“Fuck me, oh God.” Presley grabbed his flushed, leaking dick and fisted it, jerking himself up and down so fast, his hand was a pale blur before my face. Everything about him turned me on, the sexy little gasping sounds coming from between his lips, his tightly muscled body gleaming with sweat, and those burning eyes, shining like twin lamps in the darkness. “Nate,Nate.”
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he convulsed under me, spilling over his fingers and across his abs. Between the sight of Presley losing control and the hard clamp of his muscles on my cock, I tumbled into darkness. When I came to, my face was plastered to Presley’s neck, my lips pressed against his rapidly beating pulse.
“Am I alive?” My mouth formed the words, but with my ears still ringing and my body trembling, I wasn’t sure.
“Don’t know, don’t care.”
I smiled. “That about sums it up.” I wiggled off him and slowly withdrew, hating the disconnect. Presley lay flat on the bed, splayed out in all his naked glory, and God help me, I wanted him again. At least mentally. I wasn’t twenty years old anymore, and physically, I needed time to recover, but I lay next to him and laced our fingers together. “That…you…” I swallowed. “It was incredible. Do you have any doubts about us anymore?”
Presley turned, his face soft and serious in the velvet darkness, and I grew nervous as the seconds ticked by.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“I’m trying not to. And it has nothing to do with how you make me feel and everything with me being unsure whether I trust myself to believe this is all real.” Doubt filled my mind where love and trust should reside.
Harsh lines deepened across Nate’s brow. “It’s real. Doesn’t what we just did prove that?”
“It means everything. This day has been such a whirlwind, I’m still catching my breath.”
“Don’t bother. I want to leave you breathless every time we’re together.”
Nate’s strong fingers rested on mine over the comforter, and I recalled his touch rendering me helpless with a desire so wild, I almost forgot my name. How could I doubt him when he spoke the words I’d waited all my life to hear?
A flood of varying emotions played over his face at a speed that made it impossible to discern what he was thinking. A shy smile touched his lips. “I’m going to take that first step to prove it to you. Let’s get dressed.”
“What? Now?” Confused, I watched him bounce off the bed and pick up his scattered clothes.
“Yeah. Let’s take a shower, and then I’m going to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
His smile gleamed bright in the darkness as he bent to kiss me. “You’ll see. It’s a surprise. But it should satisfy all your doubts.”
Dubious, I followed him into the bathroom, and no matter what I did, all the hot, wet kisses in the world wouldn’t sway him. I dried off, and still grumbling, stood in front of my closet.
“How am I supposed to know what to wear if you won’t tell me where we’re going?”
“Casual, baby. I’d prefer you in nothing, but others might not appreciate it. Jeans and a sweater are fine.”
“Others? Who?”
But he merely smiled and ignored me.
Uncertain, I put on my dark jeans and a gray sweater with a purple shirt underneath. Nate’s eyes lit up when I slipped my feet into black boots and sprayed on a little cologne.
“Gorgeous. Let’s go. I have a car waiting.”
“And you still won’t tell me where?” I slung a scarf around my neck, but it had warmed up a bit so I could wear my leather jacket.
“Nope.” He kissed the tip of my nose and slid his arms into his coat, then around my waist. My trepidation diminished but still remained.
An hour later we pulled into the circular drive of a large Tudor-style home. I’d always loved the style, and if I’d ever own a home, it would look like this one, with its wooden timbers and mullioned windows.
“This is gorgeous. Whose house is it?”
Before Nate had a chance to answer, the porch light flared on and the front door opened. A man and a woman walked onto the porch to peer out at us, and I recognized them. Warmth unfurled in my chest.
“Oh, it’s Ethan and Allie’s house. It’ll be nice to see them again.” Another person walked onto the porch, and the overhead light glinted on her silvery hair. I recognized her from the pictures I’d seen around Nate’s house. “Wait. Is that yourmother?” I dragged my gaze away from the window to stare at Nate, openmouthed. “You brought me to meet your mother and didn’t tell me first?” I punched him in the shoulder. Hard. “You asshole.”
