He chuckles. “These aren’t any Oreos. They’re firework Oreos. They have pop rocks in them.”
Pop rocks in an Oreo? Sounds adventurous.
“Apparently when you eat them it’s like an explosion in your mouth,” he says, the conversation turning awkward when I can’t stop looking at his mouth.
I swallow as Nate’s head gets closer to my own, the silence growing between us. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I’m ready so I don’t take the time to wait for him. Nate passes me the Oreos, but I use our close posture to wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tiptoes, forcing our first official kiss. It doesn’t take a pop rock for my mouth to explode from the taste of his lips against mine. He steps forward, pushing me into the apartment, and once clear closes the door with his foot. Nate backs me up against the wall and our kiss intensifies. His body surrounds mine, his skin and his smile make the universe fall away when I have his full attention. At the last possible second, I lean back gasping for air. Nate rains kisses across my chin and down my neck as I tighten my grip, bringing him tighter.
He cages me with his arms braced against the wall, and the air between us is thick with passion.
“We need to slow down,” he says, lifting his head from the spot where he sucks on the sensitive piece of skin my collarbone.
“No,” I whisper before tugging on the bottom of his ear with my teeth. “I haven’t had sex since Emma was born.”
Truth be told, I haven’t wanted to since then. Things between my ex and me went south right after her birth and no one else has made me yearn to have that connection. Not until Nate roared into my life.
I step back, worried my admission will scare him away. He ticks away at his fingers like he’s doing math in his head and then stares at me as my cheeks redden in embarrassment.
I shouldn’t have made that confession, but I found myself caught up in the moment.
“This can’t happen here.”
“What?” I ask, swallowing hard.
7
“You need a bed and time to let me appreciate you properly.”
He steps back and my arms fall away from his neck in despair. I don’t need him to take his time. I need him to put his dick in me and give me an orgasm.
Nate basically drags me up from the wall, and I fight, not wanting to leave the space. As he passes, he steals the Oreos from my hand and throws them on the couch, not delicately at all.
I reach out, sad to see the chocolatey goodness leave.
When we make it to the hallway, Nate leans down, picking me up and wrapping my body against his. “Walk faster or I’ll carry you,” he says, as I cross my ankles, holding on for dear life.
I laugh. “I think you’re already carrying me.”
When we reach the bedroom, he drops my butt on the bed with a flop and my brain picks up where this is going.
“Wait, are you sure about this?” I ask, when I remember what I have on underneath the grey pair of sweatpants I lumbered around the house in today after my mother left.
He raises his head, his eyebrows knit together. “Cold feet now?”
“No, but we could go to the bathroom for a minute.” Or thirty. Put on some makeup.
He shakes his head. “There’s no time for that.”
“But you don’t understand,” I try again.
Nate shakes his head as he unties the strap in the front of my pants. “Yeah, you’re fine the way you are.”
“No really.”
He leans back, his eyes searching my face. “Josie, from the moment I first saw you, I’ve wanted this to happen. You aren’t going to take it back now because you think you’re not enough or your underwear and bra don’t match, or you want to brush your teeth. Whatever reason you’ve invented in your head. Trust me, whatever I find under here is going to be what I want. You are perfect.”
Well, when he puts it that way. With no more complaints from me, I allow Nate to finish untying my pants and lower them until there’s nothing between him and me except the black pair of granny panties I’ve switched to wearing over the last year. When you aren’t expecting to get any, it’s better to be comfortable.
Time slows as he removes my underwear from my legs, his fingers heating my skin as they make contact down my stubbled legs.
