Free Natasha's Awakening by J. A Melville Page B

touch. ‘Will I ever get tired of him?’ she thought to herself.
    As his fingers trailed lightly over the soft skin of her stomach, Eric looked up at her. “How the hell did we go so long before doing this? You’ve worked for me for almost a year and nothing. If I’d known it was going to be like this, I’d have asked you to come away with me months ago. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. One look, one touch and it’s like throwing a lit match into a fuel can. We just go off with a bang.” Eric grinned.
    Natasha reached out trailing her fingers down his face, over his chest until she reached his penis which nestled quietly against his balls and Eric’s hand came out to halt her wandering hand.
    “Oh no you don’t baby. I think you need a break or you’re going to get sore and much as I love being inside you and a part of me even likes the idea of you being sore because I’ve been inside you over and over again I think Miss Insatiable that you should curb that appetite and concentrate on your other appetite. That’s what I actually intended asking you before you took advantage of me, was whether you wanted to dine in the hotel’s restaurant tonight or order in and eat in our suite?” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “If you keep taking advantage of me, I’m going to need food to sustain me woman or you’re going to kill me at this rate.” He joked.
    Natasha punched Eric lightly on his arm. “I’ve taken advantage of you? You need food? I seem to remember someone dragging me out of the restaurant without food last night Mr. You call me insatiable but I didn’t hear you complaining.”
    Eric gave her that lazy, sexy smile of his. “Well, how can I resist.” He said, his hand sliding up to cup her breast and he watched as her nipple tightened and hardened under his touch.
    “Oh no YOU don’t.” Natasha warned. “If we’re going to prove to the hotel staff that we’re still alive, no more of that for now.” She said, pulling his hand away from her breast. “I’m going for a shower.” She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. When she glanced back at Eric, he was lying there, watching her with a glint in his eyes.
    “Oh no.” Natasha warned. “Alone this time or we’ll never get out of here, and I’m starving.” She said, rising gracefully to her feet.
    With one final look at Eric lying on the bed, limbs sprawled out, looking relaxed and satiated, Natasha headed off to the bathroom to have her shower.
    Natasha would have liked to linger under the warmth of the twin shower heads, but she didn’t want to risk Eric coming in to see what she was doing, which would have the real possibility of delaying their departure to the restaurant as she had no control once Eric was close to her and using his considerable charms on her.
    Even when he didn’t try, just being physically close to him, made it impossible for her to resist him. She shut off the water, reaching for a clean towel, and began drying herself off before taking the towel and wrapping it around her wet hair.
    Reaching for one of the thick robes hanging on the back of the door, Natasha slipped into it, tying the belt firmly at her waist before she left the bathroom. Eric was still sprawled out on the bed and Natasha tip toed quietly over to the bed to gaze down at him. One arm was flung over his face, covering his eyes, he was asleep.
    Natasha backed soundlessly away, pulling the towel off her head and dried her hair as thoroughly as she could. She then snuck back over to the bed, with the wet towel in one hand, balled it up then threw it at Eric. It landed fair and square on his head and he jumped, his body bucking up in reaction.
    “Damn.” He was galvanized into action, sitting up, dragging the wet towel off his head.
    Natasha burst out laughing and Eric growled at her, leaping off the bed and made a lunge at her. She leapt back, turning and running back towards the bathroom. Eric took off after her, catching her,