Be With Me in Silicon Valley: The Juliette Trilogy (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

high as we walk the three blocks back to my place. Silently, I pray Cassie isn’t home. Pulling out my house keys, I let us in. Immediately Nate blocks me against the wall, kicking the door closed with his foot. One hand is on the wall next to my cheek, the other is on my waist pulling me tight against him while his lips meet mine. He kisses me hard and deep, my groin throbs, his mouth tastes like wine, his tongue is strong and demanding igniting a fire down my core. My hands are flat against the wall behind me as I tilt my head up into the kiss.
    Moaning into his mouth he releases the kiss as he whispers, “I want you.” Lifting my hands to his shoulders, I reach up, pulling him back into me, reigniting the kiss. My stomach is smashed against his core. The condo feels cold, I just want his warm skin next to mine. Reaching up, I pull his jacket off his shoulders. Responding, he releases my waist from his grip, pulls his hand out of the jacket arm, places that hand on the wall, moving his weight to the other side as he shakes off his jacket letting it drop to the floor. We continue to kiss deeply for a few more minutes.
    At some point, he takes a deep breath releasing our lip lock and rubbing his cheek against mine. Rocking back on his heels he pulls my coat down my arms. Maintaining eye contact, he pulls me in tight again. His hand is on my lower back searching for the bottom of my sweater. Pulling his shirt out of his pants with both of my hands makes it easy to find his warm skin. At the same time, his hands find my back. In unison, our palms stroke the skin of each other’s back. He releases my lips, moving his head to my ear. In his gravely sex voice he says, “I don’t want your roommate walking in on us, can we move to your bedroom?” My heart thunders in my chest as he sucks on my ear lobe, making me noticeably shiver. Raising my chin, he rains kisses down my neck.
    Trembling from sexual energy, I release him, step back. Staring into his eyes, I grab his hand and lead him to my room.
    The window shades are up, shedding a soft gray light from the street lamps onto the bed. Nate pulls me to him by our connected hands. His mouth meets mine for another deep kiss. His hands are back under my sweater. His palms feel warm as they caress my back, I feel him release my bra. My stomach rolls from excitement. Reaching my hands to his front, I start unbuttoning his shirt, feeling up from one button to the next. His hand moves from the skin of my back under my released bra to my left breast causing me to gasp into our kiss. He holds the weight of my breast in the palm of his hand, then moves his hand so his thumb can massage my nipple. As the top button of his shirt releases, I place both my hands over his diaphragm, moving them up so I can feel the contours of his pecs. He must lift weights since they feel so defined. Gently, I move my fingers through his chest hair. His heart thunders under my palms. He pulls away from my lips. We both are breathing like we just sprinted a hundred meters. His eyes are glued to mine as he grabs the bottom of my sweater and pulls it up; I find myself lifting my arm so it comes off easily. He looks down at my chest, barely covered by my bra. Gently, he drags his fingertips, one on each side of my neck, down my shoulders and arms gliding my bra straps to roll down. As my bra drops to the floor, I shiver from his light touch, searing eyes, and the cold air. Leaning back for a better view, his pupils get large as he stares at my breasts which rise and fall with my deep breaths. Grabbing the waistband of my jeans with his index finger, he pulls me towards him. Our mouths crash into each other for another deep kiss. His hand is on my breast, massaging it, flicking my nipple with his thumb, twisting and pulling it with his fingers. His free hand undoes the top button of my jeans. My groin is pulsing hard, craving friction. With both hands I’m undoing his belt, the top button on his pants, and