Once Upon A Half-Time 2(67)

“Mandy, you don’t have to. I was joking about the tacos.”

“I’m not joking about this.” I pulled him closer. His eyes burned so bright and beautiful it was amazing I hadn’t surrendered to him before. “Nate, I can’t tell you how I feel yet…but I can show you how much you mean to me.”

“I don’t want to make it complicated.”

“It’s not anymore. It’s really, really simple.”

I wanted to be with him. I wanted to tell him every secret, every fear, every amazing possibility that came from carrying his baby.

But first I wanted to prove just how I felt about him.

In case revealing the truth destroyed everything we might have had.





18





Nate





Mandy led me to the shower. She didn’t let me speak, but I already said everything she needed to hear.

And it was more than I ever admitted to any woman.

Mandy was always so warm. Her heat boiled inside me, and the soft brush of her skin enraptured me. Her arms tucked around my neck, and her fingers tickled in my hair. I hardened from just her touch.

I’d never let her go.

She refused to admit what she felt for me, but nothing would stop me from making this woman mine. She fell for me, and I caught her. I wasn’t letting go.

I thought it’d be frightening to confront my own feelings.

It wasn’t.

This was the easiest decision I ever made.

The bathroom wasn’t big enough for two people, but we wouldn’t be separated for long. Mandy fit in my arms perfectly. Why didn’t I realize she belonged there long ago?

I kissed her, nibbling her lip and flicking her tongue. I’d do anything to hear her quiet little mew, and I do even more to turn it into a moan. I ripped my shirt off, battling against her touch to pull hers off too. Her fingers brushed my skin, as if she finally gave herself permission to enjoy what I could offer.

She had every permission, every right, and every reason to touch me.

I was hers.

I tugged her shirt off. Jesus, her tits got bigger every time I saw them.

That was a damn nice surprise.

Not that Mandy wasn’t absolutely perfect before, but now she was curvier, more beautiful, and utterly feminine. What was it about this woman that made me want more? Desperation threaded my veins. I craved to touch her, hold her, take her as my own. Her silken body lured me close, and something primal hardened my cock.

Desire was too sweet an instinct.

I had to prove she was mine once and for all.

Her bra dropped to the floor. The chocolate-dark of her skin warmed under my hand. I cupped her breast and rolled my thumb and finger over the hard, waiting bud. My mouth watered for a taste, but her hands worked quicker than my lust-addled mind. She shimmied from her yoga pants.

Oh, Christ. She wasn’t wearing panties.

I’d drop to my knees and worship this woman. Just one taste. Just one lick.

Just one quivering, mouth-watering, creamy bite from her most sensitive secret.

Mandy took my hand before I knelt down. Her sweet smile turned sultry, and she glanced at the shower.

Fuck it. It didn’t matter how. Either on the floor or under the water, Mandy was getting wet.

I kicked off my jeans and gathered her into my arms. I flipped the water on too hot, but I didn’t care. Nothing burned more than my blood, and the steaming droplets striking my back soothed me, calming me with a sting before I overwhelmed the woman I poised to attack.

I shielded her from the water until it ran cooler. The beaded heat struck my skin, and she teased me with the sensual caress of her fingertips. Her touch traced my muscles, my pecs. She smirked and drew her nail over my nipple. My cock hardened. Twitching. Her hands lowered, but not quick enough, lost within the hard-packed strength of my abs.

I grunted. “If you knew what you did to me…”

“If you knew what you already did to me.”

I kissed her, pressing her into the shower wall. The water cradled us in warmth and a cocoon of quietness. The rhythmic cascade roared over my rasped breath. Mandy moaned into me, still somehow hotter that the steam. The heat curled between us, and every pelted drop of water urged me on, encouraging me to shelter Mandy with my strength, my body, everything I had for her.

I couldn’t get any harder. My cock pressed against her belly, and she broke my kiss to stroke me. Her hands were tiny, but I appreciated the effort. Every tug, every loving pull enthralled me, and I stared at her hands to watch the dark and light pleasing me with every caress.

I strained against the near agony of her touch. Mandy giggled, even as I pinned her against the wall, my arms on either side of her shoulders. She wasn’t going anywhere.

She squeezed my cock. I nearly came then, imagining how sexy she’d look splashed with my desire.