Page 114 of The Wrong Side Of Us

My eyes fluttered closed when he began placing warm kisses on my neck, the type that send shivers down your spine and goosebumps all throughout your body, the type that makes you forget about anything and everything but that precise moment.

My hips bucked against him, feeling the effects of what he did to me, but he paid no mind to it, his sole focus to pleasure me.

Nathan’s hands explored my body tentatively, as if afraid that I’d break, but what he didn’t know was that with every one of his caresses, he healed me. He made me feel precisely what I needed. Gasping, I threw my head back while his hands roamed lower and lower, his grip tightening around the lace panties I wore, and he pulled, the material giving way to his strength immediately.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, the words reserved only for me. It was like a quiet confession, like he was telling me his deepest secret and he wanted it engraved in my mind. “You’re the only woman I’ll ever love.”

I moaned softly, wanting to tell him how much I loved him too, but stopped when I felt his hand between us, working on the zipper of his pants. I moved aside just briefly so he could lower his clothing and shuddered when the most intimate parts of our body made contact.

Our mouths met once again, this time Nathan taking every bit of control away from me as his tongue slipped inside, just as I sank on to him, and I moaned, unable to help myself. I leaned my forehead against his, my eyes meeting his while he stilled my hips, not allowing me to move.

Remember this.

Those eyes, eyes that had captured me, eyes that had enamored me…eyes that said everything that words couldn’t fixed on mine, pleading me to remember this, that moment in which it was only us. They told me to forget the pain, to forget the hurt.

They reminded me we were one.

With a groan deep in the back of his throat, Nathan thrusted upwards, and I buried my face in his neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, concentrating on the feel of our bodies moving slowly against each other, dancing together to the perfect rhythm, connected in the most intimate way.

Our mingled sounds of pleasure filled the room while our crazy hearts beat in sync.

His hand went to the back of my head, gripping my hair and pulling my face back. I didn’t open my eyes, instead letting myself just feel. His thrusts increased, and I met each one, hoping he felt the intensity of emotions that ran through my veins.

I threw my head back, my mouth opening in a silent moan as overwhelming pleasure consumed me, Nathan’s hands gripping my hips with force as my peak drew out his own.

I collapsed against Nathan with exhaustion. His arms traveled around me, his fingers drawing a soothing pattern on my back while our breathing returned to normal. He held me silently, his lips pressed at the top of my head, kissing me every now and then, reminding me that he loved me.

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“No, she’s fine,” I heard Nathan answer as he spoke to the person on the other line. “I’ll let you know, Carter. Good night.”

The feeling of betrayal crept back to into my system when I heard his name. He knew. I tried to push back the dull ache, but despite the love he felt for me, I couldn’t avoid the hurt.

Everything had been a lie.

Part of me could understand why he hadn’t said anything, but being lied to my whole life was something I couldn’t comprehend.

“He’s worried about you,” Nathan murmured, sitting next to me on the bed. He brushed my hair back, his concerned gaze meeting my own. My throat closed, and I gulped, trying to avoid the overwhelming emotions that threatened to take over once again.

“I’m fine,” I replied, leaning into his touch, the only source of comfort I could find.

“Don’t lie to me.” Sadness laced his words, like he felt everything that I did. Was it possible our connection was so strong he could feel my pain and heartache? Could he feel it even if he didn’t know?

Did he know?

“Other than the Derek and Hannah thing, are you hiding anything else from me?”

Nathan shook his head. “Baby, the Derek with Hannah thing was their business. I couldn’t tell you because your problems with Hannah were already too big, and finding out that she’d had an affair would have disappointed you even further. I didn’t want that for you.”

Little did he know that his attempts to protect me had been useless.

“But that’s not what this is about, Evie,” he said, tilting my head up when I tried to avoid looking at him. “There’s something else going on, isn’t there?”

I nodded, biting my lip to stop myself from crying. The tears were unavoidable, however, and he wiped one away, waiting for me to speak. “I can’t talk about it,” I breathed.

“Why?” he whispered.

“Because if I say it out loud, it means it’s all true, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face it yet.”

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