I was confident he was going to fall. There was no railing, nothing to grab onto. But he didn’t fall; his sheer skill kept him aboard.
It’s impressive and ridiculously hot.
I trail my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, across his chest, relishing in every hard inch of him.
Nate watches me, a slow, knowing smirk creeping across his lips. Then, without warning, he reaches out, grabs my waist, and lifts me effortlessly onto his lap.
“Get over here, Mads.” My eyes go wide when I feel him beneath me. “You good?”
I nod nervously. I’ve felt Nate’s hard-on against me plenty of times while we’re kissing.
But this is different.
The material of my bikini bottom is thin, and I can feel every hard inch of him against me.
My intrusive thoughts come barreling forward, and I start thinking bad…bad things. Especially when Nate’s hands fall to my waist, and his eyes roam my body.
The way he makes me feel has me wanting to rip off my bikini and do something crazy.
He leans in and quickly kisses one of my dimples, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Do you know how perfect you are?”
I run my hands through his mussed-up hair. “No one’s perfect, Nate.”
He shakes his head, biting his lip as he takes me in again. “Well, you are. You’re perfect to me, and we’re perfectly suited for each other. Don’t you think so?” He raises a cocky brow.
“Hmm.” I pepper little kisses on his chin. “I guess.”
“You guess?” He tickles my side.
“Nate!” I can’t control my laughter, falling forward and pushing us both down to the ground. “Stop. Ah, I’m going to pee.”
He stops immediately. “Yeah. That’s definitely not my thing.”
“What’s not?”
He chuckles. “You peeing on me.”
I sit up, my mouth gaping in shock and horror. “People actually like that?”
He nods.
He must be joking.Right?
“You should see your face right now.” His blue eyes sparkle as the sun reflects across his face. He folds his arms up and over his head, resting his head leisurely against his interlocked hands. “Lean down and kiss me, my beautiful goddess.”
I don’t hesitate. He’ll never have to ask me twice.
Nate’s backpack props him up slightly while my legs straddle his, and my forearms are pressed into the ground beside him.
Our lips are locked in a desperate, unrelenting kiss for what feels like hours. We’re completely lost in each other, but I have an inkling that our time here in the meadow is running out.
Nate’s open palms slide up and down my bare sides, his touch is in sync with our frantic, hungry kisses. Each pass inches higher, hesitating just beneath my breasts, stoking a fire that’s already raging.
I can’t take it anymore.
I need more. I need him to touch me.
