Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

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Marisa

I was a moaning mess. My back arched against the wooden door where I was cornered by Nate as he worked his magic on me. I let my hands freely roam under his shirt to touch as much skin as I can. I opened my eyes to a blurry image of Nate and wondered how much drink I had in me to be able to do this. A sober and rational side of my brain was throwing red flags around whereas the drunk side of my mind was supporting my idea of sleeping with him. It was craving his touch as if alcohol has somehow given me a chance to finally be with Nate for one more time. And selfishly, I was grabbing this chance.

A loud moan escaped from the back of my throat when I felt him fill his hands with my butt cheeks. A feeling of satisfaction that I wore a dress filled me at this very moment.

After suggesting that we take our makeout session off the dancefloor, Nate was quick on his feet as he pulled us away from the club. Since he has been drinking, we took a cab to my place. Going to Nate's wasn't an option with him living in a big house aka mansion with more than 10 people walking around. My phone went completely crazy the moment I stepped into the cab with Sophia and Scarlett taking turns. At first I ignored the call and focused on Nate's hand on my body from where the cab driver could not see, but when it started being a distraction, I answered the call. I simply replied with 'I'm going home' and ended the call. However, I distinctly heard Nate talking to his brothers. I'm sure they'll inform their better half's, and tomorrow I'm not going to hear the end of it. But I'll worry about that later.

As soon as we reached, I rushed the both of us to my apartment. Before I could get a chance to open the door, I was pressed against it with Nate kissing me.

Our lips moved in sync as if they have their own minds and are aware of the other's taste and touch. I knew we had to take this inside before the neighbours complained about the moaning noise. I pulled away from Nate and turned around with my hands drunkenly trying to open the door.

Nate taking advantage of my stage, pressed me face front against the door. His hips pushed against my ass, giving away his erection. My movement of turning the keys stopped as his finger trailed from the side of my leg to waist and stomach. His other hand came from my shoulder to my neck, pushing it back to rest my head against his chest. He trailed wet kisses down my neck, my chest heaving with wetness pooling at my center. His large hand slipped down to my breast, squeezing and pinching them through the dress.

"I want to take you against this door, right here right now." He huskily whispered in my ears. A groan of protest escaped my lips as he moved back, putting space between us. Knowing that we can't do what he suggested, I twisted the keys and opened the door.

As soon as we were inside, I was yet again pushed against the door with a hot pair of lips against mine. His fingers lingered down my arms, holding the wrist and moving them above my head where he kept them pinned in one hand while his other hand tapped my thigh. Knowing the indication, I jumped and wrapped my legs around Nate's waist as he held me close to his body without breaking the kiss.

Wriggling my hands free from his firm hold, I curled my fingers at the back of his head, pulling at the strands so his face was titled towards me. The kiss was intense and passionate, moving faster with the fear of missing out. Nate pushed us away from the door and walked inside my apartment. He pulled away slightly to look for my bedroom and I took advantage of his distraction and kissed him down the throat. I licked at his adam apple, feeling the vibration as he groaned. The hands that were holding onto my thigh tightened at my action.

The door to my bedroom opened and before I could comprehend, I was thrown on the bed. I bounced once before settling. I watched with hooded eyes as Nate slowly gazed his eyes up and down my body. My chest heaving up and down and my legs clenching together to keep the wetness from leaking out.

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