against the wall.
“I take it all back,” he murmured in a hoarse, barely audible voice. “If Tessa can pull that trick off even half as good as you just did, Ian is going to owe you big time. For life.”
Julia laughed softly, even as she began to unbutton his shirt and nuzzle her face against his bare, damp chest. “Well, even though tonight wasn’t your birthday, I figured you deserved a special treat anyway. I felt a little bit guilty for sharing your favorite move with Tessa.”
He kissed her softly, tasting the blended flavors of their male and female essences on his tongue. It made for a heady, almost aphrodisiacal combination. Nathan smiled ruefully to see the mess he’d made of her hair, and how her dress was still shoved up almost to her waist. He didn’t have to look at himself in the mirror to know he was even more disheveled, with his pants still tangled around his ankles, his shirt clinging damply to his heaving chest, and his own hair likely sticking up in half a dozen places.
It was almost always like this with the two of them, however, he thought with a wicked grin. The sex was always hot, usually more than a little dirty, and starting to edge a bit towards the kinky side as well. Most of the time, Julia really, really liked it when he bossed her around in the bedroom, and especially the occasional encounters when he might bind her hands together with one of his ties, or blindfold her with a silk scarf. He hadn’t been kidding earlier when he’d told her that the two of them had already checked off a whole bunch of his sexual fantasies.
And while she was more often than not willing to cede him control of their sexual encounters, there were certainly numerous occasions when she took charge, and it was always a wild ride when she did. He loved both sides of her equally – the sexy submissive and the delectable dominatrix. She was the perfect woman, both in and out of bed, and he thanked his lucky stars several times a day that she was his. And in less than two months, she would well and truly be his – his bride, his wife, his partner for the rest of their lives together.
Julia gave a little squeal of surprise when Nathan gave her a fierce, almost possessive hug, and then buried his face against the side of her neck.
“I love you, Julia,” he told her, the passion evident in his voice. “So damned much. Sometimes I don’t think mere words can begin to tell you how much.”
“I know,” she replied softly, her hand stroking the side of his face. “You show me how much every day, Nathan. I feel loved every minute that I’m with you. And I love you, too, baby. Though I’d love you a lot more if we could get up off this wood floor and into our bed. My ass is starting to get sore.”
He gave a shout of laughter, and swiftly stripped off his clothing before standing and helping her up off the floor. Julia promptly presented him with her back, indicating her zipper. “Do you mind?”
Nathan’s hands smoothly lowered the zipper past her waist. “Mind helping you take your clothes off? Only when I’m dead and buried, baby. And what the fuck are you wearing anyway? Jesus – you’ve been wearing that all night and didn’t tell me?”
The sheer ivory garment that he had assumed was a slip was in actuality some sort of one-piece, strapless confection with a wired bodice. Her tits were almost spilling over the low-cut top and she looked a hundred times sexier than any lingerie model could ever dream of doing.
Julia gave a careless, flirty little shrug. “Hey, it was your idea to stay and have an extra beer with your buddies after that baseball game this afternoon. You couldn’t very well expect me to wait until you got home before I started getting dressed, could you?”
Nathan growled in response. “Especially since you knew we’d have been running late – very late – if I’d seen you in that – what the hell do you call that thing anyway?”
“It’s a strapless garter slip,