His thrusts became deeper, almost jerky, then I felt his thumb swirling around my clit, pushing me over the edge. “Trisha, let me feel it, baby."
The deep tremors started low, then the orgasm washed through me, shaking every muscle as I screamed into his mouth.
Nate's hips and thighs tensed, slamming into me deeper, faster, for just another moment before he clutched me, almost convulsing. Even through the condom I could feel his heat bursting inside me, his satisfaction just as amazing as mine.
He was still shaking as he murmured, "I love you, Trisha. I love you so much."
Gasping, I managed to whisper, "I love you." The words I’d thought so many times long ago seemed perfectly natural now.
Nate collapsed on top of me, holding me so tight I had to fight for air, but couldn't bear to push him away. After a minute, he slipped out and rolled to the side, clutching me against him.
Our breathing was perfectly timed together. Chests rising and falling, completely in sync. “Now I finally understand what half of those sexy songs were about,” he grinned. Then he kissed me gently, murmuring, “Thank you, beautiful.”
“What do you mean?” I was drifting in a haze of pure happiness.
“Please don’t freak out.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I just couldn’t imagine being that close with anyone else.”
He had waited for me.
I blinked, then choked back a gasp. My floaty bliss was instantly grounded by the depth of the importance of this event. We were now bonded, somehow. Maybe that was silly, but I felt it.
“I… Um.” My head swam. He must have had women throwing themselves at him at every show. This wasn’t natural male behavior in the slightest.
“Shh, no freaking,” he said softly, stroking my back. “I wasn’t going to bang some fan . The thought of that is creepy. And I never clicked with anyone else, not even for a second.”
His thumb coasted slowly across my eyebrow, around my temple, along my cheekbone. “I need you. You need me. You’ve always known that you can trust me. We’re just going to have to figure out the details. And we can go slowly, at your pace. Any way you like.”
Nate’s eyes were softer now. But I caught the slight flicker of nervousness.
“Okay.” There wasn’t much else to say. It felt like my life had just taken a sharp turn, that would have terrified me if it had been anything or anyone else.
Having my path suddenly swerve back to Nate was right. Even though there was no way that I could possibly live in his world. He looked so hopeful. I couldn’t crush this dreamy moment with reality.
Chapter Eighteen ~ Nate
* Hotel Coffee *
I was accustomed to waking up in strange hotel rooms at strange hours. It took a blink to realize that for the first time ever, I wasn't alone.
Trisha was curled against my chest as if she never intended to leave. My arms were holding her gently, my right hand cupping her soft, round ass so naturally. Brushing the top of her hair with my lips, I felt incredibly grateful that our unusual paths had finally led us here.
Then I looked down to see her warm hazel eyes staring up at me. Her adorable smile quirked up those sweet pink lips in the instant before I kissed her.
I heard a tiny sigh, then her hips moved slightly. I wasn't sure if she was just wiggling her body awake, or whether she was shifting away from my morning wood.
"Hey, how do you feel?" I asked gently, sliding both of my hands up and down her back.
“Morning groggy but great. And you?"
"I feel amazing. And lucky."
Her delicate fingers trailed along the edge of my face before she tenderly kissed my lips. “I'm the lucky one," she said. Then she grinned. "I'm positive that you need coffee right now."
"I was thinking about it, yeah," I chuckled.
"Or should I take care of this first?" she asked, trailing her fingers down my stomach toward my erection.
I grabbed her wrist to stop her. "As much as I would really love to, are you sure you're up to that so soon? I don't know whether lady parts need to rest, or heal, or whatever."