Page 45 of Bound By Words

“I’m…” His voice cut off with a pained groan as he closed his eyes, shifting underneath me. I could feel how hard he was between my legs, but I could also see I’d caught him by surprise. He’d just been trying to be a good friend, a confidant for what I’d been going through.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I looked down, feeling tears forming at the corners of my eyes as I tried to climb off his lap.

“Stop,” he groaned again as he leaned forward, bringing his chest flush with mine and looking down into my eyes. “I don’t want to be some guy you use to forget your problems,” he whispered. “Don’t start something if that’s all this is to you.”

Bringing my hand to his cheek, I softly stroked the skin along the edge of his beard, hating that I was screwing this up, too.

“I’m sorry. That’s not why I…” I trailed off, looking down to the side. “Being with you made me feel more alive than I ever have in my life. I wanted to feel that way again.”

Something flashed in his eyes, and I sat still, feeling his warm breath against my temple as I waited. “Tell me you want me, Kelly. Not just what I make you feel.”

“I’ve wanted you for months, Nathan, but I thought I’d never see you again,” I whispered as I closed my eyes.

One of his hands left my waist, slowly ascending my back before he gripped the end of my hair in his fist, tilting my head back so I was forced to look into his eyes. “What do you want from me?”

My mouth opened and closed, and I felt my resolve falter as his eyes searched mine for something. “I…”

“What do you fucking want? Tell me.” His voice was strained, but there was no mistaking that he felt this intense energy between us. I could feel him hard in between my legs. I’d forgotten what it’d felt like to be with him like this. Like I was holding onto a live wire and waiting for it to spark.

“I want you to make me come,” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting out a shuddering breath. “I want to feel you between my legs, inside me. Covering me. I want you to make me come so hard I can’t stop shaking. I want you and the way you make me feel.”

Confessing what I wanted with my eyes closed made it easier to say it aloud. To tell him what I’d been thinking probably since I saw him standing in that doorway this morning.

“Fuck,” his rough whisper was the only response I got before his palm grasped the back of my neck, pulling me toward him as he crushed his lips to mine. I ground against him desperately, the ache growing as I rocked against him, feeling how hard he was already.

My fingers shook as I tried to pry his shirt’s buttons loose while he took possession of my mouth, his tongue curling around mine in a way that made me clench. I remembered what it felt like to have that tongue on my body, and I wanted it with a ferocity I couldn’t describe.

“Help me get these off,” I whispered as I pulled away from his lips, tugging at the button and zipper of his jeans.

“God, you’re fucking impatient,” he laughed as I stood up and shoved down my leggings and panties, reaching forward to help him tug down his jeans. I hadn’t invited him here tonight to have sex with me. I hadn’t even considered it an option until a few seconds ago. But as his cock sprung free, and he kicked his jeans off, his plaid shirt hanging open as he sat panting against the back of the couch, I couldn’t think of doing anything else.

“Are you complaining?” I laughed as I climbed back into his lap, grasping him loosely in my hand as I rose to my knees.

“Fuck, no,” he groaned as he grasped my jaw with his hand, pulling my mouth back to his as I hovered over him. “Fuck,” he groaned loudly as he gripped my waist, halting my movements.

“Is this…? Is this okay?” I asked quietly, my voice breathy as I felt him poised at my entrance. Every other time I’d been with him, we’d used protection, but I wanted to feel him.

“Should we use something?” he asked, his voice a harsh whisper. “Fuck. I’ve been tested. I’m safe.”

“I have too. I…” I paused, wondering how much detail he needed on why birth control wasn’t an issue with me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, loosening his fingers on my jaw and wrapping his palm around the back of my neck. “We don’t have to if you don’t want…I think I have some condoms in my trailer if you’re worried about that. I wasn’t exactly expecting this.”

“We don’t need them if you don’t want…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling emotional about something else that had gone wrong in my life.

“Hey,” he shook his head as he sat up, forcing me to sit back against his knees. Talk about ruining the moment. “I wasn’t expecting this, but if you don’t want to, there are other ways I can make you come.”

“It’s not that. I want you more than I can even describe. God, I’m ruining this.” I shook my head, starting to rise from his lap.

“Fuck that,” he groaned, grasping my hips and keeping me in place as he placed a quick kiss on my temple. “You haven’t ruined a damn thing, sunshine. Now talk to me.”

Avoiding his eyes, I whispered what I’d been trying to deny for the last six months, the other reason I had to keep him at arms-length. “I can’t have kids. That’s why we don’t need anything if we’re both safe because you couldn’t get me pregnant anyway. I’m broken.”

“Kelly,” his voice was a rough whisper as he cupped my cheeks, leaning down to kiss me softly. “You are far from broken. And you didn’t ruin anything. You have no idea how much I want you or why. It doesn’t change anything for me.”

“But…” I whimpered as he leaned in to cut me off with his lips again, slowly coaxing me into a sensual, open-mouthed kiss as my eyes slipped closed.

He released my cheeks, his hands framing my hips and urging me forward as he leaned back against the couch. I lost myself in the sensation of his lips tugging at mine, his tongue invading my mouth with firm strokes as my hands wove into his hair. We broke apart, gasping for air against each other’s lips, his eyes watching me as his fingers flexed on my hips.

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