He carries me farther into the house. The hall is dark despite it being the middle of the day. He bumps us into a table and swears. Both his hands still hold me tight to him. I drop my palm behind my back and push my powers into my hands to shine a little white light to act as a flashlight. I can see the light gleaming back at me from his eyes. They widen before focusing into admiration.
“Show off,” he says, softening his tease with a kiss to my forehead.
Being in his arms is like finally finding a home where I belong. I have no fear of hurting him anymore. I would never let anything happen to this man. Somewhere in the hours we’ve been apart it has become crystal clear that I have fallen hard. I will tell him that, too. For now, I want to languish in him. I want to give myself that much. After years of holding back and never allowing myself the simplest pleasures, I will take all that he offers me.
In his bedroom, it is mostly dark thanks to heavy drawn curtains. A soft stream of light peeks through a crack in them and across the bed as though directing us where to go. He drops me gently onto a large bed covered in a navy comforter. It’s soft and luxurious and I feel swallowed up by the masculine, clean smell of him.
He lowers himself on top of me fully clothed. His nose pushes the curls off my neck to nuzzle the base of my ear, spreading hot breath across my skin. My nipples harden in my shirt and my impatient body arches off the bed to find some sort of friction to satisfy me. I feel his smile on my neck. I think of that night at the brewery when I felt him studying me. I arch my neck to give him as much skin as he wants. Holding himself up on one strong arm, he shakes slightly and it ignites me. He slides my loose-fitting shirt off my shoulder; his gaze is focused on that bit of exposed skin. His thumb gently rubs under the strap of my lace bralette.
“I love this spot,” he says.
I awkwardly try to see what he is referring to. It’s a birthmark just below my collarbone. I look back up at him in confusion.
“It taunts me. Whenever your shirt slides down in a meeting and I can see it …” He grinds himself into me with a frustrated growl. I match his movements and sigh. “I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I feel like everybody must know my thoughts. I have spent so much time dreaming about tasting you here.”
My breath comes out in breathy pants. I shimmy a little to get some space. He leans back on to his knees, straddling my hips.
I pull my shirt off and throw it to the side. His nostrils flare and his hazel eyes go black as they move up and down my chest. I can feel how high and tight my breasts feel in this sheer bra top. He grabs the hem of his tee and I watch in utter delight as he pulls it up and off.
A second later he’s back on me. The hot skin of his chest sears my body. His mouth is on my shoulder, tongue licking and mouth sucking.
I gasp out in pure pleasure. I’m on fire. I need so much more I almost can’t handle it. I caress my palms down his back before finding his flexed triceps and holding on there. The hottest part of me demands satisfaction. My leggings are a thin material and I find myself helplessly rubbing against his erection through his sweatpants.
“I need more,” I demand.
Without speaking, Nathaniel slides down until he is eye level with my navel. The plans I see in his gaze has me stifling a moan. He balances on his forearms as he pulls my leggings down infuriatingly slowly.
“Nathaniel.” I swear his name.
His teeth graze my hip bone as he tugs the material down over my booty. He grips the roundness of my ass soon as he gets it free.
“I love your body,” he says. “You’re so strong. And so soft.” His fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass to lift my hips. His nose nuzzles my damp panties. I clench and grip the sheets so I don’t accidentally hurt him with my impatient writhing.
He massages the muscles there before sliding lower, pulling my panties down as he goes. Soon the tight material binds my thighs tight together as he stops his progress. I’m unable to spread my legs but they’re desperate to widen. His forearms cage my thighs as his head lowers to me. Just as his tongue teased the seam of my lips on our first kiss, he teases the slit of my most intimate area.
I gasp as my hands go to my breasts, desperate for … more. I massage myself. It’s the only bit of control I have since he’s dominating my lower half. My abs flex as I lift my head to look at him. I groan and try to shift my legs.
He senses me watching and his gaze slowly moves up from where he’s holding me captive. He’s enjoying the control way too much. An evil smile curls his mouth.
His gaze moves to my hands, and matching me, he reaches one hand up to slide into the lace of the bralette. He cups and massages my breast with one hand as his tongue works me below. He tweaks and squeezes my nipple as he kisses me all over.
The man really is just so multi-talented.
“I can’t stop touching you,” he moans.
“You don’t have to.” I smile at the ceiling feeling freer than I ever have.
I have never been touched like this. From the calloused graze of his hands on my soft skin to the comforting weight of him on top of me to the way his body hair tickles me in unexpected places, every single touch is a sensation overload to my lonely body. It’s more glorious than I ever imagined it would be. Everything in this moment has been worth the wait.
Still, I need more of him. A different heat grows inside of me. White light illuminates us in the darkened room.
“Nathaniel, please.” I need to seehimlose control. I want to make him as crazy as he’s making me.
When he sees me glowing, he relents and pulls my leggings the rest of the way off. As he goes for his own sweatpants, I sit up to tug off my bra. He freezes to stare at me. I’m glowing, completely naked.
I take a deep breath and do what we’ve practiced. On an exhale I lift my hand to release a beam of harmless light. My color returns to normal but I have found no relief. My nipples are tight and the light coming from the window lands right on them. He takes a moment to study me. I don’t flush or try to hide. I can see the reverence in his gaze and it makes me feel beautiful. He’s disheveled and sexy and I love this side of him.
I reach for him as he reaches for me. Completely naked, heat sears where our skin collides. I will never tire of touching him. I will never take for granted what a gift this is.
