedroom. He claimed stake in Stephanie and would
risk his own life to keep that stake intact. Something about it
felt like the most romantic gesture in the world. Some women wanted
flowers, a nice dinner, maybe to be treated like a princess. All is
well in that fantasy, but for Stephanie, to have a man demand her
body to him and then have that same man track her down in a
snowstorm and carry her to safety… plus strip her of her clothes,
touch her, force her into the shower…

Stephanie closed her eyes and bent her
knees. Her body wanted to buckle again but she fought it. This time
it wasn’t the cold weather but Nathaniel.

He caused all of this.

Stephanie almost wanted to blame him for the
weather but that would have been silly. Everything else though, he
had it planned. The thoughts attacked her again, imagining how long
Nathaniel –
Mr. Nate, CEO of HanAn
– had been working on
this. How long had he been watching her, lusting for her,
desperately needing her while she desperately needed him?

“I don’t understand,” Stephanie said.

The water felt great now on her back and
body. The droplets went from stinging to soothing, creating a water
blanket. The heat of the water produced a steam that encompassed
her body, heating her at the right proportions, bringing her body
temperature back to normal.

Until she stood up and looked at
Nathaniel.

Seeing him standing, not moving an inch,
left her shaking with fear. Fear for how far she’d go for him,
knowing the end of the world and back wouldn’t be far enough to
explain it. Her heart ached as much as it melted, bringing in
feelings and emotions that perhaps weren’t meant to mix with lust
and command, but that was something that neither Stephanie or
Nathaniel could control.

He could have her body, he could have her
heart. He could control her body, but he couldn’t control her
heart.

“What is all this?” she asked.

As the water spit from the showerhead, it
came in all directions. Every few seconds, some of the water hit
her nipples directly, leaving her tingling. Although her body was
wet from the water, if she spread her legs, there would exist
another wetness, one that had nothing to do with the shower.

“You are here,” Nathaniel said, “with me.
All mine. Chosen, together.”

“Why?”

“Because my desire points to you,
Steph.”

“Why the business stuff then? Why make me
believe I had a chance with your company when I didn’t?”

Nathaniel laughed. “Nobody said anything
about business. You wanted to be an executive so I let you be one.
You failed at it, didn’t you?”

Stephanie didn’t reply.

“Then again, you made the right choice but
now you’re going to let your heart suffer because of it. Why not
just give me your heart then? So it won’t break so easily…”

Stephanie took a deep breath.

Give Nathaniel her heart? She couldn’t, he
already had it.

“I swear to you, no harm will ever come to
you,” Nathaniel said. “You stay in my arms and the world will be
ours. Running into the storm isn’t going to prove a thing. Nobody
is a hero right now. Nothing has changed. You’re still my Steph,
aren’t you?”

“Of course,” Stephanie said.

She looked into Nathaniel’s eyes and
couldn’t stop herself. There was something about it… the allure of
the fantasy. Being in his arms, her heart belonging to him, the
world… all the power, the money, his command and protection.

“I need you,” he said. “I needed you
yesterday. I need you today. And I’m going to need you tomorrow.
The storm outside will end, but another one will be waiting. It’s
just how life works.”

A silence entered the conversation. Their
eyes burned at each other. Nathaniel was still commanding Stephanie
and she knew it. He was testing her, seeing if she could identify
his needs. It was pretty clear to Stephanie what he wanted… he
wanted
his Steph
.

His wild sex vixen, someone to hold his need
in the palm of her hand.

Or in her mouth.

Stephanie stepped to the edge of the shower,
the water running, her body dripping. She moved to her knees and
reached for Nathaniel’s pants. She pulled at him with force, making
him step towards her. As she looked up at him, she licked her lips
and unzipped his pants. The zipper was smooth and her hand just fit
into the small opening. She ran her hand down the length of
Nathaniel over his boxers and then worked her hand into them. Her
fingers wrapped around his thick shaft feeling something that was
perhaps warmer than the shower.

She pulled at Nathaniel, working his cock
out of his boxers and pants, but when she did, her eyes broke their
stare from his eyes to his sex. Her tongue came forward and she
licked the bottom of his hard shaft, tasting his burning skin. At
his tip she swirled her tongue around him, savoring the fleshy
thickness and then let her lips slide over him. As she came down
her hand pushed at Nathaniel’s pants allowing her to grip him at
the base of his erection, holding him tight. Her lips, tongue, and
mouth did the rest of the work. She slid up and down his shaft,
moving with a pleasure filled motion, offering gentle pumps every
now and again with her hand.

Nathaniel groaned and put one hand to the
back of Stephanie’s head and the other to her shoulder. His grip
grew fierce on both, working her into a faster pace. She moved
with, her mouth on him, and she moaned when she needed to. The
water only touched her feet but the steam kept the bathroom hot.
Stephanie looked up at Nathaniel, straining her eyes to see him. He
stared down, his mouth slightly open. She’d never felt so wanted or
needed in her life before.

Seeing Nathaniel looking at her like that
made her move faster, wanting to taste him. Wanting to pleasure
him. Wanting to show him that all she needed was him. Forget the
business life. The executive talk and dream. None of it mattered
when she was in the sexual control of Nathaniel Anders. Being with
him was the only time she felt alive.

Nathaniel moved his hand from a grip on her
head to her hair. As she started to pull, Stephanie closed her
mouth as tight as she could, wanting to torture him. He let out a
deep groan as Stephanie came off his erection. She still held him
in her hand, waiting for the next command.

“Back in the shower,” he said. “You’re not
fully warmed yet.”

“I feel okay,” she said, which she really
did.

“I don’t care, I’m telling you what to
do.”

Nathaniel put his hand over her hand that
gripped his the base of his erection. He pried her hands off him
and backed up. Stephanie slowly stood back up, waiting to see
Nathaniel tuck himself away but that’s not what he did. Instead, he
pulled at his belt and smiled. As Stephanie gasped for air, she
watched as Nathaniel dropped his pants and boxers.

Fully naked, he stepped to the shower.

“Let’s finish warming you up,” he said and
stepped in.

(6)

His body was against hers, his toned muscles
working with her sultry curves. Her breasts fit perfectly with his
chest, her flat stomach with just enough room to breathe, feeling
his ab muscles when she inhaled. The best part was his thick
erection sliding down her went mound between her wet legs. It was
like a missile, well aware of its intended target.

Stephanie felt the definition of his shaft
pressing hard against her. Nathaniel had his knees bent a little,
letting himself into such a position. His left hand was against
Stephanie’s side, his thumb digging at her ribs, his strong fingers
on her back. His right hand moved up her wet body, up over her
breast, cupping for a split second, then his fingers opening,
allowing the palm of his hand to run along her sensitive nipple. To
her chest, her neck, and finally her face.

“Thank you,” Stephanie said as Nathaniel’s
thumb ran along her bottom lip.

“For…?”

“Everything. This moment. This lodge. Saving
me from the snow.”

Nathaniel leaned forward and placed his lips
to Stephanie’s. The kiss was calm and romantic, but when
Nathaniel’s cock throbbed against Stephanie’s slit, it was all
erotic.

He broke the kiss and said, “I’m not the
only one who saved something or someone this weekend.”

Stephanie sighed and Nathaniel took
advantage of it. His lips were back to hers, his tongue entering
her. She accepted the kiss and let her tongue battle Nathaniel’s.
It quickly became hot and Nathaniel needed to take control. His
hand left her face and slapped against the wall of the shower with
a wet slap. His other hand, gripping her side, tightened, making
Stephanie squirm. He pressed harder against Stephanie, forcing her
to step back until she crashed against the wall. It was a little
cool at first but nothing compared to the weather outside.
Nathaniel then straightened his legs, lifting himself thus lifting
Stephanie. She ended up on her toes, trying to balance with
Nathaniel’s thick member putting a ton of pressure between her
legs. She wanted him inside her…

“Oh, please,” she whispered. “Please…
please…”

“Yesw, beg me,” Nathaniel said. “Beg me,
like you did outside.”

Stephanie cried out. She tried to bite down
on Nathaniel’s lip and managed for a second before his hand came
back to her mouth. He squeezed her cheeks, forcing her to halt
everything. His stare was back to its cold, deadly stare. The water
pounded on both of them.

“Please,” Stephanie said. “I need you. In
me.”

“Of course you do,” Nathaniel said. “Now…
turn around, towards the front of the shower.”

Stephanie moved as directed. She bent
forward, placing her hands under the showerhead. That tile was
cold, making her fingers curl for a second and shiver, her mind and
body reminding her of where she had just come from outside. She
looked over her shoulder to see the waterfall of water hitting the
middle of her back and watched as Nathaniel stepped up to her.

His hands started at her lower back and ran
up to her shoulders, gently massaging her, staring at her the
entire time. Stephanie had never seen such a look before. A look
from Nathaniel that revealed protection, lust, regret, and the way
he moved on her body told Stephanie that he had, even if it was for
a second, a moment where he thought Stephanie wasn’t going to come
back to lodge. Dead or gone, she wouldn’t be back.

“I’m here,” Stephanie said.

Nathaniel’s eyes looked to hers. They were
wide, dark. His right hand moved around to her breast, cupping it.
His left hand came down and moved between her legs, his pointer
finger slicing along her slit and curling, penetrating her.

“Yes, you are,” Nathaniel said.

His finger dug deep for a second and then he
came forward with his erection. He touched her hole as his finger
slid out. Both hands were now at her hips, holding her tight, in
place, and with that, he thrust forward.

Stephanie looked forward and down. She
accepted Nathaniel, feeling him forcing deep.

It was exactly what she wanted.

And needed.

He held himself inside her body and let out
a groan. Stephanie’s eyes went to their feet. She looked at how
Nathaniel’s were positioned slightly behind hers and next to hers.
She watched as Nathaniel’s toes curled a little as he started to
pump her.

The sex went from hot to killer hot.
Nathaniel meant business and business was dealt in orgasms. He
moved in and out of Stephanie with a furious pace, a pace meant for
orgasms, and that’s just what Stephanie gave back to him. In the
matter of a minute, she felt herself throbbing and aching to come.
When her knees bent, Nathaniel told her
No
and lifted her
with his hands. He continued at her, not giving her a break. Her
body was still sensitive and achy from her morning, but Nathaniel
had a one track mind right now and Stephanie had to go for the
ride.