“Yes, please.”
“I can’t believe it’s been this long, baby.” He savored my slickness and greedily lapped everything I offered. “Swear to me, right now, right here. You’re mine. I can’t go months without having you again.”
His words pleasured me as much as his tongue. I groaned. Nate didn’t stop.
“You are everything pure and sexy that would drive an honest man to his knees and a bastard like me to the brink of hell. You have no idea how much I want you.”
And he had no idea how much I wanted him, but with promises and vows and futures I couldn’t give and he wouldn’t want.
I nodded, half-delirious with a crazed desperation. I tensed too much. I couldn’t hold back or refuse or deny it any more than I could have forced him to stop his teasing. I cried out and stared above as every star in the sky burst and exploded with me.
I quaked, shivered, and melted, but Nate was there. He kicked down his jeans and leaned over me with a determination that might have been frightening if I hadn’t wanted that fierceness.
I had no time to prepare. The pleasure wound through me, wrapping me in the fracturing shrapnel of my control. Nate poised himself at my entrance.
And pushed.
The overwhelming fullness wasn’t just the thickness of his cock steadily invading y core.
I rose with a breath but couldn’t come back down. My heart frantically beat, and I realized then Nate was the only man who would ever control me with such authority.
And he was the only man I ever wanted to possess that power.
My body had shred itself upon the delicate lapping of his tongue, but I had no time after the crash to recover. His cock drove inside me. Not fast. Not desperate.
He filled me because we couldn’t live apart for even a second longer.
I stared into his eyes, losing myself in the mysterious hue of forest green captured in the moonlight. He buried himself inside me, taking the tightness he had claimed before.
The first time, it had pinched and surprised me. I spent too long trying to adjust, to understand how something so primal could feel so delicious. This time, I had the answers. It felt good because it was Nate’s cock, his touch, his kiss.
The slow thrusts built in me, and I focused on every throbbing motion to savor how I reacted to the wonderfully perfect heat that passed between us.
He was bare now. Not that it mattered much then, but it did now. I felt him. Each thrust impaled me with a hard cock, but his skin was velvet soft and slid within my wetness so perfectly. Every vein, every ridge pushed against the tightness as I clenched around him.
Another orgasm built within me—deep and secret. Nate fell over me, and I raised my hips to welcome more of his length. His lips silenced my groans, too loud to let pass into the silence of the perfect night, sheltering our pleasure.
This wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t anything close, and the thought should have scared me more than the moment I realized I was pregnant.
But it didn’t.
It felt right. Natural. We fit so perfectly it was a wonder we had ever parted before.
Nate groaned against me, tensing just as I did. God, everything about us was in sync. Our breathing gasped together. Our heart beat the same jagged pulse. And our desire?
It built within me, ready for the moment Nate crested with his.
I clung to him, soundlessly begging. My head fell back, and he held me still so he could bite the sensitive spot on my neck that nearly sent me over the edge without him. His thrusts quickened, harsher but not rough. Never rough. His touch and kisses promised only perfection.
And he gave it.
He grunted and slammed inside as deeply as he could fit. I tightened against his cock.
And we were one.
His heat coated me as I collapsed into the same shattered excitement that had stolen me before. I fell limp against his hands and surrendered.
I cried out only once, calling his name and nothing more in my last, desperate grip of sanity.
The rest of everything I had to say, every secret, every dark and confusing emotion, I tucked inside and hid. I held onto him instead and buried my head in his shoulder. Nate did the same.
We rolled onto our sides, safe and warm on a blanket in the most beautiful place in the world. I counted stars again, just to ensure they still rested in the sky. His breath returned to normal. He pulled me close again. I sunk into his arms, turning to seek comfort in the strength of his chest.
I didn’t know what to say.
Nothing I thought was right or honest or could explain how I felt.
And so I held tight to him, protected and warm. Then, once our bodies stirred again, we moved together in pleasure once more.
I made love to him all night, except love wasn’t something to make. It was a curse to inflict and a struggle for us both.
As much as I denied it, I’d never escape the truth that passed every moment I rested safe in his arms.