Briefly, our eyes met, and I saw the desire he had for me. There was no question at all that Nate wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. My hands ran up and down his chest as I moved my lips to his neck and kissed him gently up and down.
“Thank you,” I spoke softly.
“For what?” he whispered.
“For making m
e feel normal again.”
“You’re not normal though. You’re extraordinary,” Nate said as he stood up with me in his arms.
His hands held onto my ass as he flipped me around and laid me down onto the couch. His lips moved to my chest and teased me as he kissed down and around my shirt before grabbing it with his hands and pulling it up and over my head.
Nate was gentle, each touch and movement preceded by kissing. He didn’t move quickly and allowed me to get comfortable with each part of my body his lips touched before pulling my clothes off. I loved every moment of it.
Something deep down had given me fear that I would never want another man to touch me. But I wanted Nate to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me and show me his passion more than I had wanted anything else in the last few months. His lips felt like they were giving me power as they touched me, and all I could think about was wanting more and more from him.
Nate was gentle and kind and nothing like any man I had ever been with my entire life. He didn’t rush to thrust himself inside of me. Instead, his touch enticed me and showed me love like a true gentleman. My eyes were closed except for a few times when I peeked at him to see where his kisses were going to go next. One of those times he looked right at me and our eyes caught each other’s. Nate shone a mischievous smile as he let his lips move down to my thighs and spread them apart. I closed my eyes again as the pleasure he gave me brought me close to exploding with desire.
“Yes,” I whispered to him as I pulled him up on top of me. “Yes.”
I reached down and grabbed his pants and started to unbutton them. I wanted Nate inside of me. I wanted to feel the passion we had for each other and the feeling was one hundred percent mutual. Nothing about the moment had me nervous or scared. All I wanted was to feel the pleasure of our two bodies as they made love.
Nate didn’t wait another moment as he pressed himself into me, and I moaned out in delight. His thrusts were smooth and deep, and I felt my body rumbling almost instantly. I couldn’t help it. With only a few thrusts, I screamed out in pleasure and wrapped my arms tightly around him.
For months, I had gone through a loneliness like I had never felt in my life. Yet there I was with an amazing man and we were making love as if we had known each other all of our lives. The moment was beautiful and one of the most memorable of my life.
Being with Nate felt comforting, safe, and erotic all at once. I couldn’t have asked for a better man to make love to after going through such a horrible experience with being kidnapped. Nate had come into my life at just the right time, but I knew he would be leaving soon, and that brought horrible sadness to me.
Chapter Twelve
NATE
I didn’t mean to give into my desires for Ana, but my body just couldn’t hold back once she kissed me again. Having her body under mine felt more comfortable than I was used to. I wanted her, every last inch of her. Nothing in my head said that the moment was wrong at all; it was right. Even with me leaving in a few days, it didn’t matter. We both wanted each other and we were both adults.
“What’s that?” Ana asked as she looked at the stack of papers I had thrown on the coffee table.
When I first arrived back at the house, my first instinct was that someone had broken in. The feeling in my gut was horrible as I ran up the steps and into the living room. I tossed my papers onto the table and scared the raccoon that was pillaging through the garbage.
I still hadn’t been convinced that the raccoon had let himself in, though, and I screamed out for Ana. When she didn’t respond, I thought for sure she had been kidnapped again. But as I looked around and noticed that nothing else was out of place, I started to calm down. Except I still couldn’t find her. That feeling will forever be one of the worst I can remember: Ana missing.
We were friends and really nothing more, but for a split second, I felt so responsible for her. It was as if she was mine and I had left her behind to get kidnapped again. I hated the feeling of dread that had come over me and was so grateful that she had just been hiding in the closet.
Her touch was genuine and warm, and it made me forget about any promises I had made to myself to avoid her. I needed Ana. I couldn’t avoid her or try to turn her down. I needed her.
“It’s my research for my trip. Do you want to look it over with me?”
I was actually joking about having her look it over with me. We were both naked and curled up on the couch; it certainly wasn’t the best time to be looking over boring maps and blueprints. But Ana surprised me by sitting up and pulling the papers toward her. She looked intently at them as I slipped my own clothes back on and grabbed us some coffee.
“This all looks familiar to me, yet I’m not sure,” she said.
“That blueprint is for the Resolve Oil building and the street maps are a bit old, but those are the main streets in Damascus.”
Ana looked puzzled as she examined the blue print of the building. She looked so intently at it that I felt like she knew what she was looking for.
“I’ve been here. This is the building my father worked in. I know this place!” she said excitedly.
“Really? Are you sure?”