Forgotten Truth (The Forgotten Series Book 1) (9 page)

“Bryer, you’re mine all night.” He reaches out for my hand.

“Nathan,” I say so quietly, suddenly bashful. I’m not entirely sure if he heard me.

“It’s okay. We’ll go slow.”

He pulls me into the bathroom and leans over to adjust the water in the large rectangular tub. The faucet is in the middle, allowing each person the luxury of leaning back comfortably.

“Look at this bathroom. Every girls dream.” I sigh.

“And you, baby, are every man’s dream.” He looks at me with hungry eyes as I start to undress. “Perhaps I can be of assistance.” Nathan removes my hands and kisses me gently as he unbuttons my blouse.

I watch his reaction while he enjoys the task. Once the blouse hangs open, he gently slides it down my arms and kisses my shoulder.

“God, you smell so sexy, Bryer,” he whispers as my blouse falls to the floor.

He unbuttons my jeans and slowly unzips them. I watch him watching me, and heat and passion crash into each other. He slides my jeans down over my hips and he kneels to take them off.

A desperate need grows between my thighs.

“Talk to me” he says while playing with my black lace underwear.

“You can have me any way you want.” I can’t control the quiver my body is consumed with, I want him desperately.

Smiling, he slides my panties down my legs. “I want you.”

Nathan stands and his lips glide over mine for only a sweet second. He takes my bra off with one quick flick. My breasts tumble from their confines and I watch him staring at me. My breasts are plentiful, and he reaches for them with both hands.

“Holy fuck.” He looks at me hungrily. If he only knew what his words did to me. Heat rushes to my face and spreads to every nerve in my body.

Putting a nipple in his mouth, he starts to suck lightly on one then kisses the other. My breath quickens and I moan out loud.

“Feel that, baby? Does that get you wet?”

“I’m a little hazy at the moment.” Although dazed, I notice he has all of his clothes on. “You’re dressed. We need to rectify this.”

He starts with his shirt then quickly maneuvers out of his pants. Within seconds, I’m looking at a god. His body is perfection. A sculpted eight pack. His chest is hard, I see the patch of chest hair lightly covering his impressive muscles, and my desire to touch it is overwhelming. So I do.

“Nathan, you’re a masterpiece.”

I glance down at his thick, hard shaft and know this will be an evening to remember. “You. Don’t. Disappoint.”

“Why, thank you.” He touches my hair and twirls it. “But I won’t fuck you here.” I look up. “I’ll take you in our bed.”

Jesus H. Christ.

I’m distracted by the tattoo that has been hiding under his clothes. It’s not what I would have expected. It’s a pair of hands praying over a wooden cross, and above that there are words. I reach up to trace them and read in a whisper while he stares at me. “Life is not forever. Love.” Beneath that, dates are written, and I assume these are his mother’s birth and death. Compassion is the only exchange between us, in this moment.

He takes my hand and I step in the tub. “Oh, the water is still very warm.”

“Yes, they have heated tubs, so it doesn’t cool down, ever.”

I sit at one end and watch this Adonis climb in and sit opposite me. As he does, I take in every succulent inch of his body.

My breasts are barely covered, and Nathan’s attention only fuels my need more.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says. “And sexy as fuck. You make me want so much.”

“I hope we want the same things, Nathan.” I feel an ache as I look at him.

As we sink down, he grabs my foot and lifts it out of the water. It rests on his thigh and he begins to massage it.

I moan. “That feels amazing. Do you offer a full body version?’

“Only on request.” No wonder he’s every woman’s wet dream. “Whatever turns you on, Bryer.” Even my name on his lips is filled with sex.

“I’ll start making a list.”

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby.” I like playful Nathan.

I want this man, and if I want to keep him, I have to be bold. I have to let my guard down and be the woman I know I can be.

“Nathan, let me touch you.”

I slowly make my way over. Now on my knees between his legs, I slightly spread mine. His eyes move to my swaying breasts.

“You’re perfect,” I say, looking into his eyes.

“Me, perfect? No. A sex god? Yes.” He teases.

I find his hard shaft and wrap my hand around it then move it up and down, keeping a laser focus on him as I do so. My lips cover the tip of his penis that’s exposed above the water, and my tongue circles his enlarged head.

“Oh fuck,” he cries out.

I must be doing something right.

His head flies back. “Bryer, you feel so good.”

I take that as encouragement and slide my mouth down his cock, going as far as I can till I hit water. I continue this for just a few strokes before he lifts himself so I have the option to take it all. His entire cock is so big I can’t take all of him, so instead I suck hard, which apparently still gives him pleasure.

“You look so damn sexy while I fuck your mouth.”

His words make me wet between my legs, and they drive me to move faster.

“You make me so hard,” he groans, and trembles as his muscle tighten.

My breasts skim his legs as my head bobs up and down. His hands find my nipples and he lightly pinches them. I’m completely turned on just by pleasuring him. His pleasure has become my pleasure.

My mouth rides his cock until my jaw is shaking. I wonder how long he can last. I love feeling this power over him. That it’s me that’s giving him this sweet torture.

“Oh hell, Bryer. This is so fucking good. You have to stop, or I’m going to come,” he moans.

I continue the assault on his cock, giving it my best effort. His hands grip my hair hard.

“Oh baby. I feel you. I’m gonna come. You’re so sexy with your lips wrapped around my cock.” He cries out as he thrusts deep into my throat, moaning my name loudly as he comes. “Jesus, Bryer. You’re very good at that.” His breath still unsteady.

“Am I?” I smile, knowing I want to do that all over again.

“In a very good way.”

He washes my hair. He’s slow and methodical but also sexy and intense. Then he allows me the same honor. It connects us, and I feel protected, safe, when he’s close. I’m terrified I’ll never want to let him go.

Nathan stands and reaches for a towel. “Come, baby.” He holds his hand out for mine.

I stand and he wraps me in the heated softness.

“Hmm…warm.” The comforting heat makes me moan, and I admire the view as he wraps a towel around his waist.

“Let me find something comfortable to put on before our food arrives,” he says. “I’ll give you a few minutes.”

I brashly reach up and kiss him hard, fully aware of where my mouth was just moments ago. He doesn’t hesitate and meets my tongue with passion. Then he leaves me to finish with my girly tasks. I towel dry my hair, knowing it will just curl.

Then I reach for my white gown. I got this as a sample from work. One of the reasons I love my job. It was mine the minute I saw it. It’s white silk with spaghetti straps. A low v-neck shows too much cleavage to go unnoticed. But my favorite part is the two-foot train that flows behind me. I feel like a princess when I walk and it follows. I slide it over my body in one fluid motion, and when I looked in the mirror, I feel beautiful.

Air catches the train and lifts it as I slowly walk barefoot down the long hallway. I enter the open living area where I see Nathan by our dinner cart, lighting a candle. His eyes meet mine and take a slow tour down my body then back up again. He doesn’t notice the lit match burning out.

“Oh hell,” he mutters as he drops the match and shakes his hand. I find humor in his clumsiness. It proves this god–like creature is human after all.

“Bryer,” he draws out my name. “You look like a goddess.” I smile and lower my head. “Come here, baby.” He motions with his finger. “You’re exquisite in that gown.”

As I meet him at the table, my eyes reach his. “Thank you.”

“You will be quite the distraction during dinner.” His eyes travel up and down slowly and he grins. “That gown is elegant, and so sheer I can see through it.”

I smile. “Is it? I was going for Hollywood glam.”

“Well, you achieved it. Now please have a seat while I still have the strength to have dinner with you, and not have you for dinner.”

He holds out my chair and I sit, then I watch him take his seat. Now shirtless, he wears black silk pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips, displaying pure perfection.

“I hope you like lobster, baby.”

“Who doesn’t?”

He lifts the silver lids and the dinner looks like a piece of art.

“Flowers, Nathan? You think of everything.”

“No, actually I don’t. This is a rare occurrence. Maybe it’s the company I’m keeping.” He smiles at me.

“I may be a bit smitten,” I confess. “Your thoughtfulness is impressive.” The yellow roses sit in a vase between us. They are my favorite flower, but there’s no way he could know that.

“I simply thought of you.”

“I’ve never—”

“Never what?”

“I’ve never been treated like this before.”

“Bryer, I’m completely in,” he says, making my heart beat like a kettle drum. “I want to prove it, show you.”

He pours us each a glass of wine, but he drinks water instead. “So tell me what your schedule looks like tomorrow, and what time the after party starts?”

“I’ll leave around seven-thirty in the morning and be at the show by eight. Hopefully I finish by five pm. But the party doesn’t start till seven, so I’ll have time to come back here and change, and we can go together.”

“That sounds perfect. I’m looking forward to having you on my arm tomorrow night.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be beating the women off with a stick with you on
my
arm.”

He shakes his head in modesty.

“Before I forget, my father asked me to join him for dinner next week. I told him I’d be bringing someone. I was hoping you would join me.”

Several things run through my mind when he asks me this. This seems soon, and meeting his family is a big step.

“Of course, Nathan. It would be an honor,” I say, instead of voicing my concerns.

“I know he’ll love you. I really want you two to meet.”

Love?

“Well, how could I refuse an offer like that? I’d love to go.” I smile at him, feeling anxious about this future meeting, but I keep that to myself.

“That was a lovely dinner, Nathan. Very special,” I say, but before he can reply, my phone rings. “I can’t imagine who’s calling. Sorry. I’ll be a minute.”

“Hello?” I sigh quietly. “Mr. Atkins. Yes, of course I remember. What time will be good for you? I can make that work. A drink? Now?” I wish my brain would think of the perfect thing to say on the fly, but that always comes to me later. “I’m sorry, but I have plans. I’ll definitely see you tomorrow. Yes, I’ll be there too. I agree. It sounds fun. Okay, we’re set. Thank you. Goodbye.” I end the conversation as quick as possible.

Turning, I see Nathan with one eyebrow cocked. “Work?”

“Yes. Mr. Atkins can be forward at times.”

“You think?” He sounds sarcastic. “Calling you well into the evening and wanting you to join him for a drink? I’m glad I’ll be escorting you tomorrow.” A look of possessiveness glitters in his eyes.

“Well, it’s not as if you have to pee all around me, but, yes, he needs to know what’s appropriate and what’s not.” I attempt a bit of humor. “Let’s enjoy our evening.”

“I plan on it, baby.”

“SIT.” NATHAN PATS
the couch beside him.

“You’ve started a fire.”

“I love fireplaces.”

“Yes. It’s on my top ten list.”

“Top ten? I’m afraid to ask.”

“The top ten things I want to do with you,” he says. “Hey, don’t judge.”

“Judge? Why would I judge? I think it’s sweet.”

“I beg to differ. It’s all about sex.” he teases.

“You’re right. It’s sexy. Now give me another one off the list.”

“Well, that depends.” He tucks a curl behind my ear.

“On?” I feel a little lightheaded from his touch.

“On how much you trust me.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Trust
.

His fingertips move up and down my arm ever so softly. It’s quiet. No music. All I hear is his breath and my heartbeat increasing by the minute.

“Allow me.” He sets his glass down on the tray placed on the ottoman and takes mine from my hand. His hand rises to my face and he softly strokes my cheek with his palm. Face to face, eye to eye. Everything intensifies. He searches my eyes for the answer. I’m sure he’s wondering where has this connection come from because I’m thinking the same thing. A fire burns in the pit of my stomach, and I know this will be more than just sex.

“I need all of you.” His lips slide over mine, teasing me. His tongue joins in and I open for him, receiving the hottest, slowest, sexiest kiss I’ve ever had.

“Bryer,” he whispers my name, lips barely touching we share a breath.

“You’re the sex whisperer.”

He breaks away and smiles. “I thought I was your sex god?”

“That too, but I like discovering this side as well,” I murmur, still in a haze from his kiss.

“And which do you prefer, baby?” he whispers against my lips.

“All. I want it all.”

He breaks away to make eye contact and those heated baby blues are dark with passion. “Everything about you turns me on.” His hands bury in my hair. “Let me make something perfectly clear. I don’t share. After tonight, it’s you and me.”

“Just you, handsome.” When one dimple appears, I kiss it.

One finger slides under the strap of my gown and it falls down as he kisses my neck. His tongue runs from my shoulder to my ear. “Nathan, you’re accomplishing so much with so little effort.”

He smiles against my neck. “It’s you.”

He skims my breast with one finger and my nipple beads instantly. Once he sees the effect, he takes his two fingers and gently squeezes and rolls it until he can see it clearly through my gown. Then the other receives this same torture.