"My apartment. It's closer."
He pulled me, still chuckling and groping me all the way to his car another block down the street, and the heat never died down while we drove.
When we finally reached my apartment, I fumbled with my keys while he stood behind me with his hands on my hips.
The door opened, and we stumbled inside, barely making it past the threshold before we were kissing again.
Clothes scattered across the floor.
His shirt, my sweater, shoes kicked off and abandoned.
We made it to the bedroom through sheer determination, our hands exploring and our breathing ragged.
We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, the mattress dipping under our weight as Nate hovered over me, his eyes dark with desire that mirrored my own.
I reached up to trace the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble that had grown since morning, and he captured my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm before pinning it gently above my head.
The gesture sent a thrill through me, a mix of vulnerability and trust that made my pulse race even faster.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and husky as he trailed kisses down my collarbone. "I've been thinking about this all night, about having you like this, just us."
I smiled up at him, my free hand sliding into his hair to pull him closer. "Only all night? I've been imagining it since that alley. You were so bold out there, pressing me against the wall like you couldn't wait another second."
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he nipped at my earlobe. "Guilty as charged. But can you blame me? You've been driving me crazy with that sweater hugging you just right, and the way you look at me—like I'm the only man in the world."
His words warmed me from the inside out, and I arched my back to press against him, feeling the hardness of his body through the thin fabric that still separated us.
We hadn't fully undressed yet, but that only heightened the anticipation.
I tugged at the hem of his undershirt, eager to feel more of him.
"Well, tonight you are. Now help me get this off you before I rip it."
Nate obliged with a grin, sitting back to peel off the shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the toned muscles I knew and remembered well.
I ran my hands over his chest, savoring the firmness, the way his skin prickled under my touch.
He leaned down again, capturing my lips in a deep kiss that left me breathless, his tongue teasing mine with a rhythm that promised more.
As our kiss deepened, his hands roamed lower, slipping under my bra to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak until I gasped into his mouth.
"Nate," I whispered, my voice laced with need. "That feels incredible. Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, his breath hot against my neck as he unclasped my bra with one hand.
He pulled it away, exposing me to the cool air of the room, but his mouth was there immediately, lavishing attention on one nipple while his hand teased the other.
The dual sensation had me writhing beneath him, my hips bucking up to seek friction against the growing hardness I could feel through his pants.
I reached down to fumble with his belt, my fingers clumsy in my haste. "These need to go. I want all of you."
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine with a playful spark. "Bossy tonight, aren't we? I like it. But only if you promise to let me take my time with you first."
"Deal," I agreed, though patience was the last thing on my mind.
Together, we worked off his pants and boxers, and I couldn't help but admire him, the way his body responded to me so readily.
He was impressive, and the sight made desire pool between my legs.
