Page 11 of The Wrong Side Of Us

She beamed. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, and finally, she pressed her lips to mine gently, and I knew I’d made the right decision.

This was home.

Chapter 5

Evelyn

“Stop,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.

Nathan hummed against my neck, nipping at the skin. Somehow, some way, we’d managed to get comfortable on the small sofa, his hands exploring places in my body that had remained unexplored for over a year.

“Remember when I kissed you the first time?” he asked, his just-woken-up voice deep and rough, his hand traveling down my thigh and slowly raising the shirt I wore up until it rested over the curve of my ass. “You were dressed exactly like this, and all I could do was try not to take you in that basement.”

I tilted my head, giving him more access to my neck, which he took advantage of immediately, groaning when he heard the soft moan that left my lips. All the teasing touches, his lips on me, they were all adding up, the tension in my body increasing to levels I’d never experienced.

“Touch me,” I pleaded.

His eyes darkened with desire, but a smirk formed on his lips. “I thought we were taking things slow.”

Even as he spoke, though, his hand lowered further, just barely grazing the waistband of my boy shorts.

“We…are,” I gasped. “But please, Nate, I need you.”

His gaze went down to my parted lips, then back up to my eyes as his hand went between my legs. I whimpered, and his lips pulled up to a taunting grin. “I hardly think this is a way of taking it slow, Evelyn.”

Suddenly the look in his eyes changed, from lustful and dark, to longing—the type of longing someone has for their lover after time apart. The type of longing one can only have for the person they love.

“I’ve waited to have you with me for so long.” He brushed the hair away from my face. “You keep fighting us for no reason.” He spoke as his hand finally bypassed my underwear, and I moaned gratefully when he finally stroked me where I needed it the most.

Nathan cursed, lowering his forehead to mine. “You don’t understand how perfect we are together, Evie,” he said scornfully. “You don’t understand how many people wish to have what we share between us. Can you not feel it? As I touch you? As I kiss you?” He asked the questions as he lowered his lips to mine, giving me a punishing kiss that made me forget how to breathe.

He was making a statement, proving his point. There was no way I could deny it; I was his.

No matter how much I fought it, no matter how scared I was, I knew he wouldn’t betray me. He loved me too much to do so. And I loved him just as much.

I broke away from the kiss, squeezing my eyes shut and arching my back sharply when he let two fingers slide inside me with ease.

“Yes,” I hissed, gripping his forearm.

“Look at me,” he said, gripping my chin with another hand. I forced my eyes open as his fingers worked me, his expert hands knowing exactly what to do and how. “Do you not remember me making love to you? How fucking right it was, even with the circumstances? Stop fighting me, Evie. Stop fighting us,” he pleaded, his thumb pressing down on my swollen nub.

That’s all it took for me to come undone in his arms, and I cried out his name, letting go of all my worries and concerns.

He was right; there was no point in fighting it.

I’d lose against him anyway.

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Nathan had to leave to his hotel to change, and of course, I ended up running late because an array of kisses had prolonged our goodbye. It seemed his plan had worked after all.

Now that he was here and we had talked about what kept me away from him, I couldn’t stop smiling. I’d spent a year trying to numb down my feelings, pretending to be something I wasn’t out of fear. Fear wasn’t something I would keep giving in to.

Having Nathan around and his bluntness made me realize there was nothing to fear. He was still with me, even after so long.

I finished smoothing down the white sweater dress I wore and let my curly hair down, which thankfully was cooperating. After putting on my boots, I took one last glance in the mirror, and once I was ready, I called a cab and headed out.

I was so nervous. It felt as if it was the first time I was meeting his parents.

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