Page 54 of Devoted Enough

“Mouth?”

I nodded.

Nate took my hand and walked us over to the bed. It was the only thing in the room with nothing sitting on it. My entire body shook when Nate put his hands on my shirt and lifted it over my head. When he knocked on my door earlier tonight, I had just changed into comfortable clothes. Letting off a low moan, he took in my naked upper half.

“You don’t have a bra on.”

“No,” I whispered as he reached up and cupped both breasts, his thumbs moving over the hardened nipples. A rush of raw desire raced through my body.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Haven.”

Dropping my head back, my fingers slipped into his soft hair, and I tugged when his mouth covered one of my nipples.

“Oh, God!” I cried out, the feeling of pain and ecstasy mixed when he pinched one nipple with his fingers while sucking on the other. “Nate.”

Was it even possible that I was beginning to feel my orgasm already start to grow? Just when I couldn’t take much more, Nate was gone and the buildup vanished, making me groan in frustration.

With a dazed feeling, I dropped my head to look at Nate as he slid the soft cotton pants I was wearing slowly off of me. He held my hand as I stepped out of them.

He sat back on his heels and stared at me. I had to fight the urge to cover my body under his intense gaze. Instead, I moved uneasily back and forth on my feet.

Nate looked up and said, “Why are you nervous about me looking at your body?”

An anxiety-ridden bubble of laughter slipped through. “I’m not…well, I don’t think I’m like the other women you’ve been with. I’ve got about ten extra pounds I’m carrying as well as…”

My voice faded away when he pressed his mouth against my lower stomach. He hooked his fingers in my panties and slowly pushed them down.

“Don’t say another word if you’ll say bad things like that. I can’t remember any other woman before you, Haven.”

Nate’s sweet words caused tears to prick at the back of my eyes.

He gripped my ass while running his tongue around my belly button. “Fucking hell. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. I can smell your desire for me, Haven. I want to taste it.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stepped back, butterflies in my stomach making me feel a bit queasy. Nate was still holding onto me.

“I’ve never, um…my sexual experiences haven’t exactly been…um…I don’t even know the word. No one has ever done that to me before.”

When he looked up at me, I swore his eyes were black. “Good. I’ll be the first and your last.”

His statement caused me to sway slightly. I reached up and pinched my arm. Nope, I wasn’t dreaming. This was really happening.

“Haven, did you just pinch yourself?”

Feeling embarrassed that Nate had seen that, I covered my face in my hands and groaned. When I dropped my hands to my sides, I met his gaze. “You don’t know how many times I dreamed of this moment. It doesn’t feel real.”

Nate stood, cupped my face, and kissed me as he walked me back until I hit the bed. I dropped down to sit, and he never once broke our kiss. When he pulled back from my mouth ever so slightly, he smiled.

“Crawl back onto the bed, sweetheart. When I finish with you, you’ll know this isn’t a dream.”

I hurried back, my chest heaving.

Nate slowly pulled and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, dropping it to the floor. My mouth instantly watered at the sight of his chiseled chest. His eyes zeroed in on my mouth when I licked my suddenly dry lips.

My gaze fell to his hands, undoing his jeans. Nate kicked off one boot, then the other. With a wicked smile, he pushed his pants and boxers down and I sucked in a breath. He was pure perfection. His thick, long length pulsed against his lower stomach, and I had to squeeze my legs shut to ease the pulsing.

“Need some relief, sweetheart?” Nate purred as I crawled onto the bed like he was on the hunt for something.

The only thing I could do was nod and whisper, “Yes, please.”

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