No Strings Attached

Prologue - Then

Dancing through the shallow waves near the shore, she yelled at the top of her lungs, head thrown back and the dark waves dancing around her waist as she giggled, trying to evade his outstretched hands as they reached for her in the salty water.

“Nate,” she yelped, as he caught the edge of her dress, pulling them both down into the sand, water lapping around them, soaking through their clothes, “You got me all wet!” Feebly, she struck his chest, and he pulled her arms above her head, pushing them into the sand with one of his own.

“Now, now Miss. Keller,” he drawled softly, drawing his lips over her neck, tiny frissons of white heat following his mouth as she gasped aloud at the contact, “Who’s in charge here?”

“Y ... you are, Nate – Sir,” she amended quickly, her body burning at such close proximity to his.

The waves felt like flames lashing up at her tender flesh, the heat that his gentle touch was drawing from every inch of her skin projecting out from her. His fingertips a blazing trail of need that tracked across the bare skin of her legs, she writhed against the coarse grains as he drew her legs open and around him, until he lay cradled between her thighs.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, against her breast, as he drew her taut nipple between his teeth through the flimsy fabric, and moved his fingers gently along the outside of her panties, nudging the tender, overwrought bundle of nerves at irregular intervals until she was crying out her frustration to the stars. “Tell me how wet you are for me,” he coaxed, “How much do you want me?”

“Oh my God, I love you!” she wailed helplessly, squeezing her thighs around his, trying to pull him closer to the centre of her body’s aching need – the rough denim abrasive against the tender flesh of her inner thighs, “I need you, Nate, please!” she begged unreservedly.

“So you’ll be my wife?” he breathed into her ear, still administering his devastating torture on her primitive senses, “You’ll run away with me, and stand up on a podium? Promise to love me forever?”

“Yes,” she growled, “I said yes, didn’t I? God ... Nate ... please!”

He moaned against her skin as her body moved seductively against his aching erection, and he moved to open the zipper on his jeans.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, honey, you know what,” he pulled his body from the confines of his clothes, and as ever, she marvelled at the sight of his proudly aroused maleness, biting her lip in concentration and barely hearing a word he said in the background of her X rated fantasies. “But you have to say it first.”

Rising up onto her knees, she straddled his body, her hands moving lovingly over the contours of his beautiful face. How was she ever this lucky?

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, “I want you there forever. I promise to love, honour and obey you until the very second that the breath leaves my body.”

Clasping the back of her panties, he tore them from her body, and gripped the back of her thighs, pulling her legs around him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he growled softly, “Nobody has ever loved anybody the way that I love you!”

And he thrust his body up inside her, kissing her passionately beneath the stars, as the docile waves licked at their joined bodies.