Nathan did not skip leg day.
He held one up triumphantly, slid it on, and then walked back to her. She liked the way he looked, excited and ready to go.
He kissed her as they tumbled together onto the mattress. The soft, poofy comforter cradled their bodies as they landed. Her legs wrapped around his, wanting to join with him.
His hand went to her belly, then slid south. She groaned as he pressed his fingers against her. He swirled his fingers, listening as her breath caught and finding just the right places to touch. Muscles tightened and her legs spread, giving him access to more of her.
He slid one finger first, testing the waters. She heard a groan and saw him bite his lower lip as he slid in a second finger. His thumb stayed out, strumming her like a guitar as his fingers explored.
“So tight,” he whispered, working magic with his entire hand.
Her brain fuzzed with hot lust. Her eyes fluttered and heat coursed up and down her spine with every thrust of his fingers. She wanted so much more, but she didn't dare ask him to stop. Not when it felt this good.
Her muscles tightened and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was surprised at how quickly she found her climax. Nathan made it easy. There was almost no effort needed because he turned her on that much. His touch, his scent, and the sexy sound of his excited breathing put her over the edge and into pure bliss.
She lay gasping, her legs twitching with the intensity of pleasure he'd managed to find so quickly.
“More?” Nathan asked, his smile smug and proud of what he'd just accomplished.
She pointed to his very impressive erection. “More,” she agreed.
He angled over her, his strong arms holding him above her. She looked up and into his brown eyes, seeing galaxies in them.
Slowly, so slowly that time seemed to hold its breath, he pressed into her. Completing her.
The first thrust was ecstasy. The second, heaven. She almost hated that he had to pull back in order to thrust again because it felt so damn good to have him inside of her.
She loved the way he groaned, the ragged way his breath caught as he filled her. There was a reverence, as if every motion of being with her was a little piece of heaven for him as well. Her hands went to his muscled back, reaching to pull him further inside of her. It felt like she could never get enough, even though she was full to bursting.
He kept a slow and steady pace, taking his time and exploring her. He dipped his head, his mouth finding her breast again, his hands exploring her curves as he worked his hips. Together, slowly, they worked towards climax.
It wasn't a sprint. It was a slow burn that slowly turned into a raging inferno. She'd never wanted someone this badly in her life. She needed him to explode into her. It was the only way to put out the fire raging inside. The fire that he had built.
Holly opened her eyes and found herself looking into heaven. Nathan stared down at her, sweat on his brow and desire in his eyes. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He looked at her like she was magical.
It was enough to send them both spiraling into beautiful oblivion together. Holly wasn't sure who came first. It didn't matter. They came together, their bodies finally finding the release they both desperately needed. He claimed her. It was primal and powerful, but she claimed him as well in that moment.
Time stopped and ceased to matter. Nathan was the only real thing in her world.
They shattered and reformed around one another. This was something special. It was more than just a shared sensation. It was a shared connection. Their eyes held, finding that they shared the same heartbeat.
This was magic.
Chapter 16
Nathan
Nathan woke to the soft sound of snoring.
He opened one eye, and found the most beautiful woman in the world sleeping next to him. Her head had fallen off the pillow, but her arm was draped across his chest. He smiled, watching her sleep for a moment.
He still couldn’t believe this was real. The connection. The way she made him feel. It was like fireworks going off inside of him the moment he touched her. He felt like a sixteen-year-old boy, unable to contain his unending enthusiasm for her. Luckily, he managed to perform better than a sixteen-year-old boy.
Not to mention, he’d felt this attraction before she knew who he was. That almost kiss after the snowball fight told him that she’d wanted him even then. For the first time in a long time, he felt confident that she wasn’t just interested in him for his money.
She actually liked him. That alone made her precious to him.
She murmured in her sleep, moving closer to him. The sheet fell from her chest, exposing one perfect breast in the pale morning light. He stared at it. She was better than a work of art. Her lines and curves were worthy of famous painters, and yet he was the one able to touch them. He wished he could paint, if only to capture her beauty for a moment in time.