Page 30 of Full House

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Nate didn’t wait for her response, and before she knew it, Victoria found herself in Nate’s trailer, door slammed shut, sealed off from the public.

And he didn’t slow down after that. Standing in the space that made up the living-room area of Nate’s trailer, he whipped off her sweater, followed closely by her bra. His eyes feasted on her before his hands made their grab, lifting her from under the arms. She gripped his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist as he planted his mouth securely on her nipple. She pressed into him greedily asking for more. He obliged, sucking it deeper into his mouth.

It felt so damn good, a moan vibrated up her throat, sounding so damn needy to her ears it was almost embarrassing.

Nate raised his head, their eyes colliding and holding. His stare was intense. “Fuck, what you do to me.”

Then he was on the move, walking them back to the bedroom, and tossing her on the bed. His fingers went straight to the waistband of her jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper before peeling them down her legs along with her panties.

Taking a step back as if to admire his handy work, a look of satisfaction crossed his face, and Victoria felt her nipples harden in response. He reached behind his neck, grabbing the collar of his tee, and she lost his eyes for the second it took him to yank it over his head. Balling it, he threw it to the side then reached for the buttons at his fly where his hand… paused. Eyes solely fixated on his hand, she waited in greedy anticipation for him to rip open the front of his jeans.

And… she waited.

“I’m clean.”

So focused, not even daring to blink lest she miss something, it took a moment for her brain to communicate with her ears that he’d spoken and seemed to be awaiting some kind of response from her. “What?”

“I get tested once a year and haven’t been with anyone since I’ve been checked last.”

Finally comprehending what he was saying, her eyes flew to meet his. “When were you last checked?”

He shrugged. “Eight months or so ago.”

He hadn’t had sex with anyone in eight months? The surprise must’ve shown on her face because, in a blink, he’d cut the distance to the bed, leaning his upper body over her, supporting himself with a fist on either side of her hips.

The weightiness of his expression on his face that was a mere few inches from her own had her stomach dipping as he spoke. “I’ve grown selective in my old age. It’s been a long time since anyone’s caught my eye, and no one’s caught it the way you have. Ever. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you, and after spending just one day with you, I knew I wanted more than a fuck. I want everything you have to give.

“Now, I’m telling you all this because I don’t want anything coming between us when I plant myself deep inside you. I’ve never shared all of me with anyone, and I want to experience that with you. But it needs to be your call.”

He was asking to forgo condoms. Was she okay with that? She’d never been with anyone without one, either but found she really wanted that with Nate. “I’m clean. It’s been a long time for me, too, and I’m on birth control.”

“So, is that a yes?”

She nodded, her eyes drawn to the powerful muscles that made up his shoulders as they stiffened and flexed from her response. The smooth, tanned skin unmarred by any blemishes or tattoos.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes flew back to meet his.

“I need the word.”

“Yes.” Then to make sure he fully understood her acceptance, she added, “I want to feel you. All of you. No barrier between us.”

He went from full stop to full go at her words. His lips met hers with enough force, it knocked her hands out from under her, her back hitting the mattress. His lips traveled down her jaw to her neck, stopping to bite at the delicate flesh before continuing his quest to her breasts.

She squirmed under him, wanting more contact, needing to feel his skin caressing her own, and to feel the weight of him on top of her, pressing her into the mattress.

He ripped himself away from her, standing, his hand reaching for the waistband of his jeans, finally tearing open the buttons. She watched, mesmerized, as his cock sprang free of its confines when he pushed his pants down his hips, taking his underwear with them.

Like a naked warrior, he stalked to the bed, lifting her from under her thighs, raising the lower half of her body off the bed, causing her shoulders to press into the mattress.

“Are you wet for me?”

She’d been wet since the car. “Yes.”

“Good.”

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