Free The Mentor (Necessary Lies Book 1) by Alison Ryan Page A

what you imagined, Camilla?”
    He was so close that I could feel his chest rising and falling against mine. His cock was against my abdomen now, his shoulders and head above my own. I looked down, so scared, yet so ready to give him anything he wanted.
    “Yes,” I whispered. “It’s all I can think about.”
    He reached for me again, his thumbs circling around the peaks of my nipples now. I cried out, my hands traveling down to my vulva but he suddenly pulled them away, placing them against his chest.
    “Look at me,” he commanded.
    I stared up at him, into the face of Nolan Weston, the man of my darkest fantasies the last two nights.
    “You know this isn’t right,” he said. “It can’t mean anything.”
    It wasn’t what I expected him to say. It hurt me, to hear him say it, even if I knew it was true.
    “I don’t care,” I said. “I don’t care what’s right. I don’t care about anything at all except what happens now. Nolan, please.”
    He stepped back a moment, taking my heart along with him. I felt a rush of sadness and suddenly the worst thing happened.
    I started to cry.
    “I’m lonely, Nolan,” I confessed. “I just need to be touched. But only by you. It doesn’t have to be right or wrong. It doesn’t have to be anything more than this night. I don’t care about who you are or who my father was. I don’t care how old you are or how old I am. I don’t care about anything else but what I want right now. And what I want and what I need is a night with you. Just one.” I wiped tears from my eyes. “Unless I’ve disappointed you somehow.”
    I looked up at him and his expression was kind now, his eyes sad again.
    “How could you have ever disappointed me?”
    I shook my head, “I’m naked. Maybe you don’t like what you see.”
    He put his hand underneath my chin, made me look up at him. His eyes were intense, his voice serious.
    “I more than ‘like what I see’,” he said. “I like it too much, Camilla. I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”
    His mouth softly kissed mine, a gentle kiss that made my nerve endings go haywire. I was so hot for him that I couldn’t bear it.
    I ran my hands up his chest and neck, to his face. We stared at one another for a long moment, both of us knowing there was no way this wasn’t going to happen.
    “Just once,” I begged softly. “Have me just one time, Nolan. Take me somewhere else in my mind. Where all I know is you and I can forget about the rest. If I’m going to move on from all of this, let me have that at least.”
    I stood on my toes to kiss him but he picked me up instead, his massive arms enveloping me, pulling me in. His mouth was on mine now, much more assertive and aggressive. He kissed me like he’d been holding it back forever, kissed me like there was nothing waiting for him on the other side of his life, kissed me like I was the last woman he ever would.
    I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. He moaned against me and I kissed him more urgently so he wouldn’t need any reassurance that this was all I wanted in the world.
    He laid me gently down and was on top of me, supported by forearms like I’d never seen. He was all sinewy muscle and strength, and he made me feel like the safest woman in the world. And his gaze! I practically squirmed underneath the intensity of his eyes.
    “Have you?” he asked. “Before?”
    I nodded, “Yes. I wish right now I hadn’t. I wish I could be completely yours.”
    “You are,” he said. “For today and tonight, you belong only to me.”

Thirteen
     
    First, his mouth.
    It went from my lips, down my neck, pausing at my clavicle where it took a long sabbatical at my nipples, licking and sucking them as I moaned and desperately clutched the sheets around me, writhing beneath his touch.
    “You have the most beautiful breasts, Camilla,” he said. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of them.”
    I bit my lip, so