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“You all right, baby?”
“You’re just so big.” I let my head lull back into the pillow I’m resting on and let the pleasure consume me. “You feel so good.”
Nate chuckles. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts, dragging his thumbs over my nipples. “If you think this is good, you’d better hold on.”
I grasp at his forearms in time to brace for the first snap of Nate’s hips. The head of his cock sweeps right over my sweet spot, sending a jolt of electricity crackling through me. Every muscle in my core twitches with delight as he draws out slowly just to slam back into me.
“Nate,” I cry. “Yes! Just like that! Nate!”
I don’t care if the whole apartment building hears me. I don’t feel ashamed in the slightest. Here in the comforts of Nate’s apartment, I can be as loud as I want to be. I want the whole building—the whole block, even—to know exactly who’s responsible for fucking me senseless.
I cling to him and roll, using the momentum to reverse our positions. He lies flat on his back, appearing a bit bewildered at the sudden movement.
“Well, aren’t you nimble,” he jokes.
I press my hands to his chest. “Dancer,” I pant by way of explanation.
Rocking my hips back and forth, I ride his cock hard. Nate digs his fingers into my hips and thrusts upward into me just as I lower myself back down his swollen shaft. We work perfectly together, moving as a team to chase that sweet friction we need to fall right over the edge of ecstasy.
“Fuck, Eve. Fuck, your pussy feels so good.”
“Yeah? You like it when I ride you?”
“God, you’re so fucking sexy. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.”
“Right there,” I whimper. My mind is getting higher and higher. “N-Nate, yes!”
“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll only want me in you. You’ll never want anyone else.”
“There’s never been anyone else,” I admit, voice so thin it’s about to break.
Nate thrusts into me hard. “What?”
I let go of all control, completely at his mercy. “I’ve only been with you. I never—”
He sits up straight and cups my face, dragging me down to kiss me hard. Nate rolls us over once more and pounds into me. The tight, boiling pressure deep within me builds with intensity at an alarming rate until all I can do is call his name.
It’s like fireworks, bright and loud and beautiful before the climax fades into the dark. It takes Nate a few more thrusts before he finally pulls out and comes, ropes streaking my stomach and the insides of my thighs. We remain there in the afterglow, blissed out of our minds and too exhausted to speak.
Nate’s the first to get up. I hear the rush of water somewhere down the hall. When he returns, he has a damp cloth in his hands.
He wipes me down with the utmost care, handling me like I’m made of delicate porcelain. I struggle to stay awake, but know as soon as he slips the covers over both of us that it’s an impossible task. I feel so unbelievably safe and warm cradled in the crook of his arm that sleep is as guaranteed as the rising sun.
Nate plays with my hair, twirls a few strands in his fingers as I draw mindless circles against his chest.
“Did you mean that?” he asks softly, sweetly. I’ve never heard him talk like this.
It’s so soothing.
“Mean what?” I whisper back, snuggling up against him.
He’s so nice and warm.
“That you’ve only been with me. Is that true?”
I’m too tired to feel embarrassed. “Are you judging me? I feel judged.” I say this as a joke, but I can tell by the way Nate’s brows furrow that he thinks I’m being serious.
“I’m not judging you, Eve.” He says this with such sincerity that it takes me by surprise.
“Yeah, it’s true. After we— Well, after we did it and then you left, I kind of…I kind of maybe swore off guys. I chose to focus on dance instead.”
His expression is troubled. “I’m sorry.”
Nate’s a lot of things. He’s confident and strong, arrogant and commanding, undoubtedly talented and intelligent. But I’ve never heard him apologize before. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who’d apologize for anything.
I trace the sharp line of his jaw and stare into his eyes. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Nate.”
“I disagree, but that doesn’t change the fact that I should have at least called you. Sent a Facebook message or something.”
Pity fills my stomach. I know why Nate left. As hurt as I was, I also never blamed him.
His brother’s death shook the whole community. News travels fast in a small town like this. By morning, everybody in town had heard of the accident. By late afternoon, the word was that Jacob Winthrop died of his injuries at Haven General Hospital.
