Page 36 of Naz & Roz

Not tonight.

Slipping into the trails, Naz navigated the terrain easily. Like it was the back of his hand he was recalling, and not a dirt path. He could walk these trails with his eyes closed, likely. He knew them that well, and felt that comfortable with them.

He was halfway through the trail when he caught sight of her coming down the path from the other direction. Naz’s grin split his face instantly. Roz was still looking down at her feet, so she hadn’t even noticed him at all yet. Likely making sure she didn’t trip over something knowing her.

Those hands of hers …

Those damn hands.

So precious.

Soft.

Delicate.

Full of talent, spirit, and his.

She was entirely his.

He’d decided.

“Sometimes, you need to watch for what’s coming down the path, too, Roz,” Naz said, smirking, “or someone might sneak up on you like this.”

Roz’s head snapped up, and she came to a full stop only inches from where Naz was standing with that shit-eating smirk. She blinked, smiled widely, and then launched herself at him. Naz caught her around the waist with a laugh of his own, before picking her right up from the ground like she weighed nothing at all.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, and that thin, flimsy dress she wore did nothing to hide the soft warmth of her center pressing against his stomach. It was fucking impossible for him to ignore the way it felt, never mind how it had his cock perking up in an instant. Like the bastard was revving and ready to go. His dick just wanted to say hello, and get acquainted with the parts of Roz that he’d been holding back from because this … and that, would always be on her time.

When she wanted.

No matter what.

“I said I would come over to your place,” he murmured, reaching up to stroke her cheek with two fingers. He took the moment of her silence to enjoy the sight the of her joy coloring her cheeks, and making her eyes glitter. Nothing was more beautiful than this woman. He was sure of it. Life, and beauty, and grace right there in his arms. He was holding it—her. Nothing could make him let go. He was sure of it. “What, did you get tired of waiting?”

Roz let out a breathless laugh as her legs tightened around his waist, and she dropped a sweet kiss to his mouth. “Nope. Just wanted to surprise you.”

Naz tucked a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. “That so?”

“Yep.”

“Missed you, my girl.”

“You just saw me yesterday.”

So?

Was that supposed to make a difference because Naz didn’t think so. He couldn’t control the way he fucking felt all the time when it came to this woman. Even a second away from her was one second too many, as far as he was concerned.

He wasn’t going to apologize for it, either.

“Besides,” he said, “I think you like it when I miss you.”

Winking, he spun them around so that her back was resting against the smooth trunk of a tree. Leaning in, he kissed a path across her smiling cheekbone, and then down to her lips. Over her chin, and jaw. Finally, down her throat. Soft, slow kisses that allowed him to feel the way she shivered, and drew in quick, short breaths.

God, yeah.

He liked that.

Slowly, Naz came back to her mouth before lingering there a little longer with his next kiss. So then, he could taste her. Feel the heat of her mouth, and enjoy the way their kiss had somehow become a familiar dance for him.