Untamed (New York Unraveled #1)

Chapter Two.

NATHAN.

From the moment I'd entered the club, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I had no idea that without the reserved clothes she had worn to office, she would turn out to be such a feisty little flame.
After taking my usual place in the corner and ordering a scotch, I turned around to observe my surroundings, as was my habit. I preferred drinking alone and even though I had taken my fair share of ladies up in my private room, I'd never felt the need to keep them around longer than a night.
I easily spotted Karen Miles on the dance floor. It was hard to miss her when she was what every male creature with testosterone raging in his body was eyeing. She was dancing with a couple of girls, moving her hips in a hypnotic way to match the rhythm of the music. Her curves were perfectly on display in the skimpy clothes she was wearing, her tight little skirt sticking to her firm ass, displaying her legs that went up to a mile. I couldn't have guessed how silky her long auburn curls were in the bun she had been sporting that morning. But right then, they were flying wildly as she danced with her girlfriends.
A group of guys started to dance with them in a proximity that was making even me feel uncomfortable. When on of them tried to cup her ass, she elbowed him in the groin and made her way to the bar, heading straight towards me.
I had thought she was extremely hot from the moment she entered my office for an interview. But I have good self control, usually. I told myself she was out of bounds because I was going to give her the job. This helped me calm my junk down. But now, seeing her so vulnerable and responsive to my touch... Forgive me for being human.
I snaked my hand between her legs and grasped her inner thigh. She squirmed when my knuckles grazed the sensitive area between her legs. I could feel her wetness through the G-string barely covering areas that it should have been covering.
I picked her up as easily as a ragdoll and threw her on the bed. She tried to crawl backwards and I let her have the illusion that she would get away from me for a little while. When her shoulders hit the headboard, I climbed on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows.
Once she realized how futile trying to get away was, she grabbed my collar and pulled me down to her. Before I knew it, she had flipped us over so she was on top of me. As she popped open each button, she pressed a lingering kiss on my bare skin. Her hands were skimming along my chest, going down my abs until they were unbuckling my belt. Her smile against my skin made me realize that she had done what I asked of her- she made me stop teasing.
Damn no. I never lose. Especially not in bed. I have a major problem of being the one calling the shots in every part of my life, which includes sex. She wasn't going to saunter in with her ravishing body and drunken spunkiness and just render me helpless.
I grabbed her arms and hauled her up until she was straddling my chest. It took me one second to remove her top and flip us over again and this time she was pinned beneath me. "Oh no, you don't," I said when she tried to roll away.
I possessed her lips once again as I unclasped her bra and discarded it somewhere. This time, I took my own time in running my tongue down her baby soft skin as I rubbed the pad of my thumb under her breasts. I took one of the perky pink nipples in my mouth and watched her face as she bit her lip to hold back a moan. I paid the same respects to her other nipple, lightly biting it, and smiled with satisfaction when I felt her body give up the fight and surrender to me.
Her heavy sighs were like music to my ear as I ripped her skirt and G-string off and led my trail of kisses southwards. She was already dripping wet and ready for me. I was aching to be inside her but I had to make her writhe and admit defeat. There's no bigger victory than to tame the wild.
I roughly pushed my tongue in her mouth as I slipped one finger inside her. Her quick responses to my touch were making me throb. I had to feel her now. And when she moaned my name in my mouth, I almost came undone.
I pushed another finger inside her and pumped them in and out with an increasing fervor. Her tongue lapped at mine as she rocked her hips in rhythm to my fingers. When I felt her getting closer, I stopped, leaving her empty at the edge. She screamed in frustration.
"All you have to do," I whispered bewitchingly, "is ask nicely."
She sighed, her eyes squeezed shut as I began slowly moving my fingers in and out again. "Nathan..."
"Yes?" I said when she didn't reply and twisted my fingers. She felt so soft and warm.
"Nathan..." she said again, with a gasp this time.
Her soft vulnerable voice whispering my name was making my own eyes flutter shut.
"Nathan..." she whimpered. Her hands were unzipping my trousers urgently and slipping them down, freeing me.
"Tell me, baby doll," I said.
She took advantage of how I'd let my guard down and flipped us over so she was straddling my waist. Before I could retaliate or even realize what her plan had been all along, she angled herself on top of me so that I slipped inside her warm folds smoothly.
"If you don't, then I will," she said, baring her teeth in a smug but lustful grin.
I wrapped her hair around my fingers and pulled her down to me painfully so that our faces were a mere breath away. Inch by inch, she took me and I lost myself in the wanton pleasure.
"You know what bad girls get?" I growled.
"You?" came from her smart mouth.
Oh god, this woman was going to be the death of me.
I held her hips so that she was hanging in the air above me and took charge of the speed and rhythm. I mercilessly reamed her, knowing I was hurting her but not slowing down. A primal instinct had taken me over. I needed to feel every inch of her.
She didn't seem to mind me being rough either. In fact, as far as her heavy moans were any indication, it seemed like she liked it. She raked her fingers across my sides, digging her nails into my skin. Her eyes were closed and her lashes were falling across her cheeks.
"Karen, look at me," I said, my voice coming out raspy with ardor.
As soon as her gorgeous eyes opened into mine, I came undone inside her. I held her hand as we toppled over the edge and crashed and burnt in each other's carnal passion.
She collapsed over me, beads of sweat from her face dripping down to my torso. "You're tiring, human," she said in a sleepy voice, still slurring her words a little, "You're very tiring."
I chuckled, gathering her in my arms and tucking us both in a blanket. She snuggled closer to me, tucking her head under my chin and curling up like a fetus next to me. She looked so beautiful with her wild hair splayed over the mattress and her lips swollen from my less than humane treatment of them. Her skin glowed in the golden light thrown by the chandelier overhead.
"Stop staring at me," she mumbled sleepily.
"Go to sleep," I told her, rolling my eyes and letting my head fall down on the pillows beneath me. With her soft body pressed against mine, I drifted off to sleep way quicker than I had in the past eight years.