5
Nathan's eyes flashed with heat as he brought a hand to the back of my neck.
"Kiss me," I demanded again.
He crashed his lips down on mine, not making me wait a moment longer.
Starbursts flashed before my eyes, elation filled my chest and pure, golden sunlight ran through my veins. It was nothing like any other kiss I'd ever experienced in my life. His lips pulled out a passion from inside me I hadn't known existed.
I opened to him, our tongues battling, gasping into each other's mouths. The kisses were fierce and fervent, as if we were starving and couldn't get enough. The whole evening had been building up to this, and we were going to take our fill.
But soon our ferocity eased, the kisses coming slower, softer. Nathan would peck his lips against mine before turning them to my cheek, running down my neck to my collarbone, before switching sides and repeating the motion.
My heavy breathing slowed as he showed me tenderness. His kisses were now gentle, deliberate, almost reverent. The fire inside me turned from a raging inferno into warming, sensual flames.
His hands stroked up my sides, up my ribcage, until his thumbs could trace the underside of my breasts through my shirt. My thin cotton bra did nothing to dampen the sensation. His thumbs inched upward, sweeping across both nipples, turning them into stiff peaks. I groaned as he took one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently, then did the same to the other.
He started walking me backward, making our way to his bedroom. I barely took notice of the room as we crossed the threshold. It was dark, illuminated by moonlight steaming through the windows, blocked only by thin, gauzy curtains.
My knees hit the edge of the bed and I thought he might push me down then. Instead, he continued with soft kisses and touches. He bit down on my bottom lip, at the flesh of my neck, at the curve of my shoulder. I squirmed and pressed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache that flared up with every quick nip of his teeth.
He reached for the hem of my shirt, bunching it up to give him access to bare stomach and chest. He trailed a finger down the valley of my breasts, to my stomach, to the waistband of my jeans.
His finger circled the metal button.
I inhaled a sharp breath, my whole body stilling. My heart pounded, nerves buzzing, and I wasn't sure if it was from anticipation or panic.
Nathan pulled back from his kiss, keeping his hands at my jeans.
"Is this okay?" he murmured.
I didn't know why I was hesitating. I wanted this. I'd been the one to invite myself back to his place. I was enjoying myself, savoring his kisses, relishing his touch.
But a small voice inside me couldn't help but speak up. Could I really jump into bed with this man, someone I'd known for less than a day? And would I really be okay with this being a one-time thing? I'd never done anything like this before. This whole situation was completely unlike me.
It was that final thought that settled it.
This wasn't like the old Becca.
But maybe this could be the new Becca. Uninhibited, living life to the fullest. Taking advantage of every moment I had.
I pulled back from Nathan's touch. A worried look crossed his face. I stared him right in the eye as I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and yanked it over my head. His lips parted as I reached behind myself and removed my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Even with the moon as my only source of light, I could see his pupils dilating when I unzipped my jeans, pushing them over my hips and stepping out of them. I was left only in my black panties.
Nathan's eyes roved all over my body. From the flush of his face and the rising hardness pressing against his jeans zipper, I knew he was enjoying the sight. I couldn't help but shiver under his intense gaze.
He lifted the hem of his own t-shirt and threw it over his head. His firm muscles called to me, the colorfully inked skin begging for my touch.
We both stepped forward at the same time. I pressed my hands against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, tugging me close, the way we'd been at the club when we'd danced.
But this time there was no music, no loud driving beat. The only sound in the room was our equally heavy breathing.
"You're gorgeous." He ran his hands up and down my back, around my ribs, to my stomach and up between my breasts. His calloused fingers were rough against my skin, a delicious friction. His hands paused in a few places, fingers exploring. I knew he had found the light bumps of some long-healed scars, but he didn't say anything about them. This wasn't the time for questions.
Nathan bought his lips back to mine. I clung to him, wanting to feel his solid body against my own bare flesh. His firm length dug into my hip through his jeans. I ground down against it. He groaned and the sound sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through me. My panties were already damp.
I needed his touch. I hungered for it.
I took one of his hands from my back and pressed his palm to my belly. I made sure to capture his gaze as I slid that hand lower.
