All those thoughts played in my head as he tugged me down to the floor with him.
“I don’t care what you say. You look wrung-out. Have a glass of champagne and something to eat.”
“I guess I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately.”
Tell him.
He passed me my glass and clinked his to mine. “I’ll take full blame for that. It’s hard to have you with me and keep my hands to myself.”
“You’re funny.” I set my glass down without drinking, fearing if I did drink, I’d puke it up. My throat closed tight, and my stomach fluttered. I was a mass of quivering nerves.
“I’m being serious.” He set his glass next to mine and took my hands in his. “It’s been what? Around three months? Four? Yet I feel like I’ve known you forever.”
“I wish we had. I wish you were my first.”
Moonlight illuminated Nate’s face, gleaming over the high, sharp cheekbones, creating deep-set shadows under his eyes. “I wish that too.” His large hands cradled my face. “I don’t like the thought of anyone ever touching you.” He feathered a kiss over my lips. “Or kissing you. Not before me. And no one after me. That’s for certain.”
Tell him.
“Nate, I have to—”
“Shh. Don’t wreck my moment.” His smiling mouth covered mine, and I knew it was weak of me not to pull away and tell him. Weak and wrong, but the moment he touched me, my insides melted to liquid fire and I couldn’t form another word.“I’ve spent three years wallowing in my own head and acting like a miserable bastard to everyone. I never thought I could trust someone again. But after that first night when you came back here, I couldn’t stop thinking about how special you were. How different from any other man I’d been with. You wanted to know me before getting physical. That opened my eyes to what a real relationship should be. You changed everything. Me, most of all. I’m not the same person I was before we met.”
His words wove an aura of magic around us, and I ached from the sorrow building up inside me, knowing once I spoke my truth, the magic would be gone. His long fingers stroked my face, and wrong as it was, I couldn’t help losing myself in his touch. The soft pad of his thumb swirled over my lips, and I kissed it, then sucked it into my mouth, cursing my weakness, but his nearness left me incapable of coherent thought.
“Press,” he whispered, laying his cheek on mine. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
“I-I want—I need to—” I struggled to push out the words that would ruin it all, but Nate didn’t wait for me to become coherent.
“I want and need you too. For always. I love you, Presley.” His lips found mine, and stunned by his words and the joy pouring through me, I cast aside everything else except the words he’d said and kissed him back. No one had ever told me they loved me.
“Nate.” I slid my arms around his neck. “I love you too.”
I lost track of how long we lay on that rug, kissing in front of the crackling fire. Nate fed me the cool, sweet grapes, alternating with bits of sharp cheese. He removed my clothes first, then his. Firelight danced over our naked bodies, gilding our skin. His large hands smoothed over my quivering stomach and thighs, then parted my legs.
“So beautiful.” He placed gentle, reverent kisses on my calves and knees and licked my balls. My cock thickened and lay flat against my stomach. “Perfect. You’re perfect for me.”
“Nate,” I moaned, shifting to get his tongue on me. “More.”
“You like that?” He lifted my legs and dipped his fingers in the champagne. Cool, wet fingers touched me gently. “Champagne and Presley, my two favorite flavors.” Nate licked me, and I twisted under his flickering tongue.
“Oh God, Nate. Please.”
“Please, what? Please, this?” He slid a finger inside me and moved it slowly in and out while I hissed my pleasure. “Or please, this?” His mouth engulfed the ruddy, leaking head of my cock, and I cried out and bucked my hips.
“Ahh, oh, please, come on.”
He took me deep, to the back of his throat, his lips tightening around my shaft as he moved up and down on my cock. Those sexy moans vibrating around my sensitive dick turned me on. Giving Nate pleasure became my pleasure. He let me go with a wet, juicyplop, those blue eyes glazed and dreamy.
“Still love me?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Good, I still love you too.” He reached on the coffee table for a condom and lube I hadn’t seen when I first walked in. “I want to bury myself so far inside you, I’ll become a part of you. I want to fuck you so hard, I’ll hear you scream even when you’re not around. I want to kiss you and carry the taste of you with me in my mouth and on my tongue so when I lick my lips, it’s like I’m kissing you all over again.” His long lashes swept down, and I reached up to touch his face.
His beautiful words of lovemaking washed over me, like a baptism of my past sins. “Make love to me, Nate.” I took his sheathed cock in my hand and led him to my outspread legs. “I want you like that. Inside my body, my mouth.” I wanted to immerse myself in him so when we were locked together, it would be impossible to tell where I ended and Nate began.
He pushed inside me, fitting snugly, clicking into place. I rocked my hips several times to settle him in, and he gripped my shoulders. “You’re mine.”
