Page 146 of Things I Read About

He grins before grabbing me at the knees and lifting me up. Then, he drops me down on my back. I let out a nervous laugh and watch him look me over. He bites on his bottom lip, then he moves his hands to my waist. He slips off my panties and looks into my eyes, in warning. He pulls me—hard—to the end of the mattress.

“I said I wanted you spread out, Sally.”

I do what he wants as he gets down on his knees at the edge of the bed.

Then, his mouth does exactly what I want, starting slowly up my thigh until I’m begging. Then

I

Oh

He

He’s devouring me. Like the time in the shower.

I can only hold onto the sheets and scream until I explode. Which doesn’t take long.

“Mm. I can’t believe I didn’t do that every day in that stupid house. Every day since I saw your face again.”

“Nate, come up here.” He hesitates, so I add, “Please, I need you.”

I hear him grab the foil packet out of his pants before he stands. The sound of it sends tremors though me. Good ones.

Nate lies next to me, one hand holding his head up with the foil in this fingers, the other exploring his favorite of all my body parts.

“Sally, tell me the truth. Are you a virgin, baby?”

“No?”

“That sounded like a question.”

I cover my face with my hand. “Technically, I have had sex.”

“But?” He asks, kissing my shoulder.

“But it was all of two minutes in the back of a car in high school. So…”

Nate leans over me, pulling my hand down to look into my eyes. “There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere. I can wait until you’re ready.”

“Good. I’m ready,” I say pulling him down to kiss me.

He does, hard, like I want. As his tongue pushes and pulls, I reach with my hand for his boxers. He groans.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Yes. Right now. Immediately.” There’s no hesitation this time. I love him, I’m safe with him, andwow,do I want him. Badly.

He chuckles. “If you insist.” He kisses down my neck as he slides his boxers off. Then he sheaths himself as he moves away from me. I watch his incredible body shift back to sit, his back against the headboard. “You want me, come and get me,” he says, his voice low and mouth grinning.

I crawl over to him and get up on my knees, lining us up.

He kisses all over my torso and grabs me with his hands—my ass, my waist, my center.

Soon, I’m shaking, hardly able to stay up on my knees at all. I look down at his collarbones, his bandage, his six pack, and then…him.It’s intimidating.

He puts up his hands. “Hands.”

I line up our palms and link my fingers with his.