“Yes.” Our eyes locked, and he thrust hard and deep, touching a place I’d never known existed. I lifted myself up on my elbows and watched his gleaming cock push into me. I tightened around him, and he choked out a cry.
“Only mine.” He dragged himself out of me slowly, leaving me empty and yearning for his return.
“Yes,” I sobbed out, wanting him to take me higher, further. “Yes, yours, Nate, please.”
He pushed in, his pace growing punishing, and I welcomed the merging of our bodies, theslapof wet skin and our mingled sweat. My orgasm seared through me, and the friction of our writhing bodies against my cock sent spurts of come across my stomach, reaching almost to Nate’s chest. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything except the wildness running through me like a flame touched to a greased wick of dynamite.
“Press,Press.” Nate wore a fiercely intent expression, his eyes spitting blue fire, lips thinned in a snarl of desperation. He dug his fingers into my hips as he hammered into me a few more times. He shook, and my body warmed to the fullness of the condom. I held him close, our sweat and my come mixing together while the fire behind us burned low, and we sank down to the rug, into the shadows of the night.
“I love you, Nate. More than anything.”
Eyes still love-drunk, Nate kissed me, and his smile gleamed wicked in the firelight. “Let’s take a shower and go to bed. Once isn’t going to be enough to celebrate.”
We separated, and he took off the condom and tossed it into the trash. Then, leaving our clothes piled on the floor, we walked upstairs, stopping every few steps to kiss and touch, as if we couldn’t believe we had each other.
After a brief shower, where Nate insisted on washing me from top to bottom, we climbed into bed. I slid against him, warming to his body heat.
“Want to know when I knew?” We were in our usual position, Nate with his arm around me, playing with my hair. I loved how safe he made me feel. How wanted.
“Tell me.”
“When you stayed over and I was able to sleep through the night. I don’t think I even realized how run-down I’d become from lack of sleep. The first time, I thought it was a fluke, but when it started happening only when you were with me, I knew.”
“Knew what? I was your sleeping pill?”
“More like a drug. I’m addicted to you, baby. The more I have you, the more I want you. Even now, I’m so satisfied, I could fall right asleep, but just holding you makes me hard.” He smoothed my hair, and when he spoke it was so quiet and from the heart, he took my breath away. “After my father died, I gave up on love because being with one person forever seemed incomprehensible. But now that I found you, I’m sad I didn’t find you sooner.” He kissed my cheek. “Then I could’ve loved you longer.”
I pressed my lips to his smooth shoulder. “We’re like the stars. Millions exist in the galaxies, but your unique light shined so brightly, it guided me to you.”
“And we’re just getting started.” He slid his palm along my chest and tweaked a nipple, making me squeak. “The night is young, and I’m feeling fine.” His hardness poked against me when he rolled on top of me and took my mouth in a bruising kiss.
Everything would be fine. Things were different now. We loved each other, after all. What could go wrong?
Chapter Twenty
At six in the morning, I woke and gazed down at Presley curled up in a ball, sleeping next to me. I couldn’t help my smile and decided to let him rest. I’d kept him up late, and while I’d learned to live on less sleep over the years, he was exhausted. His hair lay in a tangled mess around his face, and desire rose hot and strong through my blood. I kissed his shoulder, and he muttered something unintelligible and rolled over.
Smiling, I slipped out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I whistled while I prepared our coffee and brought the pot upstairs with cups and some scones and jam I’d picked up from Zabar’s. When I returned to the bedroom, I heard Presley in the bathroom. I set the tray with our breakfast in the cozy sitting area, where I had two plump club chairs and a Federal period table in between. Presley loved the antiques I’d kept when my mother left, and not for the first time, I thought how well he and my mother would get along.
Presley came out and smiled when he saw me. “I wondered where you went.”
“Not far, considering I’m still naked.”
His gaze turned soft and unfocused. “I noticed.”
I left the sitting area and joined him by the foot of the bed. “How are you about cold coffee?” I began to kiss his neck, and his breathing grew short, but instead of meeting my lips, he twisted away.
“I…I need to talk to you, Nate. But not like this. I’m going to go downstairs and get my stuff. I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for an answer, he scrambled away from me and flew out of the room.
Bemused, I sat at the foot of the bed and stared after him. Did I come on too strong? In all the other times we’d spent the night together, we’d woken up hungry for each other and made love half the morning. This time, Presley could barely look me in the face. A chill ran through me. Did he regret last night and what we said? I couldn’t believe that after hearing him cry out my name. Sitting in bed naked wasn’t accomplishing anything, so I brushed my teeth and got dressed. It was early enough that I had time before I had to be in the office, and Presley didn’t open the store until ten.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and when he entered the bedroom, Presley was mostly dressed and somewhat agitated.
“Sit down and have some coffee first. Whatever you need to say will sound better after that.” Without waiting for his answer, I crossed the bedroom and took a seat on the flower-patterned chair. The creams and grays I’d chosen for the color scheme normally soothed me, but today something felt off.
We sat across from each other and sipped the still-hot coffee. “Have a scone. I know you like the raspberry ones.” I pushed the plate to Presley, but his gaze cut away from mine.
“Nate. I can’t. I have to tell you something that I hope won’t change how you feel about me.”
