When our bare torsos meet, my nipples pressing against his heated skin, whatever comeback I had dissolves into a moan.
“That’s what I thought,” he says with a chuckle, keeping his hands firm on my waist as he starts guiding me backward until the back of my knees reach the bed.
And then it hits me. “Wait. Don’t you need to be home with Alex?”
You’re thinking about my kid brotherright now?” he asks, but there’s warmth in it, gratitude. “You’re something else, Darlin’.”
I bite my lip, heat coursing through me, but the worry lingers until he explains. “Ben and the kids are staying over tonight. He’s taken care of. Been telling me to get over here and apologize since the other night. You know I wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t alright.”
Of course, I knew that. But I couldn’t stop myself from worrying after everything that’s happened. “Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I am definitely sure,” he proclaims, and then, finished with talking, his hands on my waist give me a firm shove.
I land on the mattress with a gasp, but I don’t get the chance to tell him not to do that again, because he’s crawling over me and capturing my lips in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs. His rough palms slide up my sides, fingers tracing my ribs.
I run my hands through his hair as his mouth trails along my jaw, the hollow of my throat, lower until I’m arching up to meet him.
He kisses across my chest, taking a nipple into his mouth, nibblinglightly before moving to the other and then down. Every touch of my torso is deliberately placed, like he wants to reach every inch of my body.
By the time he gets to the waistband of my plaid pajama pants, I’m squirming beneath him. His thumbs brush against the sliver of skin above my underwear, and I need more.
Desperately.
When he hooks his fingers into the sides and begins to slide the thin fabric down, I turn my head, unable to watch his face. I don’t want to see what happens when he notices the shape that shouldn’t be there.
Heat floods my skin, but it’s not from arousal anymore.
The warmth of his mouth on my skin is gentle at first, a brush of lips against my thigh. When he sucks,hard, an unfamiliar sensation shoots through me like a spark. “Aah!” I yelp, jerking upright. Glancing down to find an angry red mark blooming on my thigh.
“What the hell, Nate?”
“There she is,” he says with a big smile, proud of what he did.
My heart’s hammering, not even from panic anymore, but from him. Stupid, infuriating—
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Maybe, but I got you smiling, didn’t I?” I try to glare at him, but it’s useless.
I huff, as annoyed as I am turned on, and flip onto my stomach. “Just fuck me already before I change my mind.”
His hands slide over my hips, down to my ass, and I gasp when he grabs a handful, his fingers rough in the best way. When I feel a finger tip trace the thin strap of my thong, I squirm against the bed. “Nate—”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, tugging my thong out of the way. I try to stay still when he presses against my hole, and he helps by keeping a grounding hand on my back.
“Not that I’m complaining,” He starts conversationally while my ass is completely exposed. “But why’d you turn over? I ain’t fucking you for the first time with your face stuffed in the pillow. I gotta see you.”
When his hands start to pull away, I push back against him without thinking, chasing the feeling of his hands on me. He chuckles, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
“It’s better this way,” I say into the pillow, relaxing when his hand returns. “You won’t have to see—”
“Whoa, wait a second,” he cuts in, fingers digging into my skin. “There’s nothing about you I don’t want to see.”
“You don’t have to pretend, Nate. I know it’s—”
“I’m notpretendingshit. Turn over.”
With his tone brokering no argument, I sigh, rolling over. He’s already there, one hand brushing the waistband of my underwear, eyebrow raised, daring me to challenge him.
