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Nate is a boxers man, my subconscious points out as he lies down beside me and dives into another kiss. But then I stop thinking entirely as his hands coast down my body, his touch lighting me up like a pinball machine at the height ofplay.

It’s been so long since anyone touched me I’d forgotten how amazing it feels to be stroked and teased. The soft skin of my belly twitches as he brushes by it. The first slide of his fingertips past the elastic of my panties is exquisite. I part my legs, shameless. And,yes. I practically arch off the bed when he finally reaches my core. He makes a noise of shock to find me sowet.

The word he gasps is, “Sweetheart.”

It’s a potent, whispered oath. I wrap both arms around his neck. We’re skin on skin—all heat and friction. He fits the root of his cock against my pussy and grinds slowly against me, while I dive into his mouth, my kisses begging formore.

We’re like a video on fast forward—grappling and writhing, our mouths in motion, kissing and nibbling everything within reach. I’m desperate. Desire pulses inside me. Throughout me. I’m made entirely ofwant.

I fill my lungs with air and then ask for it. “Please,” Igasp.

Nate smiles down at me. That fuckergrins. I’m burning up here, andhe’s…

He’s yanking my panties down and tossing them away. He’s hovering above me, his eyes glittering withdesire.

He’s sliding insideme.

Everything slows down. I dig my heels into the mattress, bracing myself, taking him. There’s a hush as we stare at each other in shock. I hear breathing and theglug glugof my own heart. He gives one last little push and seats himself fully. I’m pinned like a butterfly inside this moment, staring up at him inwonder.

His smile is gone now. In its place is a face so serious that I have to reach up and touch it with one hand. He bends down, touches his tongue to mine and sighs into our inevitablekiss.

Sweetheart. That word is still echoing inside me as he begins tomove.

He removes my hand from his face and kisses it as his hips take a slow rhythm. Both my hands are caught in his. He raises them over my head and holds them against thepillow.

But I need to move. So I lift my knees to catch his hips and meet his every thrust. And we’re kissing again. I’m drowning in so much heat and desire. I don’t want it to ever end, but my greedy body feels otherwise. It starts as a heavy pulse between my legs. When I can’t hold it back any longer, I arch my back and cryout.

Nate’s moan is a chorus with mine. Waves of pleasure wash over me as he curses against my lips. He lets go of my hands and wraps an arm around my thigh, yanking us more tightly together once…twice.

He plants himself deeply inside me and bites the juncture between my neck and shoulder. Then he lets out a tortured groan andshudders.

Holy…

Wow.

I…

I can’t believe we just didthat.

It’s amazing and wonderful and so incredibly shocking. But all I want to do about it is run my hands over his skin again andsigh.

13

Nate

My heart rateis several miles per hour over the legal limit, and my body is heavy with the weight of sexualgratification.

Even my endorphins haveendorphins.

Rebecca relaxes beneath me, breathing hard. I heave my tired carcass over to the side, pulling her with me. She lays her head down on my chest and exhales as ifstunned.

And maybe she is. I know I am. Not only was that the most amazing experience of my life, but it’s alsodumbfounding.

I have never lost control of myself so completely as I did justnow.

Normally, I’m just about the most dedicated person I know. I get up at five o’clock every morning. I’ve run marathons. Keeping a tight leash on myself is the only way I know to stay sharp and stay ontop.

Tonight I gave a dangerous new meaning toontop.