“Yeah,” she said. “I actually feel… great. Aside from being mortified at myself.”
His expression softened a touch. “Do you want to stop?”
That was the loaded question, wasn’t it? Because no. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel him lose his shit, wanted him to be feral for her in a way that was anything but choreographed to perfection.
“Are you sureyou’reokay?” she asked instead, looking for any sign of hesitation.
He groaned, head tipping back to reveal the subtle ridge of his Adam’s apple in a way that turned her on every single fucking time he did it.
“Holly, it’s taking everything I’ve got not to fuck you like a madman right now.Trust me,”he said, dropping his chin to look into her eyes. “I’m fine.”
Oh, that did it. She felt herself melt around where he was buried in her like steel wrapped in velvet, clenching with the desperate need to have himkeep going.
“Do it,” she said, deadpan, staring at him. “Give me the madman. We’ve got at least ten minutes before we’re due for results.”
Time management queen. Efficiency, but make it feral.
He lost the cheek from his expression, mouth falling open with sheer desire at her audacity, but he didn’t make her ask him twice. He rolled his hips up into her slowly, hands gripping her with punishing intensity. Holly gasped, and that last little breathless sound from her seemed to be his green flag.
And then he took what he needed. Rough, fast. His hips snapped into her like he couldn’t believe she was justletting him, as though each fucked-out moan she couldn’t hold in was music to his ears.
“Oh my fucking God.Yeah, baby.That’s it…fuck.”
Nate didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He just kept thrusting into the chaos left over from her release, driving into her again and again as she trembled and leaked all over him. He felt it. Of course he did. He grunted with the effort of holding back, and she watched him glancing down like he needed tosee.
“You just fucking…Jesus,you made a mess of me. Look at you.”
But he was gone. The visual, the sound of her, the feel of her body pulling him in and breaking around him… it was too much.
Nate gave into a full body shudder and a deep, guttural groan. His head dropped to her shoulder, damp curls against her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him close as his hips jerked mid-rhythm, and he held on for one more moment.
“Fuck, Holly,” he rasped, her name sounding like a prayer when he said it like that. “Yeah, baby. Fuck,take all of it.You feel like you’re trying to suck me in—god!—”
With another moan he buried himself inside her all the way to his balls, as though he couldn’t stand the thought of not having her envelope every single inch of him. He rocked his hips as his cock pulsed deep inside her, and she felt the sudden hot thickness of his cum.
“You’re perfect.” He shuddered with another wave. “I need you so much.” Another jerk of his hips.“Mine,”he said, still filling her.
She watched him unravel with wide eyes and her mouth open in awe, holding him close while he rode out the aftershocks of his release. He stayed there, trembling, buried inside her like she was his fucking church. When he spoke, he was hoarse.
“God,” he said against her collarbone, forehead still resting on her shoulder. “I’ll do anything, Holly.Anything.Just tell me you’re finally mine for good.”
“You’ll even pay for my gynecology consults?” she sassed him, returning to her default programming.
He snorted a breathless laugh that sounds like it cost him the last ounce of oxygen in his lungs. “Done. Add it to the tab. Gyno consults, chiropractic care, an exorcism. Whatever you need, Martinez.”
He finally leaned back to look at her. Hair plastered to his forehead. Eyes glassy like a cyclone observed through a window. Still inside her, completely in the moment. The hottest thing she’d ever seen, looking at her like he couldn’t survive another day without knowing she had his heart.
“Christ,”she said, submitting to his worship like she couldn’t believe he was actually real. “Nate.You’re…” A lump formed in her throat and she let it sit there. Let him see it, instead of swallowing it down and pretending it wasn’t real.
He watched her watching him, and she noticed the instant he clocked the shift because his eyes softened. Their heartbeats were slowing together, breaths mingling in the mere inches between their faces. And he just held her there. Not caring ifhe was getting soft, or if there was a mess on the floor, or if they were due to appear on live TV. He anchored her, proving that the only thing in his world that mattered…
Was her.
“I’m what, baby?” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, featherlight. Then her jaw. Temple. Shoulder. As though trying to coax it out of her without pushing.
“You can tell me. Whatever it is. You don’t have to hide it.”
His thumb brushed under her eye, catching the single tear that had gathered there before it even had a chance to ruin her makeup.
