Page 58 of Long Hard Road

When his eyes finally settled on my throbbing core, he pulled in a ragged breath. “You are so beautiful, angel. Perfect.” He stroked a finger through my slick folds and I groaned in pleasure. His finger circled my clit while his eyes locked onto mine. Then, without breaking eye contact, he licked the length of my slit and let out a loud moan of pleasure. “Fuck, babe. You taste incredible.”

He pressed a kiss right over my clit and then sucked it gently. My hips bucked off the table. Nate placed his arm over my pelvis to hold me in place while he did exactly what he promised to do. He feasted on me.

He alternated between languid licks and hurried flicks of his tongue. His lips closed over me in hungry pulls that had me moaning his name. As the heat between my legs became unbearable, my inner walls began to pulse and I was wetter than I had ever been. Nate could sense that I was close to release and slammed two fingers inside me, curling them into the perfect spot while sucking my clit hard and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. My orgasm reached its crescendo with an urgent pulse around his fingers and a loud cry of his name as my legs shuddered violently and my vision went white at the edges.

Nate drew out the pleasure with more strokes of my inner walls as his tongue lapped at the arousal coating my skin.

“That was…” I was panting and my heart raced. “You are incredible.”

He looked up at me, head still between my legs. His smirk was complete wickedness as he slowly drew his tongue from my entrance to my clit, sending one last violent shudder through my body. “I was right. This will always be my favorite meal.”

I was boneless as he extricated himself from my legs, slowly removing them from his shoulders, and then pulled me up. I looped my legs around his hips and pushed myself against the hard bulge in his jeans. “Don’t you want to take care of that?” I asked.

“Not right now.” He kissed me hard, letting his tongue tangle with mine. I tasted myself on his tongue. “When I finally bury myself in your pussy, I’m going to need a few days to stay there,” he said, mouth still pushed against mine.

“I used to feel silly for never having done that with a man,” I admitted, focusing my eyes on his lips because I was too embarrassed to look into his eyes as I made my confession. “But now I’m really glad I waited. You were worth the wait, honey.”

His hard swallow was audible. “I like it when you call me that.”

“I like calling you that.” I probably should’ve been a little uncomfortable with my bare ass on his countertop, my arousal coating the front of his jeans, but I wasn’t. Nate made me feel like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

He held me for another minute and then bent to grab my underwear and pants while I slid from the countertop and tried not to look too silly standing in the middle of his kitchen doing an impression of Winnie the Pooh. Nate sensed that I was feeling awkward and looked away while I redressed.

“There are still a couple of rooms down here we haven’t seen, but I think we should wait. They aren’t even close to being done yet.” He finally turned back around when I touched his arm. “Do you want to see the barn where I store all the furniture I make?”

“Absolutely.” I could only imagine how many cool things Nate had built. “Would you consider adding me to your customer list? I would love to have a Nate Sullivan original.”

“What do you want me to build you?”

“Hm. Can I wait and see what you’ve already built? That might give me some inspiration.” I wouldn’t mind a beautiful table like he’d built for his dad. But those bookcases he’d built for Harper were beautiful and functional. I had mountains of books that needed a home.

Nate locked up the house and we rode in his truck back in the direction of the main house. When he reached the spot where another truck was parked, he slowed. “Do you mind if we stop for a minute? It’s almost time for Dad to leave for his weekly community organizer meeting and I’d like to clean the snow off his truck so he doesn’t have to do it.”

I obviously had no objection to Nate being a good son. I did have some concern that his level of perfection was too good to be real. A man who let a woman orgasm on his tongue without demanding anything in return, who then insisted on stopping to clear snow from his father’s truck, was not the kind of man I had ever known to exist in real life.

Nate had just finished when Tom strolled out of the house. Through the window, I could hear him give Nate a half-hearted lecture about how he was old but not dead and could still clear off his truck. Nate replied with a comment about trying to impress me and that seemed to appease Tom because he smiled and waved at me before slapping Nate on the back.

When Nate got back in the truck, his cheeks were red from the cold and his eyes were shining like silver coins. The smile he gave me was the most perfect one yet and it made my heart flutter. I knew in that moment that I wasn’t just having fun with my hot neighbor. I was falling head over damn heels for him.

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NATE

Madison was freaking out. She was obsessing over every piece of furniture in the barn, pointing out details that most other people wouldn’t even notice. The pieces she lingered on the most all happened to be my favorites. I liked watching her enjoy the things I’d worked hard to create. My family had always supported my hobby, but Madison was fascinated by it.

“I definitely want a bookcase,” she told me as we drove back to her cabin. “More than one. I need a bunch of them for all my books.”

“How many books are we talking about?” I asked warily. I had already decided that I was going to build her anything she wanted.

“That’s personal.” Her smile was playful. “That’s the equivalent of asking you how many women you’ve slept with.”

“How are those two questions equally personal?” I was laughing yet again. I hadn’t had much reason to laugh over the last couple of years, but Madison had changed that.

“I’ll tell you my number if you tell me yours,” she countered.

I shrugged. “Fire away.”

“About 2,000.”

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