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“Nate?” she questioned when he hesitated a moment too long.
Time to stop over thinking this. He’d passed the point of no return days ago. Climbing onto the bed, he slid his body over hers, and the first thing he touched was her face. It was right, because that was where she was, the very essence of the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind.
He kissed her, savoring her with his lips and tongue. His hands slid down to her waist, pushing her tank up so he could feel the warmth of her skin against his palms. She moaned into his mouth, just the slightest of noises, and yet it vibrated right through him. One of her legs was hooked around his waist, pulling him closer, the other – her bad one – was splayed out. And her hands, oh God, her hands, they were pressing against his ass, dragging him in, until the sensation of her against him was driving him crazy.
As if she could sense it, she tugged at his top, helping him pull it off. In the end, he had to kneel up and lift it over his head, throwing it on the floor.
Her pupils dilated as she took him in, her gaze scanning up and down his chest, and he loved seeing her reaction to him. She reached out and traced her finger from his collarbone and over his chest, then to the ridges of his abdomen where a tiny line of hair led into his shorts.
Ally had a look of absorption on her face as she pushed her finger into his waistband. It was enough to make him hard as hell. He held his breath as he waited to see where she went next.
She was still staring at his waist as she bit her bottom lip, her teeth sinking deliciously into the plump flesh. Then she was unfastening his waistband, loosening it enough to push his pants wide open, revealing cotton shorts that barely restrained his desperate excitement.
“Can I touch you?” Her gaze flickered up at him.
Swallowing hard, he nodded.
Releasing her lip, she slid her hand into his shorts and curled her fingers around his length, and the pleasure of her touch made him gasp.
She moved her palm up and down, her touch gentle and yet crazy-inducing. He closed his eyes for a moment to savor the sensation. It was getting hard to breathe, to think, to do anything but try to resist the pleasure she was building inside of him. There was no way he was going to let things end before they’d even begun.
“Come here,” she whispered. “I want to taste you.”
He opened his eyes to see her crooking a finger at him. She didn’t need to ask twice. With one hand still circling him, she reached out to touch the tip of him with the thick of her tongue, and the warm wetness made him shudder.
“Closer,” she whispered, lifting her head. Her lips made a circle around him, and she was taking him in. Every bit of him enveloped in her velvet mouth, and he had to grab at the bedcovers to ground himself.
“Stop,” he whispered when he could feel the quickening inside him. “I don’t want to…”
Her eyelids flickered open as she slowly released him, and he felt himself relax.
It was his turn to tease her. He pulled off her tank and kissed his way down to her chest, his mouth closing around her. He nipped and sucked until she was gasping for more. Biting down a satisfied smile, he pulled her shorts down, followed by the scrap of pink she called panties, taking care to hook them over
her cast.
Her bare breasts were pressed against his chest, her thighs warm against his hips, and he could feel the slickness of her against his own excitement. It was as much as he could do to reach across to his bedside table, and pull out a packet he hadn’t used in way too long.
She nodded, even though he hadn’t asked her the question, and he opened the foil and rolled it on himself, before letting him relax against her. “If I hurt your leg, you need to tell me,” he said, gritting his teeth to keep his control as he centered himself against her.
“I will,” she said softly. Her lips were tender when he kissed her again, and the feel of them was enough to make his chest tighten. He slid inside her, gently at first, then harder, until she took every inch of him in. He groaned against her shoulder, stilling himself for a moment as pleasure overwhelmed him once again. He was going to have to take this easy, concentrate on her. It was the only way to control himself.
He pulled his hips back and pushed in again, and this time it was Ally who moaned. She slid her hands down his back, to his behind, pulling him closer, harder, deeper, until she cried out again. Their kisses were frantic, their breaths shallow and short, their bodies moving in a rhythmic dance that made every muscle inside both of them tense.
It was Ally who fell first. She released his lips to gasp for air, her head falling back as she called out his name. Within seconds he followed her, sinking deeper into her than he ever thought possible.
He never wanted the feeling to stop.
* * *
The first thing Ally saw when she woke up were her crutches propped up against the bedside table. Nate must have put them there some time in the night – or was it morning? She blinked and pushed herself up on her elbows, looking around his room. The mattress beside her was empty, the palest of light bathing it through the floor length windows. She knew from the color that the sun hadn’t quite risen up behind the mountains, which meant it couldn’t be any later than five-thirty in the morning.
She sat up and swung herself around, then slid her arms over the crutches, lifting herself up to standing.
“Are you okay?” Nate asked her, walking back into the room. He was drinking from a huge mug. His hair was mussed up, his t-shirt crumpled, and the dark cotton shorts he was wearing made her want him all over again.
“I was just wondering where you were.”
“I couldn’t sleep, so I made some coffee. You want some?”
