Page 54 of Broken Hearts

“What? You? Never,” I joke, lifting my head from his shoulder to look at him, a shy smile on his face now.

“Cheeky,” he replies, pinching my side and making me giggle as he continues, “Mitch always said I’d find someone, that I’d eventually find someone who gets me. I didn’t believe him, but he was right.” Nate stops, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “You’re it, Sage. You get me like he did. You make me want to be a better person. You make me want to be a better person for you.”

I rest a hand on his cheek, the flush making him look so damn endearing. His admission is the most honest he’s been, and I believe every word of it.

I don’t respond, just slide my hands into his hair, his fingers pressing into my back as he holds me tightly. I can feel the hard beat of my heart beating in time with his, and I lose myself in his gaze, his deep brown eyes saying everything I need without words.

My lips collide with his in a kiss that is needy and hungry. It takes the air from my lungs, begging for more, and his hand slides under my tank.

His fingers brush along my skin, leaving a trail of warmth everywhere they touch as they move higher. Brushing the swell of my breast, my body trembles, and he growls against my mouth.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he hisses, his breath coming out in hard puffs. “Fuck. Me.”

“Is that an invitation?” I murmur, letting my tongue trace along his bottom lip, loving the groan he lets out in response.

I shift on his lap, my center right over his now hard cock, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. Moving slowly against him, his fingers caress my nipple and I moan, leaning into his touch.

“Tell me what you want, Sage,” Nate rasps, his words, his tone causing my undies to become wetter than I ever thought possible.

I moan again, his name falling from my lips in a desperate plea, but it’s not enough. He wants more. He wants to hear me say it, to say what I want, and I’ve never felt so free and so open with someone.

“I want you to make me come. My body aches for you,” I moan. The desperation in my tone passes between us, and Nate pulls back, giving me a sly grin.

“Do you want me to eat your sweet pussy, Sage?” He licks his lips, leaning forward, his mouth next to my ear, his breath coming hard and fast, sending a shiver over my entire body. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Oh my fucking god,” I mutter on a breathy exhale. This guy is a fucking dream come true. I’ve never had a guy say things like this to me, setting my body on fire for him.

“Tell me,” he now demands, his hand moving to the back of my neck, tightening, holding me to him with a force that has my center throbbing.

“I want…” I stop abruptly when I hear Alana calling my name again, my eyes going wide. Nate lets out a groan, and not the good kind.

“What the fuck?” he calls out, his mouth moving down to bite my nipple through the thin fabric of my tank.

She knocks now, calling my name again, this time asking, “What are you doing in there? Are you okay? I heard you from downstairs.”

“Ignore her,” Nate whispers, his mouth now sucking at my neck, biting a little and making me yelp. He smiles, proud of himself, as his hand continues to play with my nipple.

“I can’t,” I groan, letting my head fall back, basking in the sensation of his rough fingers on my sensitive skin. “I’m answering the door, but we are not done here.”

“You bet your ass we’re not,” Nate barks, and when I stand up, he adjusts himself, which only makes me smile, loving the effect I have on him.

I scamper over to the door as Alana knocks again. She really is relentless, but I mean that in the nicest possible way. She has been a really great friend since I arrived, welcoming me despite not knowing anything about me.

“Hey!” I call, whipping open the door. “Sorry, we were…” I trail off when Nate lets out a low chuckle. I’m sure his mind is recalling what we were just doing, what I wish we were still doing.”

“Nate? What are you doing here?” Alana asks as she steps inside, scrunching up her nose. “I thought you were busy. You said you needed me to open the shop.”

“Yeah, I was busy, and you int—” I cut him off, whipping around to look at him, my eyes wide.

“He taught me how to surf today and we were having dinner together. I made dinner as a thank you.” Everything comes out in a rush, and honestly, a little bit jumbled and it’s surely obvious that we’re trying to cover something up.

“Oh my god!” Alana squeals. “For real? How did you do?” She pulls out a stool at the kitchen island, plopping down, her dark brown hair piled high on her head, and it bobs as she wiggles into the seat.

“It was good. I stood up the first time but after that, things got a little messy,” I tell her, smiling at how excited she is.

“Now we have to go out together,” she croons, her smile so big I can see every tooth in her mouth. “I can’t wait. You’re going to love surfing. Once you start, it’s hard to stop.”

“Really?” Nate chimes in, coming over to stand beside Alana. “Funny you should say that because I’m pretty sure you quit?—”

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