Page 48 of Waiting on You

I nod, remembering that when I left, I was pantyless, but I was too upset about having to end things with Nate to give it much thought. I went back to my room, changed, and then sulked for the rest of my time in London.

“They’re currently in my drawer at my house…unwashed.” He smirks devilishly, and my insides knot. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve smelled them to get a whiff of your essence.”

He glides his hand around to the back of my head and entangles his fingers in my hair. “I’ve done nothing but think about you the past four months.” He tilts my head to the side and then leans in, audibly inhaling my scent. “About the way you smell.” He runs his nose along my neck. “Your soft, smooth skin.” As he peppers kisses along my jaw, warmth spreads through my body. “Your sweet taste,” he murmurs against my lips, giving me a chance to back away.

When I make no move to stop him, he takes that as my approval, and then his mouth connects with mine in a searing, toe-curling kiss. And just like that, my bodygoes from warm to on fire as I get lost in everything that is Nate.

His fingers tighten in my hair as he deepens the kiss, and I shift slightly, turned on and desperate for the connection only Nate can give me.

When my pelvis grinds against his and I feel his hard length between my legs, only my panties and his sweats creating a barrier between us, I gasp and pull back.

“What are we doing?” I breathe, wondering how the hell we went from eating Chinese to devouring one another.

“Most people call it kissing,” Nate says with a boyish grin.

“You know what I mean.” I glare as I try to climb off him.

He releases my hair to grip my hips to prevent me from moving. “Stop. I know,” he says. “But we don’t have to have it all figured out. Right now, I’m just so damn happy to have you back in my arms when, four months ago, I thought I’d never get to see you again, let alone kiss you.”

He kisses me once again, and when I squirm in his lap, unable to hide how turned on I am, he says, “Let me take care of you.”

And because I’m pregnant and horny and in need of a release, instead of saying no, like I probably should, I say, “Okay.”

chapter eighteen

NATE

The second she says okay,I tighten my hold on her and stand, carrying her to her room. Sure, we have things to figure out, but right now, the only thing I want to focus on is giving Paige pleasure. I could feel it when we were kissing, how wound up she was, and I remembered, on several occasions, the way my brother would brag about how horny his wife was when she was pregnant.

At the time, I could’ve done without that info—and I told him as much—but now, I’m thankful for his overshare.

“You wore this little skirt for me?” I ask when I lay her on the bed.

She nods slowly, her eyes filled with desire.

“Did you consider the easy access when you put it on?”

I flip the skirt up, exposing her simple black cotton thong that has a tiny wet circle soaking through the material.

Spreading her legs, I pull my sticky shirt over my head, dropping it onto the floor, and then bring my face right up to her center, inhaling her scent. Fuck, how I’ve missed her. When my nose rubs along the wet spot, Paige groans, wiggling her hips in frustration.

That’s okay because I’m about to make her come so hard that she’ll be more than relaxed.

But first…

“Take your shirt off, baby,” I tell her. “I need to see those perfect tits I’ve been fantasizing about.”

Even in the dimmed light, I can see her face flush, but she does as I asked, lifting her shirt over her head and undoing her bra.

I crawl up her body, my mouth watering at the sight of her tear-dropped tits and dusty-rose-colored nipples.

I don’t waste any time, taking one hardened peak between my lips, while I cup her other tit in my hand, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Paige gasps. “Careful. They’re sensitive.”

I nod in understanding, then change my tactic, circling my tongue around her areola. She sighs in pleasure, so I do it to the other one, making it a point to gently suck on the tip while watching to make sure she’s enjoying it.

As I suck and lick her nipples, she squirms under me, her legs wrapping around my waist and her material-clad cunt rubbing against me, desperate for the friction to get her off.

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