“Then don’t, because I’m not,” I said against the fluttering pulse at his throat. “I wasn’t sure we’d get to this point, but I’m pretty damn happy with you.”
“You are?”
The fact that Nate still questioned my feelings for him signaled how much more I needed to learn about this man who’d so easily slipped into my heart. I’d thought him strong, haughty, and a bit distant. Nothing could be further from the truth. Irresistible, intriguing, a bit damaged, and sexy as hell, Nate held me captivated. But what happened when and if he discovered the truth about my affair with Jared? I knew the answer to that and hoped it would never come to light.
“I am. Really, really happy.”
He brightened. “Me too.”
“So let’s not question anything and just go with the flow.”
When the hell had I started sounding like Frisco? That was suspiciously similar to his “If it feels good, do it” motto. But as Nate took my hand and we walked out into the diamond-bright cold afternoon, I knew I only wanted to do it with him.
Once back in my apartment, I headed straight for my bedroom and stripped out of my clothes. I left them in a heap and walked into the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth again and turned on the shower taps.
“Can I come in?” Nate’s large frame took up the doorway.
“You want to watch me take a shower? I didn’t think I was that interesting.”
I stepped into the stall, but Nate could still see me through the fog-proof glass door. He took two steps inside and leaned against the vanity.
“Everything about you is interesting. And I like to watch.”
I pumped out a few globs of shower gel and rubbed it into a foam all over my body. Nate’s light-blue eyes held mine as I soaped my abdomen. Teasing him mixed with getting clean, and I avoided touching myself even though I ached all over and knew it wouldn’t take more than a few seconds to get off.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His quiet voice rumbled over the hiss of the shower, and I almost forgot to breathe. My fingers brushed the tip of my swollen cock, and it was enough to make me whimper out loud.
“Fuck. Come on, Press. Take that beautiful dick and stroke it.”
My hand curled into a fist, but I held off.
“Press.” At his sharp voice, a shiver ran through me, and I connected with his glittering gaze. “Do it. Let the hot water beat down on your wet, slippery skin as your hand moves up and down. Do it hard and rough.”
Mesmerized by his words, I did as he asked and grasped my hard shaft, sliding it through my soapy fist. I hissed and widened my stance, bucking my hips.
“Imagine my mouth there. Sucking you down to the root. My tongue playing over that pretty little slit at the top, drinking everything in.”
My hand moved faster and harder, and spots danced before my eyes. “Nate,” I gasped, water spilling into my mouth. “Oh God, Nate.”
“Pretend you’re fucking my mouth. Go ahead. Shove it down my throat. God, you’re so beautiful when you’re about to come. So fucking sexy.”
“Oh God, oh, oh.” My hips drove my painfully stiff dick into my hand, and I shot streams of come through my fingers and onto the glass door. My vision whited out, and I almost lost my footing, but I saved myself by leaning my head against the wall, listening to the thunder of my heart slow down to its normal beat.
When I opened my eyes, Nate was gone. I dried myself off, and in my bedroom, sat naked on my bed and opened the nightstand drawer. I took out the picture of Jared and me. Once again, I noticed the almost worshipful expression on my face as I gazed at him. “I’m not this person anymore,” I whispered. “I didn’t know who I was then, but I’m letting you go now because I never had you. I found myself; I figured out that what we had wasn’t love. I know that now because of what I do have with Nate. I deserve more than you ever gave me.” I took the picture, placed it on the top shelf of my closet, and shut the door.
I dressed in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a bright-blue button-down with a black sweater over it. I splashed on a little cologne, and on my way out the door, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright. I looked…happy. Iwashappy.
I joined Nate in the living room, and his gaze swept over me, leaving me breathless and hot. “You look amazing. Are you sure you don’t want me to cancel so we can stay here all night?”
My smile faded. “Don’t you want me to meet your family? Are you ashamed of me or something?” Doubts and insecurities flooded through me. “If you really don’t want to, you can tell me.”
His eyes widened, and he turned pale, then flushed red. “Shit, no, of course not. I mean, I hadn’t planned on it happening so quickly, but I’m sure as hell not ashamed. Why would I be? You’re sweet, gorgeous, and sexy. You’re smart as hell and run a successful business, and I like spending time with you.” He held out a hand, and I took it and sat next to him. “Lots of time. I don’t want you to have to go through the third degree, that’s all.”
Damn my insecurities. I still wasn’t sure of myself and my place in Nate’s world. “I didn’t want you to be pushed into something you don’t want. If it’s too soon, please tell me. I can handle it.”
“All I want right now is you. Everything else I can handle.” His breath fanned across my overheated cheeks. “Including you. I like handling you.”
