Page 60 of Why Not Us?

My hand shakes and my face heats again as I reach over to open my bedside table drawer. I don’t look over, but Nate stands to peer inside.

“Jesus, fuck,” he says under his breath.

I glance at him. “What? Too much?”

“Nope. I’m just looking at these thinking about the fact that they’ve all been inside you. Which is your favourite?”

“Why?”

He turns to me. “Because if I know which is your favourite, I’ll know better how to make you come.”

My pussy throbs at the look he’s giving me, like he wants to devour me. The more I watch him, the more I need him to do exactly that.

I get up, standing close to him without touching. The drawer is lined with a pale purple silk scarf, each toy clean and laid neatly in a row.

“I have two,” I say, pointing to the glass dildo and the clitoral vibrator. “I use them together.”

He points to one, a dual action vibrator. “Wouldn’t this one do the same thing?”

I roll my lips together, biting down hard from the embarrassment.

His fingers brush my chin, tipping my face up to look at him. “I’m not asking to make you uncomfortable, Adalie. I’m asking because I want you to feel good.”

My voice is barely a whisper when I touch the glass dildo again. “This one is harder. And I prefer the constant pressure I get from having two toys instead of one.”

He groans, his eyes closing as his forehead touches mine. “Adalie. Do you have any idea how hard this conversation is making me?”

I shake my head.

His eyes open, dark storm clouds staring into mine.

“You’re welcome to check,” he says, his voice rough.

I place a hand on his chest, skimming down to his abs. He watches me the whole time as my hand travels lower and lower until I touch the bulge in the front of his pants. His eyes close and he groans again. I press a little more firmly against him, delighting in the reaction I get and the feeling of the hard cock still trapped in his jeans.

“Can I take it out?” I ask softly.

He doesn’t open his eyes. Just shakes his head.

I snatch my hand back, suddenly worried I’ve read the whole situation wrong.

He looks at me, wrapping a hand around my wrist. “Not because I don’t want you to. Because I want you too much. I’m intending to take this slow tonight, princess. And if you take my dick out now, we’ll move too fast.”

He lifts the hand that had been touching him and places a soft kiss in the middle of my palm. He takes out the two toys I’d said are my favourite, setting them next to the condoms and closing the drawer.

His head dips until he captures my lips again, and I melt into him. He smiles, his hands sliding down my back. “There you are. Good to have you back. Now, stay out of your head, princess. Just feel.”

His fingers skip along the ticklish skin at my waist. I suck in a breath as a shiver races along my nerve endings at the touch. His hands delve under my shirt, pulling it off me in a swift motion. Because of the tattoo, I’m not wearing a bra, so my breasts are bare, and he’s staring at them like they’re the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. His head lowers until he captures one stiff nipple between his lips, sucking and licking. My pussy clenches at the contact and I shift, needing to be closer. He gathers me against him before lifting me easily and setting me on the bed. His mouth doesn’t leave my breast as a hand comes up to play with the other nipple. He lingers, licking, sucking, biting, as I writhe beneath him. My hands are frantic on his back, trying to pull his body closer so I can rub my core against him. My pussy is aching to be touched, but he’s completely ignoring it, so focused on one nipple, then the other.

“Nate,” I say, my voice hardly more than a breath. “Please.”

“Please, what, princess?” he asks, not lifting his head far.

I shake my head, unable to say the words.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Nate says, his breath hot on my skin.

“I can’t,” I whisper.

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