“Absolutely.” I nod, my heart racing. “I want you, Nate. All of you.”
He positions himself between my legs, and I wrap them around his waist, pulling him closer. Slowly, oh so slowly, he begins to push inside me. The stretch is delicious.
“Oh god,” I gasp, throwing my head back against the pillow. “That feels…”
“Amazing,” Nate finishes, his voice strained. He pauses, fully seated inside me, our bodies flush against each other. “You feel incredible, Caspian.”
I look up at him, drinking in the sight of his flushed face, the way his muscles strain as he holds himself still. “So do you,” I manage, voice breathy. “I’m gonna need you to move, please.”
Nate doesn’t need to be told twice. He starts to thrust, slowly at first, then picks up the pace. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure through my body, and I can’t help the little moans that escape me.
“That’s it,” Nate encourages, his breath hot against my neck. “Let me hear you.”
I comply, not holding back as he hits that perfect spot inside me. “Right there,” I gasp. “Oh god, Nate, right there.”
As we move together, I’m struck by how right this feels. It’s not just the physical pleasure—though that’s certainly intense—but the emotional connection. I feel safe with Nate, cherished even.
“You’re beautiful,” Nate murmurs, his eyes locked on mine. “So fucking beautiful, Caspian.”
His words send warmth flooding through me. Seeing the raw emotion in Nate’s ocean-blue eyes, knowing exactly who’s making me feel this way—it’s more powerful than I could have imagined.
And suddenly, I’m absolutely certain about that maple-leaf beauty mark. The same one I’d traced with my tongue on New Year’s Eve belongs to the man currently unraveling me from the inside out.
CHAPTER 19
NATE
Caspian’s fingers dig into my shoulders as he arches his back, a low moan escaping his lips. The sound sends shivers down my spine, igniting every nerve ending. His smooth skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing with each movement. I’m lost in the sensation of our bodies moving together, the intensity building with each passing second.
“Nate,” Caspian gasps, his dark eyes locking onto mine. The raw passion I see there takes my breath away.
For a fleeting moment, as pleasure courses through me, my mind flashes to New Year’s Eve. That nameless guy, that faceless encounter. It had been good, really good, but this is different. Caspian is real, present, his expressive face showing me every bit of pleasure he feels. A face I’ve grown incredibly fond of. I push the memory aside, focusing on the here and now, the man who’s quickly becoming everything to me.
I run my hands up Caspian’s sides, savoring the feel of his warm skin. “You feel so good, beautiful,” I murmur, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
He grins, that sparkle of mischief I adore lighting up his eyes. “Right back at you, handsome.”
Determined to stay present in this moment, I focus on memorizing every detail—the flush creeping up Caspian’s neck, the way his jet-black hair falls across his forehead, the little gasp he makes when I hit just the right spot.
“God, Nate,” Caspian pants. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I reply, increasing my pace.
Caspian throws his head back, exposing the graceful line of his throat. It nearly undoes me. I’m overwhelmed by how much I feel for this man, how deeply he’s burrowed under my skin in such a short time. It should terrify me, but instead, I feel exhilarated, like I’m standing on the edge of something monumental.
In one fluid motion, I grip Caspian’s hips and smoothly flip us over, relishing his surprised gasp. “Your turn to drive,” I whisper, my voice husky with desire.
Caspian’s eyes light up, that infectious energy of his radiating even in this intimate moment. “Oh, I like where this is going,” he quips, adjusting his position.
As Caspian takes control, I’m struck by how in sync we are, how effortlessly we move together. It’s like we’ve been doing this dance for years, not weeks.
“You’re incredible,” I breathe in awe of him. The flush on his tan skin has deepened, spreading across his chest. His expressive dark eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, but that spark of curiosity, of joy, still shines through.
Caspian laughs, a breathless, giddy sound that makes my heart soar. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.” He leans down, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before sitting back up, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping.
I run my hands up his thighs, marveling at the lean muscle there. Despite the chill of a Vermont winter, Caspian’s skin is warm under my palms.
As the tension builds, our movements become more urgent. Caspian’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps. My fingers dig into his hips.
