Winning the Heir Who Bullied Me novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

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Fun fact: every single time Nathan and I have made out or done anything…intimate, he’s held himself back. Even tonight, he’s held himself back.

I know this because as soon as I utter those two words-“Show me“-his control snaps.

He kisses me like a suffocating man desperately trying to suck in air. He slips his arms around me, pressing our bodies together, and I welcome his weight, heat building between our joined bodies.

His lips are branding irons, scorching my skin everywhere they press, liquifying all my internal organs, turning me into a puddle of need.

“Nathan,” I moan, arching as he sucks my breast into his mouth.

“I know, baby,” he mutters, circling my rock–hard nipple with his tongue as he massages the other breast.

I don’t think he knows. I don’t think he realizes that I might combust if I don’t find an outlet for all this need.

I slip a hand between us, and I feel him gasp around my nipple when I palm him through his jeans.

I bite my lip as my hands fumble with his belt and buttons.

“Here.” He shifts, and a shiver of anticipation runs through me at the sound of leather brushing metal–the slow pull of a zipper echoing

in the silence.

Belated, ridiculous shyness overwhelms me as my lust–fogged brain processes the fact that this is it. I’m about to have sex for the first

time.

And it’s with the boy I love more than anything–my first and God, I hope, my last.

I hear the thud of Nathan’s jeans hitting the carpet, and then he’s on top of me again. “Hey,” he smiles, so endearingly gorgeous.

I cup his face. “Hi.”

He eases his fingers under the waistband of my underwear. “I’m going to take this off now,” he murmurs. Not a question.

My mouth dry, I nod.

He grips the band, and my hips automatically lift, allowing him to drag my soaked panties down my legs.

My breath hitches, and I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood when I feel his warm breath hit the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs.

“Na-” My words dissolve into a pained moan when I feel his tongue flick out against my throbbing clit.

Sensation bursts through me, and I’m a writhing mess under him. He grips my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue presses against

my entrance.

Tears prick the edge of my eyes, white hot lightning racing through me from the point of contact.

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“Nathan.” My voice breaks. “Please.”

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Quench this fucking ache before I die.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, the vibrations against my skin sending yet another arctic bolt through me. “I don’t want to hurt you, so I have to prepare you.”

To punctuate his sentence, he slips a finger into me, and my hips buck against him, an embarrassing moan tearing out of my lips.

My eyes squeeze shut, and starbursts flare behind my lids,

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