"I know we only just started talking and hanging out without Tanner and McKenzie,” he said, “but I noticed you before that."
I stared at him, hoping this wasn’t about to crash and burn after I chased him down and brought him back inside.
“I made a lot of mistakes in the past, but one thing I know for sure is that I don’t want to screw this up again. I want something real, and I think this could really be something special.” He raked his hand through his hair and then met my eyes. “I’m not interested in just hooking up, Elizabeth. I want more than that. I want a commitment. And I hope you do too."
I stared at him for a minute, taking it all in.
"I don't know what to say. I mean, that's not really what I expected," I said at last.
"Just say yes. Say that you want to be with me too. Tell me you something serious and not just some fling.” He took another deep breath. “I'm sure it will be hard at times, but I really think we can make it work if we try." He started at me hard, his eyes pleading. It was a side of Nathan I never thought I’d see.
It didn't take much pleading, though. Of course, I wanted to be with Nathan. I think I had known it longer than I wanted to admit.
"Of course I want to try," I said. I wrapped my arms around him, never wanting to let go.
He looked relieved as he took me in his arms and kissed me again. Only this time, it wasn’t slow and romantic. This time, it was needy. Possessive. I felt him claiming me with every stroke of his tongue. He pawed at my lower back as he pulled me closer to him. My breasts pressed flat against his chest. Our teeth clashed,. My lips began to get sore, but I loved the pain. I loved the connection. I adored the desperate heat of it all.
I loved knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Passion and desire filled my veins. He growled like a beast that wanted to be set free from its cage. The wall I’d built up to protect myself from Nathan had been knocked down by his confession.Waves of passion continued to crash over us as he picked me up and hoisted me against the door, making me wrap my legs around his waist.
“Bedroom?” I asked breathlessly.
He held me tightly against his body. “Show me where to go, gorgeous.”
I pointed down the hallway and gasped a little as I felt him harden against me. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along my neck as I breathlessly guided him to my bedroom. Nathan stumbled toward my bed and we fell back onto the mattress. I gazed up into his sparkling eyes.
His eyes made my heart skip a beat.
I gripped his shirt and pulled him down over me, kissing him some more, scared that if I came up for air even for a moment, I’d wake up from this dream. But it wasn't a dream. This was real. It was really happening. I was going to have sex with Nathan. I wanted to feel his body over mine all night before we collapsed into a fit of sweat and smiles. I wanted him to rip off my clothes. I wanted to feel him filling me.
And as I kicked off my shoes, he pulled his shirt over his head.
“Nathan?” I asked.
He tossed his shirt to the side and stepped out of his own shoes. I made quick work of my clothes while I watched him undress. I would’ve thought that undressing for someone like Nathan would’ve been hard. Like, he was judging me or making me feel self-conscious. But the more clothes I peeled off, the hungrier he looked.
“So?” Nathan asked, standing there, naked.
I stood, revealing my whole naked self to him. “Yes?”
“Yes. Yes to everything, Elizabeth. I want you so bad, I can't see straight.”
“Then, come get me.”
He tackled me back to the bed and crashed his lips against mine. I wound my arms around his neck, holding him close and spread my legs spread. His hard cock pressed against my bare pussy. I felt myself gush as our tongues battled for dominance. He took my hands in his and pinned them above my head. He kissed my neck, my throat, my collar bone, and down towards my tits. His hot, wet tongue found my nipple. He teased it before sucking it into his mouth. I arched my back and moaned out his name.
“Jesus, Nathan. Holy hell.”
He paused for a second and I lifted my head. I felt sheepish, yet powerful, beneath his body as he pinned down on the bed bed. With my legs spread and his knees between my thighs, I couldn’t stop staring at his long, thick erection, standing at attention between our bodies.
I expected him to smirk at me, but his expression remained serious. He brushes a lock of hair off of my face and tucked it behind my ear.
He tilted his head. "I know we haven't really talked about this, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I don't want to screw this up.”
Despite his thoughtfulness, I was trying to hold back laughter. I mean, he was stark naked and holding me down in bed. I’d already made up my mind about this.
"I mean, naked making out with you is fun and all," I teased, “but I know what I want, Nathan. And what I want is you."
