“Nate.”
“God. I’ve waited forever to hear that. I want you to say it all the time.”
My eyes prickle with tears. I thought I was just putting a professional distance between us, nothing personal. But his tone says it was totally personal.
He pulls the other nipple in his mouth, his hand traveling south and pulling at my thong until it slides down my legs and lands somewhere, in some other country. Anticipation quivers through me as I’m completely exposed to him.
“You have too many clothes on,” I say, in a husky voice I don’t recognize as my own.
“Damn right.” He grins. “I’ve been working hard for this body.” He yanks the shirt over his head, then slips off his boxers. They, too, vanish into the background.
Oh my. His cock is stunning. Hard. Long. Thick. Ending in a plum-shaped head. The thick veins throb on the shaft, and I push myself up and lick the tip, needing to taste him—slick salt and Nate at his most basic.
He lets out a low groan. “Damn, Evie, you have to stop. My control is pretty good, but not right now.”
What? “Why not now?” I demand.
“Because I haven’t come in the last two weeks. Rosie just wasn’t going to cut it.”
The admission is sexy. Hot. Desire pulses through me, but more potent is the love I feel for him.
I cradle his face between my hands and kiss him with all the adoration in my heart. All the warm, soft, gooey emotions welling inside me. Our mouths fuse, the contact lushly erotic. I part my thighs, so there’s no doubt whatsoever in his mind that I want him—that I crave this intimacy between us.
One hand crushes my hair, keeping me close as though he’s afraid I might vanish. The other traces the curves of my body, exploring and learning the sensitivity and texture of my bare skin—every square inch.
I moan, letting him know without breaking the kiss that I love his touch. And that he’s making me so, so wet.
His fingers brush along my hips, then move closer and closer to the flesh between my legs. My breathing quickens, anticipation coiling. The pad of his thumb glides down my slick folds, starting from the clitoris…all the way down to the opening of my pussy and back up again. I shudder as pure bliss spreads through me. The taste of him, the feel of him is the only thing saturating my mind, my senses. I cling to him, my nails digging into his hard muscles. My God. He is magnificently male.
And all mine.
Thumb over my throbbing clit, he pushes a finger into me. The friction is sweet, but light. I clench around it, wishing it were his cock instead.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says.
“It’s been a while,” I say breathlessly. Whatever happened in Vegas doesn’t count, since we don’t remember it. “And I’m dying to feel you inside me. Can we do that now?”
The muscles in his jaw bunch. “I need to get a condom.”
“Why? You can’t get me pregnant.”
“Rubbers are for other things, too, and it’s different from Vegas, where we were too drunk to remember. I’d love to go bareback, but if you aren’t comfortable…”
I’ve never been with a man who’d think of my comfort and protection so much so that he’d forgo raw sex. If I’d ever had any doubts, this would decimate them.
I lay a tender hand on his cheek and brush my thumb over the intense frown on his face, the one he wears when he’s trying to focus and control himself. “I trust you, Nate.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “I’m clean.”
“I know. So am I.” I smile, so incredibly touched.
When he enters me, our fingers linked tightly, it’s like every light in the universe has come on. It feels so good to have him stretch and fill me. Better than anything I’ve ever had. Nothing else in my life ever made me feel this intimately connected to somebody. Or cared for. Or adored.
He watches my face as he drives into me, each thrust slightly different, and incredibly pleasurable. He changes the angle of his hips, and as he pushes forward, he does a grinding motion against my clit that makes me see fireworks, whimper and gasp and pray for more.
And he gives me more. His dark eyes glitter above me, and I open myself wider for a deeper penetration. I want to feel him all the way.
Blissful pleasure builds, runs through me, begins to ravage me. My eyes squeeze shut as I lose myself on a tide of ecstasy, and the orgasm breaks.