The fact that he wasn’t inside me yet? Well, that was a much more urgent problem. “Nate.”
My voice came out low and pleading, and he groaned in response, rolled the condom on with lightning speed, and climbed back on the bed, not stopping until he was right on top of me. The weight of him pushing me into the mattress was so delicious. I held his gaze as he reached between us and guided himself to my entrance. I stroked my fingers into his hair, pulling him back down to kiss me as he thrust inside.
It wasn’t gentle or slow, but I was so wet that it was also perfect. He shuddered above me, breaking the kiss to drag in a steadying breath. “Shit, Kate. You feel… It’s been…”
He trailed off, swallowing roughly before I shook my head at him. “Same. Just move, Nate. I won’t judge you, I swear. As long as you move. Right now.”
On another low groan, he kissed me again, withdrawing slowly before he slammed back in. I cried out, my nails digging divots into his skin when he dragged against every glorious part inside me.
We fell into an easy, blissful rhythm when I started moving with him. My toes curled almost instantly. Clinging to him like a lost koala, I writhed and moaned, practically screaming his name whenever his pelvis brushed against my clit or those sparks exploded from deep within.
Holy fuck, he’s good at this. It felt like his body had been made for it, and I thoroughly appreciated that right now.Whoever thought that on top of everything else, CB—Nate—and I would be so perfectly matched physically as well?
This guy was blowing my mind. As if that thought had triggered us both, I was skyrocketing into my orgasm and I felt him tense above me not even a full second later. Pleasure crashed through me like a hurricane, dragging me under and breaking me apart in all the best possible ways.
Eventually, I was only half-aware of him pressing a kiss to my collarbone before he disappeared, crawling back into bed with me before I could even protest his absence. My brain finally started coming back online in fragments, like lights flickering on in a building after a blackout.
Sensation first, the cool air against my overheated skin and the sound of my breathing as it began to slow. The solid warmth of Nate stretched out beside me. The soft rustle of fabric when I shifted.
I pushed myself up on one elbow, then sat up fully. My hair was a disaster, falling into my face in wild pieces, and I pushed it back out of habit more than a conscious realization that I had todo it. My hands were still trembling, but I tucked them in my lap and stared over at Nate.
He didn’t move much, still lying on his back with one arm flung over his eyes like the world was too bright for him. Like maybe he was hiding from it.
Or maybe he’s just hiding fromme.
Emotion twisted in my chest as I looked down at him, the natural, ash-blond hair and tanned, trim frame. Five years ago, CB and I had started talking online. It had been three years since I’d first met Nate. All of it crashed together into one impossible, ridiculous truth.
“You agreed to run away with me,” I murmured, my voice too breathy and too rough to speak properly.
The words sounded insane out loud, but that didn’t make them any less true. Nate, a Westwood—hell, the fuckingCFOof Westwood and Sons East Coast—had agreed to run away withme.
Okay, well, not with me. With Emma, but Emma was therealme. The version of me who wasn’t afraid and who had eventually managed to let her guard down.
Nate let out a slow breath through his nose, his arm still draped over his face when the sound of his voice pulled me out of my latest spiral. “You canceled on me. Remember?”
I stared at him. “You literally just didn’t show up at the station.”
“Neither did you. You said you couldn’t do it.”
“I couldn’t do it becauseyou’djust kissed me.”
He dropped his arm and looked at me then, his blue eyes still a little dazed, like he hadn’t fully returned to earth yet either. “We were both going to cancel. I saw you in that doorway, Kate. You weren’t going to go through with it.”
I blinked at him. Hard. Then I blinked again as the full, absurd weight of it hit me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. “We were cheating on each other. With each other.”
“Yeah. It looks like it.” He looked just as wrecked as I felt, his hair a mess, his lips swollen, and his expression slack with disbelief. Dazed.
It was almost like we’d both just walked out of the same dream. I drew my knees up slightly, wrapping my arms around them and trying to gather my thoughts, but finding absolutely none waiting for me to gather.
“What do we do now?” I asked when I realized that my mind was just completely blank.
But Nate Westwood, the man who had a plan for everything, who could untangle billion-dollar deals and corporate disasters without breaking a sweat, and who always,alwaysknew what came next, just shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he finally said.
I looked at him when he turned toward me, but it terrified me more than anything else had today that he seemed honest when he added, “I actually have no idea.”
