I follow him the short distance up the street and turn onto his long drive. I'd love to live out this way. Away from all the hustle and bustle in town. Serene and quiet. With spring around the corner, the trees will become full and the grass will be turning green. It will be so beautiful. Finally reaching the end, I see him standing by the porch steps and pull up beside him on the round of the driveway. He doesn't hesitate to jog around the front of my car and open my door for me. I barely stand when his mouth covers mine, his hands cupping my face. Damn, he literally sweeps me off my feet!
"I wanna court ya," he says kissing my cheek. "Take ya out to dinner." He kisses my nose. "I wanna walk through town with you on my arm, proud that you're my gal." His gal! He kisses my other cheek. "I wanna give you flowers, jewelry, anythin' you want." He kisses my forehead then he steps back and looks into my eyes. "I want ya to move in with me." Wait! What? My eyes widen. "Too soon?" I swallow hard. Is it too soon? Is there some kind of time limit before someone makes this decision? "It is too soon, huh?" I look up into his searching eyes and smile. He kisses my lips, and my legs weaken. "I didn't mean to rush ya, Beauty."
I nod. "I know," I whisper, my voice cracks from so many emotions.
He bends, able to look squarely into my eyes. His hands still pressed against my face. "All I know is – I love you, Tina Brogdon. I'd move the mountains for you. I'd give you my life, my land, anythin' you desire."
I reach through his strong arms and cup his face. "Nash – I...."
He closes his eyes and when they reopen they're full of worry. "I blew it. Didn't I?" He doesn't give me a chance to speak. "Dammit! I knew I was movin' too fast. Told myself over and over to slow down. I...." I press two fingers over those luscious lips.
"I'm falling in love with you," I whisper. He smiles against my fingers. "But...." He frowns quickly. Leaning up, I move my fingers and kiss his delicious lips. I move back, staring into his gorgeous greens. "I want to say yes. I really do. I'm just...." Moving his right hand, he picks up my long hair, pushing it over my shoulder. "I have no doubt you'd treat me so well, much as you do now. I gave you something of mine, something I never thought I'd do." His brows raise. "I never thought I'd find the man of my dreams to give it to."
"I'm more than honored," he whispers, kissing me again. Damn, he's making it difficult to concentrate on anything. "So – you were sayin'?" What was I saying? Oh, yeah.
"This is just all so new to me." He nods because he's such a kind hearted man and understands. Why can't I move in with him? "It's not that I don't have all these amazing feelings for you. I do. So much. I...." Why? Why. There's really no reason why I couldn't. It's not like we haven't known each other for a few months, just haven't dated. Well, hell, we haven't really had an "official" date yet. Although the pre-date was more than spectacular. All our friends love him, think he's the greatest. So, what am I so afraid of? Getting hurt. Yeah, that would suck. Yet, I don't really think he could ever hurt me, not intentionally. Well, hell. I smile, moving my hand down to his broad chest. "Thing is – I'm totally a bed hog." The corner of his mouth lifts as well as an eyebrow. "I mean, I start out like a normal person. But by morning all the covers are hanging off the bed and onto the floor because I've literally pulled them from the other side of the bed and I'm in the center of the bed, all sprawled out."
Releasing my face, he wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tightly. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get a bigger bed." He leans down, kissing me hard. As wet as my panties are, I don't even know why I bother wearing any when I'm around him. Moving back, he kisses my nose. "Besides. I'd be holdin' you in my arms every night. You won't be able to move."
"Oh! Well, there's that." I smile.
I move my arms around his neck. "Is that a – yes?" I nod anxiously. Oh, God! What am I doing? Wait! I'm moving into a huge plantation/mansion with the hottest guy on the planet. A gorgeous cowboy who just told me he loves me! "Wooo-howdy!" he yells, picking me up by the waist and spinning me around. He stops and I slide down his body, feeling every ridge and plain through his clothes. Deep ridges and plains and is that his hard cock pressing against my stomach? Oh, hell, yeah it is. Suddenly, he bends down, grabbing underneath my legs, still holding onto me around my waist, and lifts me into his arms.
"OH!" I scream in surprise.
Slamming my car door, he starts carrying me around it then up the porch steps. "Gotta do this right," he says, not even out of breath. He opens the front door and I laugh.
"I think you only do that the night of your wedding." I hold onto him tighter.
"Hell, I'll do this every day as long as you live here."
I giggle as he carries me up the stairs, thanking whatever powers that be that no one is around. He takes a right and passed the room I'd slept in until he reaches the last door. He opens it, flips on the light, and I hold in my gasp. I look around as he carries me across the large room. A stone fireplace in the far corner to my right. I turn my head further to the right and along the wall is a long tall dresser holding a TV. Beside the fireplace to the left is a huge bay window with a built-in padded bench. In front of that sets a small round wooden table with a chair on either side, all the wood throughout the room matching in color. To the left of the bedroom door is what I'm imagining is a bathroom. He lays me down on a mattress that's sitting on top of a very huge bed. Not just king size but it sets up really high from the ground. He stands, briefly, and I look straight ahead at that large TV across from the bed. His bedroom is almost as big as my entire apartment!
"Would you like to use the bathroom before we go to bed?"
"Um – sure?" Why did I say that like a question. He reaches out his hand and helps me off the bed. He walks with me to the open door and flips on the light.
"I'll get you somethin' to sleep in." Nash smiles.
I walk into the bathroom, hold onto the frame, and look over my shoulder, trying to sound and look sexy. "That won't be necessary." I wink and walk into the room, watching his eyes widen as I close the door. I fist pump the air. YES! I turn around in the large room. Wow! Even his bathroom is huge! Beige tile flooring, huge corner Jacuzzi tub and in front of me a very large shower. The toilet is closed off in a small room by itself! Long marble counter, in beige with white swirls with double sinks! It's gorgeous! Placing my hands on the counter, I look at myself in the mirror. Rose colored cheeks. My hair is a mess. I run my fingers through the snarls. I can do this. Wait a minute! I'm not even nervous. Okay, maybe a little.
"Are you okay in there?" His voice muffled from the door.
I clear my throat. "Yes. Be right out."
Standing up, I brush back my hair and smile, showing my teeth. I gasp and rub them with my fingers then cup my hand over my mouth and let out a breath. Well, at least my breath doesn't smell bad. I walk into the bedroom and stop, looking at the scene before me. He'd lit a fire in the fireplace, causing the room to have a soft glow. Candles are lit on the tall long dresser and nightstands. How romantic! He's sitting on the edge of the bed in only his boxers. When he stands, his very hardened cock strains against them. Feeling brazen, I reach down and grasp the hem of my sweater, lifting it up and over my head, staring into his eyes. They turn a shade darker immediately. He walks over to me.
"Let me," he whispers.
My body seems to come to life as he reaches around me, feeling him unclasp my bra. I shiver as he pulls each bra strap over my shoulders, kissing my skin where they had laid. I let my bra drop to the ground as he unbuttons my pants then watch him kneel as he pulls them down, taking my panties with them. I hold onto his large shoulders as I step out of them and push them away with my foot. He stands, taking a step back, looking down and back up my body. My shyness gone, awkwardness and stumbling forgotten, I walk up to him and take the waistband of his boxers in my hands. I watch him look down at me as I pull them off. He kicks them away and as I slowly stand, I take his rock hard length in my hand.
"Fuck," he hisses as I begin to stroke up and down, putting pressure with my movements.
I feel his hand on top of my head as I remove my hand and move down to a kneeling position, taking it into my mouth. He hisses again then pulls and pushes my head as I suck him, hard. I begin fondling his balls and his hips buck. "Fuck, Tina." I continue the pleasure/torture until he grabs my arms, pulling my mouth away and lifting me until he throws me on the mattress making me bounce, losing my breath instantly. I barely open my eyes when he thrusts into me.