Desperate for more, I pull myself up against him, only to have him push me back down, not liking the idea of me moving around. “Please,” I beg, desperately needing to feel him under my body as after the surgery, he’s been treating me a little too precious.
He shakes his head and I see the wild need within his eyes and know without a doubt he’s craving it just as much as I am. “No,” he tells me, clearly have a shitload more self control than I do. “I can’t. Not yet.”
I swear, in this moment, I nearly break down and sob. “Please,” I whisper into the dark room. “We’ll go slow.”
“No, babe,” he says again. “I can’t be inside you and not give you what you need.” I let out a sigh, knowing a lost cause when I see one, but then he goes right ahead and surprises me as he rolls on top of me, being careful to prop himself up on his elbows. He pulls away from my lips and makes his way down my body.
My eyes practically roll back into my head with overwhelming anticipation of pleasure as he looks up at me with that wolfish grin I love so much. He tugs down my pajama shorts and slowly spreads open my legs like a buffet.
He wastes no time.
His tongue is on me a second later, sending a bolt of electricity up through my body and making me gasp out at his touch as I weave my fingers through his dark hair. That gasp is quickly morphed into a low moan as he continues working my body, which is what he does until my moans are turned into me calling his name while he rocks my world.
My fingers clench into his hair and I feel his grin against my skin, proud of his work as my orgasm sends me into a parallel universe.
My body relaxes into the bed as I come down from my high and try to calm my racing heart. Nate climbs back up my body and kisses me once before falling to the bed beside me with a smirk the size of Texas.
I push his shoulder and can’t help grinning back at him as I roll towards him and kiss him. I reach down between us, desperate to feel him beneath my fingers. He catches my hand in his, just like he’s done every other time this past week and shakes his head. “Not until you’re better, babe,” he says for the millionth time. “I promise, when you’re better, you can do whatever you want to me. In fact, I welcome it.”
Wicked thoughts start circling my mind and I look to Nate with a grin. “Whatever I want?” I question.
His eyes widen just a fraction before they narrow on me. “Whatever you’re thinking, the answer is no. Unless it’s kinky. I could get kinky.”
I burst out laughing and he smothers it with a kiss, not wanting to draw his parents’ attention to the fact we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for the past two months. “Come on, Tora,” he murmurs against my lips as his arms wind around my waist. “It’s late. Go to sleep.”
“Alright,” I groan, giving up on the hope of touching his body, though, at least with him here now, I won’t have a problem finding a peaceful sleep.
My eyes grow heavy and sure enough, I drift off into a peaceful, well needed sleep.
Chapter 11
My phone screeching to life has me jumping awake in Nate’s arms. “What the hell?” I groan into the darkness as I reach across to silence the call, only my arm freezes mid-air as I squint at the bright phone and make out the caller ID. “Mom?” I question.
“What is it?” Nate murmurs behind me in his sleepy tone as he tries to pull me back into his chest.
Why the hell is Mom calling? She knows it’s the middle of the night here.
I grab the phone off the charger with a yank and quickly hit answer. “Mom?” I say as soon as the phone touches the side of my face.
“Tora?” she demands. “What’s going on? Where are you?”
“Huh?” I grunt. “I’m in bed.”
“Where?” she rushes out. “Are you at home?”
“What? No. What’s going on?”
Nate props himself up on his elbow behind me as I turn to look at him with my eyebrows pulling down in confusion. I hit speaker so Nate can hear what this is all about. “Your dad’s phone has been blowing up from the security company. They’ve detected activity at home. Someone’s there.”
“What?” I gasp as my eyes lock on Nate, who’s suddenly flying out of bed.
“Are you sure you’re not home? Did you forget to set the alarm?” she questions again.
“Yes, mom,” I say, trying to ease her worry as Nate rips his jeans back up his legs. “I’m at the Ryder’s place. The alarm is definitely set. Remember, I changed the code and all.”