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| Isabella |

I giggled loudly as the elevator doors shut on us. Nathan's hands were already on me, pushing me back against the glass wall, his lips easily finding my shoulder. His laugh tickles my skin, his hands needier than usual.

It had been Rachael's idea to go out to that dance club, and while the dancing part might not have totally happened, the drinking did. I'd never thought, up till now at least, that Nathan would drink. He seemed too uptight for it, but I was slowly getting to know him in a way I never thought I would. He did refuse at first, but soon Hunter had convinced him and they'd both went off to the bar, leaving Rachael and I in the seating area.

That was when we decided to finish our drinks and dance. It only lasted a second though before we wanted to find the boys again, bored with no one to taunt from the dance floor. When we found them, they were talking so easily it shocked me. Nathan didn't seem uncomfortable or reserved or uptight. That's when I saw the bottle of scotch Hunter had ordered, and I realized maybe Nathan was friendlier when he'd had something to drink.

Many drinks later, we all said goodnight to each other and (because he couldn't bare to leave his car behind) Nathan had his driver pick us up and bring along another one of his staff members to drive the car home.

Now we were here, riding in the elevator up to his apartment, no longer able to keep our hands off each other. He was more needy when he was drunk, eager to kiss me and put his hands on my body. I gasp when his hand grabs one of my legs, hooking it around his waist so he can grind closer to me. His lips are feverish on mine, his tongue rolling easily in my mouth.

When we reach his apartment we stumble out, laughing again.

"I never drink this much usually." he mutters, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

"I know, I didn't expect this." I admit, tripping into his chest and he steadies me.

"Reminds me of my college days." he mumbles, grabbing my ass and pushing my body against his. I laugh loudly. Reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck as we move to the living room.

"You could still be in college if you wanted." I said and it was his turn to laugh.

"Why do that when I can start my own fucking company?" he asks, voice slurring a bit. I shake my head. I lean forward, kissing him deeply and pushing him back to the plush couch facing the beautiful view of the New York City skyline. I straddle him quickly, my lips meeting his again as I roll my hips lightly. He groans into my mouth, his hands on my waist to hold me over him.

"So needy." I mumble lightly, giggling as I kissed down his jawline.

"I can't help it when all you do is make me want you." he answers me, voice deep and rocky. I almost shudder at his words. He did the same thing to me, I knew exactly what he was talking about. There was something about us now, whenever we were alone together, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I sit up, grabbing his tie and yanking on it. He helps me undo it and take his jacket off in one swift motion. I rip his shirt open, touching his smooth abs.

"God, why is your body so perfect." I murmur, speaking more to myself than to him. He chuckles, sitting up and kissing my shoulder again.

"Your body is the perfect one." he answers me and I close my eyes, holding on to his hair as he continues kissing a path up my neck. I throw my head back a bit, giving him more access. His hands press my dress further up my thighs, until its around my middle and I am covered by nothing but my thin underwear. I groan as he presses me down against him.

"Nathan." I cry, making a fist in his hair as his kisses reach my chest. Everything we did was full of need and want. I couldn't get enough of him.

"I need you." he moans, pulling back, his lips swollen. I lean forward and kiss his lips, rolling my hips and he hisses. I keep up those motions, until he can't seem to take it anymore and flips us over on the couch. His movements become more forceful, more powerful as he pins my hands above my head.

"Oh god . . ." I whisper, my voice so airy I can't even be sure I heard myself. He kisses me again, and my hands begin to work his belt off, sliding his pants down his legs. He kicks them off. He then grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it off over my head in one swift motion. My bra is gone even quicker. Now all I can feel is him and his skin, and how smooth it feels on mine. He thrusts himself against me and I whine a little.

"Now, please." I beg and he chuckles, his lips running down over my chest, his hands also working me over. He wasn't listening, which was torture and also made this ten times better.

"Fuck." he says. And I reach down as he moves back up, kissing me. I grip him through his boxers, and he groans. "Yes." he mutters. "Touch me."

"Hmm." I hum, and I plunge my hand past his boxer band and his head falls against my shoulder, his groans echoing around me. I then push his boxers down, and hook my own fingers around my panties, kicking them off.

"So fucking tight." he mumbles, his lips messily meeting the nape of my neck and he moves his hips forward. His soft hair tickles me, and I run one hand up, behind his neck, into the base of his hair. The other clings to his back for dear life, feeling the hard muscle moving there. The feeling spreads to my toes, and my finger tips. He keeps moving, the force of it all never stopping.

"Oh god Nathan." I groan.

"Hold on baby." he moans, his movements changing, his hand falling between us and I squeeze my eyes shut, white specks flashing past my vision. He slows suddenly, changing to sharp, hard thrusts. "Look at me."

I can barely open my eyes, and when I finally meet his gaze, I see just how dark, dark blue his eyes have become. His expression is gentle as he watches me.

"I-I can't . . ." but he silences me with an earth shattering kiss. His hips still moving, and my finger nails rake down his back in an attempt to hold on a little longer. He groans at the feeling, breaking from our kiss.

"Go on baby, come for me." he says, and I gasp as he tilts my hips up, changing his angle as my ankles lock behind his back. I cry out, his name and a slew of curse words falling from my mouth as a jolt radiates through my whole body. I'm shaking, clinging to his back, my eyes shut as tightly as possible. "Fuck yes." he groans, one hand meeting my breast as he works it over, the other still angling my hips. He keeps moving, each thrust more calculated than the next, and all I can think is it's inhuman how good he's making me feel. The pinching in my stomach continues, spreading, spreading, until it peaks, making me cry out louder than I ever had.

He comes then too, his head falling into my shoulder, his groans mixing with my cries as he stills above me and shakes. I shiver, my body still tingling and hold on to him, my lips on his neck now, trying to help him along.

He curses loudly, the hand he used to steady my hip, slamming into the arm of the couch and gripping it tightly. While his other arm wraps around my shoulders and holds me steady. His body tenses as I continue to kiss his jaw line, clinging to him while he reaches his high. "Fucking hell." He shudders, his groans quieter as he comes down from his high and then collapses on top of me.

We stay still for a long time after, both of us quiet, unwilling and ultimately unable to move. His head rests on my chest, his breathing slow while I run my fingers through his hair and also breathe deeply. I'm still tingling all over, my body spent and I suddenly felt exhausted.

This time easily topped all other times. I don't know what it was, but that was the best I had ever had. He falls next to me on the couch, pulling my body against his.

"Holy shit Isabella." he mutters, leaning down to press our swollen lips together gently. He pulls back.

"That was . . . so fucking good." I say honestly, my voice still breathy. He laughs a little.

"Yeah?"

"Definitely." I sighed, reaching up to run my hands through his hair again.

"I loved how loud you were." he says softly and my cheeks flush immediately.

"Oh, well at least no one's around." I mumble and he smirks.

"They might not be so close, but I do have neighbors baby." he leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to my jaw and then my shoulder. "And I hope they heard you."

"Oh god." I mutter and he laughs again.

"Hmm, that sounds a lot like what you were saying before." he muses and I shove him lightly.

"Okay, you weren't too quiet either buddy." I say and he just looks at me with a devilish glint in his eyes.

"I don't give a fuck." he says. "Plus, you felt too good to stay quiet."

I giggle at his words, trying to ignore how dirty they were. Eventually we went upstairs, leaving the living room a mess. I hadn't realized just how much damage we did until I saw pillows and clothes everywhere, and a few things knocked over on a coffee table which had somehow been moved. We fell asleep instantly in bed, our bodies exhausted, but I'd never felt so content.

There was something more between us. I knew it. And I also knew he couldn't deny it anymore.

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Hello Lovely Readers!

Another chapter for you all! This one is a little more dirty than I usually write, but I thought I'd try it out. Tell me what you thought!

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- Keara Rose