His laugh rumbled through me.
“Never. I didn’t think I’d see you tonight.” He turned toward me, pulling me to his naked skin. His hand slipped between my legs and up my shorts. When he discovered no additional barrier to his fingers, he made a satisfied grumble. “Do you need me, Quinn?”
“We shouldn’t.” I placed my hand on his, stilling him. “We might wake her.”
“We can be quiet… can’t we, darlin’?”
Nathan’s rough words against my ear sent a zap of pleasure to my belly.
My head nodded of its own volition, my body already lost to his touch and silky voice. My head fell to his shoulder, while my hips moved slowly against his fingers.
“That’s it, Bren.” His teeth grazed the shell of my ear. “I love you like this. Flushed. Desperate for me.”
I bit down hard on my lip to stop a moan. I was hot all over, burning for Nathan,needinghim.
His fingers kept moving leisurely in and out, each stroke winding me tighter. I reached toward his boxer briefs, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.
His hand clamped on mine, plastering it to his stomach. “Uh-uh, Bren. You’re the greedy one, not able to go even one night without my cock.”
“Nathan,” I whimpered.
“Tell me what you need.”
Nathan pulled his hand back, drawing a groan from deep within me. My eyes popped open to find him smirking. Damn him.
“I need you inside me. Right. Now.” I panted. “You’re theonlyperson who can give me what I need.”
Nathan seized my lips, his tongue teasing mine before he pulled back again. “You’re the only person I want to be with, Brenna. Now come here, back to me.”
I granted his request, turning and scooting until the hard planes of his body pressed into my back. He slipped my sweatshirt over my head, leaving me in a thin white tank top. One arm reached around my body to my breast, fingers playing with a peaked nipple.
“I love feeling you through this.”
I clenched my legs together, barely holding on as the rasp of his voice teased me. It was too much. I couldn’t take it.
“Nathan…” He’d reduced me to a begging, shaking mess. “Ineedto come.”
“Oh, you will, Bren.” His teeth grazed my earlobe. “So fucking hard.”
I’d never heard a more beautiful sound than the rip of the foil wrapper. Nathan and I both groaned as he pushed into me. I’d never get tired of these first moments, the pleasurable sensation of his cock stretching me.
He waited for me to adjust—attuned to my needs as always—and then he thrust into me. One of his hands teased my breasts, the other gripped my shoulder for leverage. I nudged against him each time he thrust, finding a rhythm.
This was new for us, this slowness, this leisurely way Nathan moved in me, like we had all the time in the world. And time did seem to slow as I always wished it would when we were tangled up in each other.
“Touch yourself, darlin’.”
My fingers obeyed, teasing at the apex of my thighs.
“Good girl… just like that.”
I worked myself harder, spurred on by his approval. His thrusts quickened, becoming erratic when his hand landed on top of mine, the added pressure from his fingers sending my body over the top. My orgasm slammed into me, making me clench around him while I moaned into a pillow.
“I fuckinglovethat sound.”
Nathan thrust one last time and sent himself over the edge, biting my shoulder to stay quiet. The spark of pain, the way Nathan worked to even out his staggered breath, the evidence of whatIdid to him. Happiness bloomed in my chest, bright and warm and so strong, it could burst straight through my skin. I turned in his arms until we faced each other, then kissed him with every good feeling that existed inside me.
“Just so you know, this isn’t why I came in here.”
