“So good.”
He smiled again, then did the same to her other breast, until they were peaked and tender. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, right at her center where she needed it the most.
“You taste like orange juice,” he muttered against her skin. “Sweet and bitter and everything in between.” She loved the way his voice was so thick with need.
His hand moved down, past the hem of her dress, his fingers feathering against the sen
sitive skin of her inner thigh. His touch was delicate, and yet she could feel it vibrate through her body. Making every muscle clench.
“Is this okay?”
She was slick with anticipation. Her breath was ragged with need. And yet he still took his time, circling around her, avoiding the part of her that needed him the most. His mouth moved against hers, capturing her gasps with his lips, his tongue, swallowing them down as if he couldn’t get enough. Even with her leg in a cast she was able to move her hips to his maddeningly soft rhythm, closing her eyes to will him to move his fingertips higher… higher… just a half an inch more.
Oh!
“Nate,” she cried out, desire making her breathless. The way he was touching her was so maddeningly delicious. He was bringing her to the edge with his fingers and mouth, dangling her there until she couldn’t hold on any more. One more step and she’d be falling…
“It’s okay,” he whispered, his lips moving against her mouth. “I’ve got you.”
She opened her eyes to see him staring at her, his lids heavy with desire. His intensity took her breath away. Her head tipped back as she teetered at the edge, puffs of breath escaping her lips, arching her back and curling her toes as she finally reached the crest.
He held her as she fell, his breath short as she cried out his name, sensation overwhelming her until she had to squeeze her eyes tightly shut.
It must have been thirty seconds or more before she was able to open them again. Her entire body was still pulsating with pleasure. Nate was beside her on his oversize couch, his eyes dark as he stared at her. “Wow,” she breathed, when she finally regained her ability to talk.
He smiled, pressing his lips to the tip of her nose.
She bit her lip and moved her hand to press against his stomach. “It’s your turn,” she said, her voice thick with the pleasure he’d given her.
He slid his palm on top of her hand, pressing it to him. “It’s okay,” he said, still looking into her eyes. “I’m good.”
“You are?” she frowned. When was the last time a guy refused reciprocation from her? She wasn’t sure one ever had. “But you’re…”
“I’ll deal with that later. Right now I just want to look at you.”
If her face wasn’t already red with pleasure, it would be flushing. And yet there was no edge to his voice. No sign that he was anything but happy to have given her pleasure without receiving it back. She wasn’t sure what to say in response.
He pressed his lips to hers with the briefest of kisses. “Stop overthinking.”
“How do you know I am?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Your legs are tense as hell. I bet you want to run right now.” He pulled her bra cups up so they were covering her breasts, deftly refastening the buttons on her dress. “You’re wondering why I don’t want you to touch me, right?”
She nodded.
“Because I don’t want you to think I made you come for any other reason than I wanted to. It turned me on like crazy to watch your pleasure and hear you call out my name. But it’s getting late, and Riley’s going to be home soon, which means we don’t have a whole lot of time. And when you touch me, I’ll want you to do it all night. A quick hand job isn’t what I need from you right now.”
“When I touch you…” she repeated.
“If, then.”
She smiled into his eyes. “It’s definitely when,” she whispered. “There’s no if about it.”
He swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “Okay, then. But right now I need to calm myself down. How about I make us both some coffee, and we play Echoes of War?”
“Sounds good to me,” she replied. And what just happened between them? Well she’d think about it later, because right now she needed a distraction.
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