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And with that, it’s settled. There is no discussion of our positions, of Mason, of anything.
We are following what our bodies have been telling us since the very beginning. That there is something between us. A profound magic.
We must see it through.
Nate’s fingers toy with the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?”
I should probably care more, seeing as we’re in public. In the middle of a lagoon. Where people on the bank could see us.
But Idon’tcare. “Yes, as long as I can take…” I grab the hem of his shirt. “This off?”
“Of course.”
I let him go first.
Nate’s breath changes, and his pupils dilate as he stares at my breasts compacted in my bra.
“Jesus, Laney…” He leans down and kisses each overflowing cup. “You’re so beautiful.”
All of my skin is covered in goosebumps, from both the cold and exhilaration of his body.
“My turn.” I pull his shirt off, revealing his bare chest. I’ve seen it so many times.
The light hair peppered right over his sternum. The cutof his muscles, so sharp and jagged. The vee of his waist leading into his pants.
Light-headedness starts to overcome me.
I want him. More than anything. But I can’t completely shed who I am. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Oh, my god, Laney.” Nate’s head tips back in a dry cackle. “You’re seriously worrying about that when we’re about to–”
“Yes, I am worrying about that! You’re still my patient. I’m still supposed to take care of you.”
Nate shakes his head and dives into my neck, kissing and licking and sucking. He nips at my ear. “I’m taking care of you now.”
I open my mouth to respond but stop when the side of his hand presses against my crotch.
My stomach swoops, my arousal winces.
He rubs the edge of his hand back and forth.
Even through the fabric, I feel everything.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Laney.”
I try to catch his lips in a kiss, but he avoids me. I whine.
“You want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Nate leans me back until I’m lying flat on the bench, staring up at the warm swaths of sky until he eclipses my vision.
He smiles down at me, his fingers hooking around my yoga pants. But he doesn’t pull them down.
He kisses my mouth. Then my throat. Then my clavicle. A line of kisses down the center of my body until he reaches the waistband of my pants.
I am taut with anticipation of his mouth on me.
