We both head inside and to the front door, with enough space between us to drive a car through. The silence surrounding us is deafening, and all I want to do is tell him I’m sorry again.
But seriously, what would that achieve?
I feel terrible.
Horrible.
Miserable.
Bleak and wretched.
But all I can think about is his cock pressed against my leg.
“Well, see ya round,” he says, opening the door and taking that first step to walk away.
My breaths become quick, and I panic.
I don’t want him to leave like this.
So I reach out, grab his arm, and effectively stop him.
He turns to look at me, and I notice him swallowing hard.
“Thank you for the note. It means so much, you have no idea.”
He nods and blinks quickly, looking completely broken. The sadness in his eyes, the way his chest is heaving, lets me know how much he wants me. My mind goes back to his cock, and my clit throbs. I draw my bottom lip in and trap it with my teeth, then shake my head slightly. He’s younger than me, Idefinitelyshouldn’t be doing this.
But maybe going for someone younger will make it more interesting?
“Fuck it!” I say.
Leaning forward, I grab his head and pull his lips to mine, kissing him hard. I slam the door shut with my foot and pushhim up against it, smothering myself in him. He’s hesitant, but as I get more aggressive, he slowly wraps himself around me. I hoist myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he walks frantically while we kiss.
Nate leads us back outside and into the pool house. He makes it to the edge of the bed before he breaks the kiss and throws me down onto the mattress.
Giggling as I land, I glance up at his hooded eyes that are smoldering with lust.
Lust for me.
Edging my way up the bed as he pulls off his shirt, I take in his abs and shudder at the devastating body he’s packing, right down to that sculpted V disappearing into his pants. Forcing down a tight swallow, I admire him before I sit up and pull off my shirt, throwing it on the floor to land on his.
Jesus Christ, this man is an Adonis—I am far too old for him.
Nate’s eyes widen as he takes in my chest, which is covered by a barely-there bra. It’s extremely lacy andverysee-through.
“Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?” he asks with the biggest of grins.
Maybe I’m not too old for him after all.
I let out a small laugh as he kneels on the bed, edging toward me. Licking my lips while he moves between my legs, I spread them further as he shifts up toward me. My back falls on the bed when he positions himself over me, and my hands run up his muscular back as he angles his body over mine.
It feels good to have not only a man touching me again, but to have that man be Nate.
He trails his lips lower, gently caressing my collarbone, and my head arches back, enjoying his touch. Nate then traces a path up my neck, leaving firm, open-mouth kisses as he nips and grazes his teeth along my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. His teeth draw my earlobe into his mouth, and I shudder indelight as a slight moan leaves my throat. He chuckles, moving from my ear across my cheek, and finally takes my lips with his.
Nate’s kiss is intense, passionate, and full of need.
A need for me.
