My hips immediately lifted into the air. Nathan shimmied my leggings down until the fabric pooled on the floor. He removed my sweater in one swift movement, then stepped out of reach. His eyes roamed my body, covered only by bra and panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Brenna.” Nathan’s gaze simmered. His attention was sunshine on my skin in the dead of winter.
I crooked my finger, beckoning him to me. I yanked at the hem of his sweater, and he smirked, allowing me to pull it the rest of the way off.
“Much better,” I drawled. “Now are you going to give me my surprise?”
Nathan laughed softly. “You know the surprise was pie, Quinn.”
“But it’s not what Ireallywant.”
His hands slid over the small of my back. “Tell me what you want then.”
“I want you to fuck me, Nathan. Right here.”
He inhaled sharply, clearly just as taken with my foul mouth as I was with his.
“There’s something I need to do first.” He took one smooth step forward, hooked an arm around my waist, and tugged me to the edge of the counter. He yanked my panties aside, his eyesflashing with heat. His thumb teased the source of the incessant pounding, the pressure almost too much.
Nathan dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to my center. I moaned, my head falling back against a cabinet.
His skilled tongue was demanding and desperate, ramping up the tension in my limbs. Two of his fingers slid in and out of me, a steady rhythm on the spot that never failed to shatter me.
My heels dug into the cabinet handles below.
“I need you inside me. Now.”
“Not yet, darlin’.”
I whimpered at the brush of his perfect lips forming words against me. Nathan slid his hand up my body to flick my nipple. A breathy moan escaped, which spurred his tongue to slide deeper.
My hands gripped the back of Nathan’s head, keeping him in place. Legs shaking, I wouldn’t last long…
“That’s it, Bren,” he panted. “Fall apart for me.”
My hips worked against his face, taking what I needed until the tension inside me splintered, spreading heat through my body.
I released my death grip in his hair, and slumped my useless, ragged limbs to the counter.
“That was so good,” I mumbled through labored breath. “So,so good.”
Nathan’s head was still between my legs, a wicked smile on his lips. “I think you’re ready now.”
He pulled a condom from his wallet. I watched spellbound as his boxer briefs dropped and he rolled it on.
I ached for him again, even as warm feelings from my orgasm swam through my blood.
Nathan rose to his full height, brow furrowed. “Are you ready, Bren?”
His question wasn’t about having him buried inside of me. He wanted to know if I was ready for the way this would change our relationship, for the deep emotions that would overwhelm me after we connected this way. Every cell in my body responded to the question with a resoundingyes.
Because I loved Nathan Sharpe.
Holding myself back from him physically wouldn’t stop me from falling again. I thought allowing these feelings for him to come roaring back would be the end of me, because I never thought he’d return them.
But there Nathan stood, regarding me with more longing and concern for my feelings than anyone else in my life. He’d proven his feelings by planning this entire day, by recreating the magic of Christmases past. Every time he left me a full pot of coffee. Kissed my forehead before leaving the bed when he thought I was still asleep. Buying a weighted blanket to help with my anxiety.
He chose to stay in Middlebury when he didn’t need to. Because he knew I did.
