Page 82 of Bound By Words

“Sunshine,” he murmured, reaching forward to cup my cheeks, and drove his thigh between mine as he rolled me back into the cushions. “This doesn’t have to be only a fantasy.”

As he pressed inside me, I clung to him, meeting each of his driving movements with one of my own. I couldn’t get enough of his taste, the feel of his skin on mine, and how he made me feel as he clung to me just as desperately.

The dirty talking was gone, replaced with harsh pants against my ear or neck and soft sighs as his fingertips dug into my hips. Everything fell away as our bodies said everything our mouths were too afraid to say.

Nathan owned me, and I hoped I wasn’t the only one feeling this vulnerability. I wanted to protect him, love him, and show him that it didn’t have to hurt.

“Kelly,” he whispered into my cheek as he held me close once we’d fallen off the edge together, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. “Stay with me. Please come home with me when I leave.”

“I…” My voice cracked as I tucked my face into his chest. Eventually, he would break my heart, and I was powerless to stop it.

“Please.”

Despite my self-preservation instinct flaring, I nodded, whispering my answer into his chest. “Yes.”

When we woke up later, my stomach growled, the noise causing a deep chuckle emanating from Nathan as he pulled the blanket from my shoulders.

“Hey!” I shrieked as he stood, taking the comforter with him as he walked to where our discarded clothing lay from the night before.

“Get dressed, sunshine,” he laughed as I pouted, trying to grab the blanket back. He tossed my clothes at me before he reached down to pull up his sweatpants. “I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Is the power still off?” I asked as I looked toward the kitchen. The usual hum of the appliances was still absent, the LED clock panels dark. “Let me guess. You’re going to work some scouting magic trick.”

“Hardly,” he laughed, crossing the room. He picked up a large metal box, placing it in the middle of the kitchen island. “Propane stovetop.”

“Aren’t you fancy?” I teased as I pulled my shirt back on, shivering while trying to turn my pants right side out.

“Not really. It’s from the forty-year-old trailer in the garage. This baby might be as old as I am.” He moved around the kitchen, pulling out a small frying pan and rummaging in the cooler we’d left on the floor next to the island. “Can you bring my phone when you come over?”

Nodding, I wiggled into my pants, standing up to grab our phones from the coffee table. The battery was dangerously low on mine, but I saw I had a list of text notifications, mostly from Chase or Evan. I was guessing word had gotten to them about the snowstorm.

“What are you making?” I asked as I sat on a barstool, pulling my legs up and wrapping my arms around them. It was cold in the house this morning but not as brutal as it looked outside as I spied the almost foot of snow on the patio table.

“How do you like your eggs fried?” he asked as he rubbed a stick of butter around the inside of the pan.

“Sunny side up,” I smiled, resting my chin on my knees as I watched him work.

“That’s fitting,” he chuckled as he cracked open the first egg.

While he didn’t have the body of a male supermodel, he was also more built than I assumed most thirty-nine-year-old men were, with thick biceps and defined shoulders. With how full his beard had gotten, it was surprising how sparsely covered his chest was, a smattering of dark hair with a few tinges of gray trailing across his pecs and down his stomach, into the waistband of his low-slung gray sweats. He looked soft and cuddly as I watched him move, and I felt a rush of affection for him.

“You enjoying the show?” he teased as he looked up, bracing his hands on the island.

The muscles in his biceps popped as the ones in his shoulders flexed.

“Yes,” I responded, unashamed at my ogling. He’d seen the checklist. He knew I was curious about exhibitionism and voyeurism, so my behavior shouldn’t surprise him.

“Keep it in your pants, sunshine,” he laughed as he turned around and grabbed two plates from one of the upper cabinets. He slid the eggs from the pan onto one of them, pulling out a fork before he pushed it in my direction. “The bacon is in the fridge, and I didn’t want to break the seal on the door since we don’t know when the power will come back on.”

“I already had my fill of meat this morning,” I giggled as he cracked another egg against the edge of the counter.

“You’re going to make me think you’re just using me for my sausage,” he chuckled as he made his eggs.

“Hmm,” I hummed, taking a bite of gooey egg, wishing I had a piece of toast to go along with it. “There are other parts of you I like just as much. I think I’m also discovering I may have a bit of a voice kink, Mister Dirty Talker.”

My phone chimed again, pausing the flirting, Nathan frowning at where I’d laid our phones. “Too bad the game is over,” he taunted, smacking the spatula against the base of his palm.

“Hold that thought, stud,” I mumbled with my mouth full, reaching for my phone. “And you’re not touching me with anything from this kitchen. I found a spanking spoon in that drawer last night.”

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