them wide, holding her open to him. He refused to let her move, pinning her down with his mouth and his hands. Her breath came in wild pants as she tried to control her spiraling world. She knew that Nate didnât want her to be controlled or quiet. He wanted wild shouts and reckless abandon.
âOh god.â Chloe thrashed her head from side to side. She was helpless to do anything but feel and Nate brought her to the cusp of release with every slow, methodical pass of his tongue. âOhgod ohgod ohgodâ¦â A cry that was half pleasure, half frustration built in her chest. âI want to come, Nate. I need to. I want you inside of me.â
âNo.â The word vibrated over her clit and she shuddered. âI want you to come on my tongue.â
His words were the final push. Chloe toppled over the edge and Nate buried his face between her thighs, lapping unmercifully at her pussy as she came. He held her legs wide and every inch of her body quaked violently as wave after wave of intense sensation stole over her. Chloe cried out, deep sobs of pleasure that left her throat raw and dry. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, a violent storm of passion and sensation that left her weak and shaking.
Nate brought her down slowly, soft easy passes of his tongue that were goddamned luxurious. Chloeâs body went boneless. She wouldnât have been able to move if sheâd wanted to. âI think itâs your turn,â she murmured on a deep sigh. The thought of taking Nate into her mouth stirred her flagging desire.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, downward to her knees. His kisses brushed the side of her knee and Chloe squirmed. âThat tickles.â
Nate smiled against her skin. âOh yeah? Next time I might have to find where else youâre ticklish.â
âNope. I said itâs your turn.â She wasnât about to not reciprocate. Not after heâd given her one of the best orgasms of her life.
âLater.â He continued to kiss her. Warm, wet passes of his mouth.
She guided his head up to look at her. âLater?â
âYep.â A slow smile grew on his full lips and Chloeâs breath stalled as she realized sheâd never seen him give a genuine, open smile before. Magnificent. âIf Iâm going to fuck you all night, I need to fuel up.â
Dear lord . Nate Christensen was going to be the death of her.
Six
âSo, Iâm assuming you donât live in Dallas.â
Nate couldnât take his eyes off of her. Heâd never met anyone like Chloe. His intensity had a tendency to scare people away. But she responded to it. Matched it, even.
âNo. I live in Sanger. Itâs a couple of hours away.â
âIâve never been there, but Iâm familiar. What does a newly moneyed billionaire do in a tiny town like Sanger?â
Nate took a bite of his cheeseburger and chewed. âRun cows,â he responded before washing it all down with a swig of soda.
âReally?â Chloe smiled. Blinding and brilliant as the sun. âYouâre a cowboy?â
âSort of,â Nate said with a snort. âTrying anyway. My ranch isnât big. And Iâm not a billionaire,â he said as an afterthought.
âOkay, a multimillionaire?â
He pursed his lips. âI wonât be that either, if I get my way.â
Chloeâs brows knitted. She swirled a fry around in her ketchup before popping it in her mouth. Sheâd devoured most of her BLT already. He wasnât the only one whoâd needed to tank up. âIs it true that you joined the Navy to get away from your dad?â
Nate cocked a brow. âDoing your homework on me, Miss Benson?â
She averted her gaze and shrugged. âPeople talk.â
âOnly in certain circles.â
âWith my line of work, I have a tendency to butt into those circles.â
Nate laughed. Chloe certainly wasnât the sort of woman who