Page 16 of Falling Too Soon (Seasons of Love #1)
DAPHNE
H oly hell that was so freaking hot. The chemistry between Nathan and me was undeniable, but our connection felt much deeper than just sex, and that was absolutely terrifying.
I wasn’t ready. I was still reeling from my relationship with dickhead.
There was no way I was in the right headspace to start something new.
Yet there I was, being carried across the cabin and into a spacious en suite by this beautiful man.
With me still resting over his shoulder, he reached into the giant walk-in shower to turn it on and adjust the temperature.
He set me down to retrieve a couple of fluffy towels from a small linen closet before returning with a sexy grin.
His gaze was hungry as he stalked back to me.
I was completely caught off guard as he swept me up into his arms and attacked my mouth with another hungry kiss.
My ass slammed onto the vanity as he set me down and continued his assault.
Hot, wet kisses trailed down my neck and chest. His hands were everywhere, kneading and pawing my breasts and ass.
Nathan flicked a tongue over my nipple and I cried out.
It was as if he knew exactly what to do to get me off and fast. I was panting and moaning and so close to another orgasm, and he wasn’t even touching me where I needed him most. My clit was aching, my pussy clenching at nothing.
It was almost unbearable. I reached between us to stroke his thickening length, earning me an animalistic groan.
“Aw, does Kitten want more?” He smiled against my chest.
“Yes, Nathan, please,” I begged, and with my next breath, I was being lifted again.
Nathan slammed us into the wall of the shower with his muscular arms, protecting me from any harm, warm water spraying over us both.
Our kisses were frantic, my legs wrapped around his narrow waist. I could feel his thick cock grinding against my dripping pussy. “Nathan, fuck me, please,” I pleaded.
Nathan pulled back to look at me, and the desire I saw in his eyes took my breath away. “Shit, I left the condoms.”
“Fuck the condoms,” I said, surprising myself.
Marcus and I always used condoms, and I was on the pill.
Nathan had just gotten out of a long-term relationship too, so he was probably good too, right?
My vagina clearly didn’t give a shit, and that bitch was evidently running the show.
Nathan was breathing heavily and looked torn. “I’m all clear, and I’m on the pill.”
“I’m good too,” he rushed out. “After Courtney cheated on me, I got tested just to be sure, and we haven’t been intimate since. You sure?”
“Fuck yes.” And with that, he repositioned himself and thrust into me bare.
Holy fucking shit. He fucked me slow and hard while we kissed and touched each other everywhere.
His thumb found its way to stroke my already sensitive clit, and I shattered around him again.
“Oh, fuck, Nathan, yes, that feels so fucking good,” I encouraged him as he picked up his pace.
“Yeah, Baby? You like that?” he murmured into my neck.
“Come for me again.” And I did with a scream.
“Such a good girl for me, Daphne.” Sex had never been like this before.
I’d always found it difficult to have an orgasm with my past partners, but Nathan seemed to have discovered the damn roadmap to getting me off and I was fucking here for it.
Nathan fucked me mercilessly through several more orgasms and for what seemed like forever. Was it minutes or hours? Who knew? I lost all concept of time until his movements became unsteady and he came inside of me with a roar.
A few moments passed as we both tried to calm our breathing.
Nathan kissed me deeply and set me back down on my feet.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered through one last kiss.
I smiled up at him and watched him turn to add some body wash to a washcloth.
Then this man washed me, like from head to toe, washed me.
He took his time, caressing every inch while he cleaned me.
That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I had just been fucked six ways to Sunday by him.
But it all felt too intimate, and I had to get the hell out of that shower and back to the safety of my room. Alone.
We had been silent as he washed me and then himself.
When he was finished, he turned off the water and wrapped me in a fluffy towel, holding me tightly to him.
He kissed the top of my head and then grabbed his own towel and cinched it around his trim waist. Beads of water still dripped down his perfect physique, and I was keenly aware that I was standing there gawking at him.
I shook my head. “Um, I’m gonna.” I started, motioning with my thumb toward my side of the cabin.
But as I turned to leave, his strong hand reached for me and grabbed me by my wrist.
“Stay with me.” It wasn’t a question.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Nathan,” I protested.
I was already in danger of falling for this man, and sleeping next to him could very well push me closer to the edge.
I stared at where his hand clutched my wrist, then back into his eyes.
It would be so easy to fall for him, but I knew better.
My heart wasn’t ready. I needed time. “Listen, there’s no question we have fun together and the sex is amazing, but I’m not ready for more.
Please respect that.” He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line, and released my wrist.
I turned and walked quietly back to my room, stopping briefly in the living room to gather my clothes.
Reaching my room, I closed the door and pressed my back against it.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and recounted the last few hours.
I could feel things brewing in my chest despite my efforts to keep my heart out of this .
After a few moments, I dressed in an oversized tee, grabbed my phone, and flopped onto the bed. I was exhausted, but I had to check in with Lexi.
Unfortunately, I was greeted by several missed calls, a voicemail, and numerous texts from Marcus.
Ugh, he was so persistent. But why? Looking back at our relationship, he never seemed happy with me, so why was he so fixated on me now?
All of his messages had similar themes. How could you do this to me?
You’ll never find someone better than me.
It’s just a matter of time until you come crawling back.
Typical narcissist. How did I not see it sooner?
I could’ve saved myself so much heartache and time.
He had me so fucked up—thinking I was the crazy one. Fucking asshole.
Shaking my head, I swiped out of those messages and found my text thread with Lexi. It was late, but she was a night owl, so I’m sure she was still up.
Me
Mayday, mayday
Her reply came almost immediately.
Lexi
What up, hoe?
Me
Oops, I did it again
Lexi
I hope IT is that beautiful man you’re shacked up with.
Me
We are not shacked up, but yes we fucked again and yes it was amazing again. I need to get the hell out of here.
Lexi
This is awesome! This is exactly what you needed. I don’t get what the issue is.
Me
The issue is I like him. Like, I really like him and I’m not ready.
Lexi
Shut that shit down. There’s no reason for feelings to get involved here. Take what you need sexually and bounce.
Me
That’s easier said than done for me and you know it.
Lexi
I know—you’re my feelings friend but lock that shit down. Like you said, you’re not ready. Wait—is he interested in more?
Me
Idk honestly. He said he doesn’t want platonic, but wasn’t clear on where we stand either. Although I didn’t give him much of a chance since I basically ran back to my room after.
Lexi
Atta girl—fuck and run.
Me
You’re ridiculous, but I love you. I’m gonna pass out. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Lexi
Love you too, boo. Oh bt dubs—I packed you another little surprise in the interior pocket of your duffle. You’re welcome.
Me
Sweet baby Cheesus. What did you do?
I tossed my phone aside and buried my face in the bed.
I loved Lexi, but we were so different. I was a serial relationship person, and she was the queen of the one-night stand.
She swore she’d never settle down, and when I was single, I was usually on the hunt for my next Mr. Forever.
So far, it hadn’t worked out so well for me.
I lost myself the last few years being wrapped up in Marcus’s bullshit, and now I wanted to work on myself.
The last thing I needed was to go and fall in love with my temporary roomie.
Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled myself up off the bed to see what surprise Lexi had hidden for me.
In the interior zippered pocket of my duffle was a small bundle of black fabric.
I pulled it out, and my jaw hit the floor.
Was this supposed to be worn? It was just scraps of fabric all connected into what I assumed was some sort of lingerie. Fucking Lexi.