He thrust deeper. Shifted and stirred, hitting her every way he could without retreating.
“Yes, oh, yes. More. Don’t go. More.” Her words were broken, and he felt them vibrate against his lips as she said them. She wasn’t retreating, either. She kept every part of herself on him, and he realized he’d meant what he’d said.
This moment was better than nothing. Better than everything.
She pulled him even closer, her legs locking tight, her breasts pressed against his chest. It felt like an earthquake surrounded them, but it was his pulse and hers, hard and fast and in sync with each other.
“East…I’m coming,” she whispered. It wasn’t a clawing, gnashing kind of pleasure, it was calm and smooth and deep. He knew because he felt it wash over her. Felt it wash over him.
“Let me feel you, baby.”
She nodded and did. And it was the best damn gift he’d ever gotten. The first tremble of her arms and squeeze of her sweet core was all it took for him to follow her down. His own orgasm hit, and he twitched and pulsed as she milked him, and they carried each other through to the other side.
He’d never come at the same time as a woman before. And yet, part of him felt like he shouldn’t be surprised because everything with Natalie was different than with any other woman.
They stayed wrapped around each other for several moments. When her legs unlocked, he realized he must be crushing her and hoisted himself up onto his arms. But the loss of her skin against his was so chilling he almost fell right back on her.
She adjusted and he let her get all the way up. “Be right back,” he said, and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
When he returned, Natalie was sitting in his bed, combing her fingers through her hair, her pretty red bra back in place and her skirt smoothed down over her flawless legs. God, she was beautiful.
“Well,” she said with a sigh and patted the bed, “I don’t think the van keys are here.”
He smiled. He was still in his gym shorts and though his cock should be going back to normal, he couldn’t help but stay a little hard for the sexy, sassy woman currently looking so perfect in his sheets.
“You can have the van. I’ll get you the keys by tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” she said with a smile. When she moved to get out of his bed, panic washed over him. Like he didn’t want her to leave, not the moment and not him. Like he might never see her again…
A flash of the last time he’d seen his mother hit him hard and fast. Once she left, there was no getting her back.
He shook his head. Where the hell had that come from?
He didn’t know, but the heat of fear spread across his chest, and he held up his hand to stop her.
“Wait. You have to help me,” he said.
She settled back in his bed, still sitting up and facing him. “What do you need?”
“I need…” I need you. To stay. To just wait until this awful sense of abandonment leaves. He sure as shit wasn’t saying that. But he could say part of the truth, which was that he wanted her to stay. “Just sit there. Listen.”
“Okay,” she said slowly.
He came to the foot of the bed, and then it hit him—the excuse he’d been looking for.
“I have to practice my best man speech.”
“Oh!” she said, as if that made sense. “Well, I’m happy to be your audience. You know what they say if you’re nervous. Picture the audience in their underwear.” She glanced down the front of herself and held out her hands. “So I guess I’m kind of perfect.”
You have no idea.
“Yep,” East agreed and moved his palms together as if warming them, slowly pacing and trying to think of what the hell he would say in his speech. “So, I guess I’ll just start…”
She nodded, attentive, her back straightening.
“Ah, welcome everyone. Matt and Bridget just got married.” He paced some more. “Love is nice and when you fall in love…you get married…” He chanced a glance at Natalie, who wore an expression like she was witnessing a slow-moving car crash.
“That bad?” he asked.