For a moment, I fear he won’t understand. I’ll have toexplainthat he expels the darkness with a single brush of his skin. But then his eyes widen slightly, and he takes a stuttering breath.
“Just me?” he asks.
“Just you,” I whisper.
And suddenly Nate’s mouth is on mine. Normally, when we kiss, it’s bruising and desperate and filthy. Like we both know that we only have so much time, and we want to fit in every dirty thought we’ve had in the days since we last connected.
But this time, it’s soft. It’s calming and claiming and almost as if he’s trying to soothe me with each flick of his tongue, each suck of his lips.
And it fuckingworks.I melt into him, allowing him to guide and maneuver me instead of doing what I normally do, fighting him for dominance.
It appears I don’t want that today. Today, I just want to feel him. To let him make it all disappear.
Nate’s hands run up my back, his fingers digging into the muscles there and kneading, his body flush to mine as he kisses me so deeply, I fear he’ll be able to taste the misery inside of me.
And as he pulls away just enough to speak, he walks us backward, his panting breath hitting my lips.
“Not broken,” he murmurs. “Definitely not broken.”
Whether he’s trying to reassure me of the fact once again or commenting on how hard my dick is where it’s pressed against his leg, I don’t really care.
I’m not broken.
“Nate,” I breathe out, my hands gripping his biceps as he guides us. “Don’t stop.”
Don’t stop touching me. Keep working your beautiful magic until I’m nothing but light and joy and all of the sweet things in between.
“Want me to give it to you, sweet Lanny? Want me to show you?”
I don’t care what he’s talking about, what he’s referencing, as I say, “Yes.”
I’ll take whatever it is that he deems fit.
But I should have known. After spending last weekend at his little house, I should have known he meant the stars.
They illuminate the air around us, grazing my skin and igniting something inside of me that feels so fucking good, it borders on sorrow.
“Oh, f-fuck,” I groan, taking in the little lights as he spins me, laying me on the bed.
“You like them that much?” he asks, skillfully using his fingers to unbutton my jeans and yank them down. “Do you enjoy glowing for me?”
“Please.” I’m panting, heaving out large breaths as I try to collect myself.
But Nate is making this task impossible. He’s touching me so reverently, so softly, that as he pulls my briefs down, taking my shoes and everything else with them, I can’t even think.
There is no way I can hide from him now. Not when he’s like this. Not while Iwanthim this way.
“Please, what, babydoll?” he purrs, yanking my shirt over my head until I’m completely exposed and he’s most definitely not. “Please make you come? Please kiss you? Or do you want more of my gift, more of my soul?”
That. I want more ofthat.
But instead of speaking, I moan, completely enraptured with him. How could I ever have thought I could break this man? Why would I damage something so valuable to me?
“You’re shaking,” Nate observes, his fingertips running smoothly over my chest. “It normally takes me a minute to get you here. Are you that excited, or is all of that pent-up agony trying to force its way out?”
“Stop… stop teasing,” I manage to say, but outside of that, I’m kind of in shambles. He’s right on both accounts, and I don’t know how to tell him that.
Nate watches me for a moment, dropping his fingers to run lightly over my leaking dick. I shudder, trying to hold eye contact with him as if my life depends on it.
