My whole world narrowedto Nathan pushing his sweatpants down his legs.
I’d dreamed of this moment for weeks, subject to him sauntering around the house in gray sweatpants, as if he had any right to lookthatgood. I fought my attraction to him with all I had, knowing what I truly wanted was to fail.
This wasn’t smart, being with him before we finished sorting our emotional baggage. But like so many times before, logic stood no chance against the depth of my feelings for Nathan Sharpe. I had no idea what would happen after tonight. I wanted him regardless of the consequences.
Nathan smothered me with his now naked body, bringing his lips back to mine. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d kissed someone this long, felt this satisfied enjoyment on my lips. His mouth devoured mine, like I offered a lifesaving elixir and he was moments from death.
Nathan’s desperation could fuel me for a lifetime.
I could exist on only this.
My body was nerve endings, sparks becoming flame again and again at his touch. The tips of my nipples rubbed the hard planes of his chest, lightly dusted with dark hair. My legs, wrapped around his waist, squeezed us closer together.
It wasn’t enough.
He pulled back from my mouth, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, sending a bolt of electricity between my legs.
This was torture I never wanted to end.
“Nathan,” I breathed, bucking my hips toward him, demanding more friction.
“I know,” he groaned, the words reverberating against my skin.
He kissed my neck the way he’d plundered my mouth, dragging his lips to my collarbone in sloppy movements. I ignited at each place he lingered and leisurely sucked my skin.
“But we’re not rushing this, Brenna. I want the time we missed.”
“Death, Nathan,” I groaned into his ear while his attention was focused on the crook of my neck. “Or did you not hear me befor—”
My words cut off when Nathan hauled me to him, hooking his arms around my body. He flipped us over, dragging me on top of him, his hands on my lower back to steady me. One of my legs landed between his, the other outside his hip. My center pressed his thigh when I leaned toward his lips, needing to reconnect.
I let out a low moan at the throbbing ache between my legs, amplified by his tongue splitting my lips and finding a slow rhythm with mine.
“Yes, Brenna, use me,” Nathan murmured against my skin.
My hips hadn’t stopped grinding on his thigh. My soaked panties left wetness on his skin as I shamelessly writhed against him.
We kept kissing, a delicious sliding of lips, like fingers intertwining and tracing each other, not wanting to separate. I could feel the familiar zip of tension, signaling I was oh-so-close to coming apart. My hips moved faster with no real rhythm, only animalistic need as I barreled toward a release years in the making.
Nathan took my earlobe in his mouth, his hot breath whispering against my ear. “Fuck, Brenna, I’ve never been this hard in my life.”
The strain in his voice brought on my orgasm, a match finally exploding in a fire spreading through my body. I continued bucking, my movements becoming slower and shakier until I collapsed on him, panting, spent.
My inner walls clenched around nothing, emphasizing what I still needed from him.
Nathan tipped my chin back with a finger. His other hand smoothed away the flyaway hairs matted to my forehead, dotted in sweat. “And you were worried about being cold.”
I shoved him, letting out a sound I thought was a laugh, but my body still hadn’t normalized. I didn’t want it to.
“I need you inside of me. Right now,” I said as soon as I caught my breath. Beneath me, Nathan’s dick jerked. “Seems like you need it too.”
His laugh reverberated along my body. His fingers moved back and forth on my cheek. “I’m sorry to break it to you, Bren, but we don’t have any condoms unless you brought them.”
“You’re joking?” I damn near growled the words. My body wasn’t even close to sated. How exactly was I supposed to lay beside Nathan, in this bed, controlling myself until the electricity returned? Until the storm cleared and we could go to a store?
I had an IUD and hadn’t had sex since my last gyno appointment three months ago. I wanted Nathan so badly, I almost volunteered the information, but my heart couldn’t take hearing him stumble through an explanation of his sexual history.
“Why are you smiling?”
