Malice

-4

-Reagan-

There was nothing more I wanted to do than Nathan Monroe. Having knowledge of Johns affair only fueled it more. My agile fingers undone the buttons of his shirt now, one by one. The beautiful tan, tatted landscape of muscles and tight abs were a treat. The way his jeans hugged low on his hips made my entire body heat up. If I could just get that damn button undone and open that zipper...After his top was gone, I glanced up at his handsome face. Nathan was smiling down at me, almost smirking. "What?" I asked. The word was almost winded.

"Slow down, Darling." Is all he said, before he took me face into his hands. Here I was, undressing the guy and I hadn't even kissed him yet. I blushed at the realization that was soon forgotten when he leaned down and took my mouth with his. I took noticed of everything I was feeling; the steady, hard rhythm of my heart, the flutter in my tummy, the gentle sweep of his thumbs along my jaw. The liquid kiss was long, held promise of fulfillment and a whole lot of lust surged through me. His lips were firs and so male...lips that knew exactly what they wanted.

Finally the quietest whimper came from me when he pulled me closer, pressed me against his arousal. I felt like I was breathing through a straw when his lips journeyed down, to kiss the slender column of my throat and his fingers dipped into my curls.

Okay, surely this was torture. I was far to distracted by what his mouth was doing to notice we were at the bed until the back of my thighs bumped into the mattress. "Ladies first."  His voice was husky and grabbed at the hem of my red dressed. Very compliantly, I raised my arms in aid and he pulled the material off with ease.

I remembered then, the first time I'd ever gotten naked for John. I had been shy about my body and he'd assured me I was perfect. I had thought the entire experience had been magical...Except now my husband wasn't like that anymore. John wanted a fuck and that was it. I'd be lucky to spend an hour in bed with him.

And here I was, in my French cut panties, nylons and heels, feeling like I owned the world. The way Nathan was looking over me gave me all of the confidence I needed. But I wanted a little sample of him...or perhaps a big one. I already knew he would be my addiction and one I had no desire to kick.

Before I got the privilege, a phone started to ring. Nathan frowned down at me as if he'd never heard the noise a day in his life. Irritation threatened my own arousal as I watched him dig into his pocket and take a cell out. "Nathan Monroe..." He answered, looking past me at something...if anything. As he listened to his caller, I took it upon myself to do a little exploring; I ran my hands over the rigid muscles of his chest...so immaculate. A primitive male he was. I leaned forward and kissed along his chest...over his collarbone, leaving a trail of fire behind.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." He announced and I moaned my disapproval against his throat. How unfair. I was tempted to just take his bold erection into my palm, coax him to stay for a little while longer. When the call ended, Nathan slid the phone home and pulled me against him. My nipples were pert against his hard chest. It was enough to have me grinding my teeth. "I have to go. Duty calls. My first arson." He twirled a piece of my hair around his finger.

"Oh really? That's pretty exciting." I really wanted to make some cheesy joke about the fire he'd ignited in me being his first arson but refrained. He was the investigator not the accused.

"Not as exciting as this, I'm sure." Nathan kissed me then, softly, before he pulled away and went to the small closet. As he pulled on a black cotton T-shirt, I scooped my dress up from the floor. Sure, I was being ditched but at least it was for something important. Unlike my husband who did it to be with another woman. Not that you know Nathan isn't involved with other people. Look at him. "I'll call you. Maybe we can have lunch." There was Hope in those hazel irises that I couldn't resist.