I kept that smile plastered on my face for the rest of the event, even though inside my mind was whirling.
Months.
My heart squeezed in my chest as I squeezed Nathan's hand. He gave me a warm smile. I returned it weakly.
The event finally wound down and people started trickling out. Nathan said goodbye to the last of his friends and we headed to his car. I was quiet on the way back to his place.
"You sure you're feeling okay?" he asked as we rode up the elevator. I could hear the worry in his tone. He was still wondering whether I was upset that he had essentially ignored me as soon as that woman showed up.
But that wasn't what I was worried about.
"My feet are just a little sore from my shoes," I said.
"Maybe I could give you a foot rub."
My feet actually did hurt. It hadn't been a lie. "That would be wonderful."
We reached the apartment and I kicked off my heels with a relieved sigh.
"Why don't you go sit on the sofa?" Nathan said. "I'll be right back."
The cushions were so soft and fluffy I sank right into them. It would have been the perfect spot to take a nap. I closed my eyes, curled my feet up on the sofa next to me and rested my head against the back cushions.
Months.
My eyes popped open when I felt Nathan sit next to me. He had brought a small bottle of what smelled like peppermint oil and placed it on the coffee table.
"You have massage oil?" I asked.
"Comes in handy," was all he said. "Now lie back and put your feet in my lap."
He poured a few drops of oil onto his palms and rubbed them together to warm them. The peppermint scent filled the air, a pleasant aroma.
Nathan took one foot in his hands and began to rub. I immediately let out a groan. Nathan chuckled.
"Ever had a foot massage before?" he asked.
"Never like this," I said with another soft moan. I relaxed back into the cushions, letting Nathan's fingers perform magic on my sore toes, heels and instep.
But before long, his fingers moved up from my feet, to my ankles, and then began massaging my calves. When his thumbs began to dig into the backs of my knees, I knew where this was going.
"I thought this was a foot massage," I teased.
"I can go back to your feet if you want," he said slyly. Even as he said it, he slid his hands up past my knees and skimmed along my inner thighs.
A warm, wet heat began to burn inside me. I took Nathan's hand and brought it under my dress. He squeezed my upper thigh. I parted my legs, my knees on either side of him, and let him crawl between them to press me down into the sofa. His length was already stiffening and pressing into my hip.
"Does this mean the foot massage is over?" I asked.
"I'd rather put my hands somewhere else right now."
He gripped my hips under my dress, his fingers a hot brand on my skin. He dipped his head and captured my lips with his. The hot tangle of our tongues was enough to send liquid passion soaring through me. I clamped my thighs down and bucked my hips, wanting to feel that delicious friction. Wanting to feel that now-familiar pleasure. Wanting to forget about my worries, my fears. All I wanted right now was Nathan's touch.
He grabbed the hem of my dress, lifting it up and over my head. He did the same to his shirt. My hands reached for his naked chest unconsciously, wanting to feel his firm, inked muscles under my fingertips. I explored the peaks and valleys, feeling him flex as I found his sensitive spots.
I trailed my fingers down his torso until I reached that tempting V just above his belt buckle. I traced the lines with my fingers, making him shiver. I relished the effect my touch had on him.
Nathan returned his lips to mine in a ferocious kiss. I fumbled with the buckle of his belt and quickly unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off, leaving him in his boxers and me in my panties.
