Page 95 of Blindly Yours

My shirt falls to the sofa, and Nate pauses, breathing in and gazing at me with resolute eyes. I stare back at him, trying to catch my breath. But I can’t stop the smile that blooms on my lips. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more than this moment, right here.

“C’mon,” He smirks as he pulls me gently off the sofa and toward his room, slowly, without breaking eye contact.

I follow him in what feels like slow motion after what just happened. My heart is beating faster than ever though, and I’m pretty sure he can hear it in the quiet of this place as he sits down on the edge of his bed and pulls me onto his lap.

He finds my lips again, a little softer this time, as I straddle him, and then he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, slides it off my shoulders, and tosses it to the side. Then he drinks me in with his gaze, which grows even darker, before he dips his head and closes his mouth around my nipple, swiping his hot tongue across its peak.

I sigh and reach for his shoulders again. I reallyamgoing to catch fire.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers, giving the other equal attention before pulling away and looking at me again.

I take a trembling breath, unable to tear my eyes from his as he grasps me behind my knees and lifts me with ease, just long enough to turn and lay me down on the bed. He climbs off briefly to unbuckle his belt and shrug off his jeans, and I start to lift my hips to do the same, but he speaks up. “Let me do it.” He gulps. “I want to do it.”

I grin and lower my hips while he crawls up the bed and slowly unbuttons my jeans. He peels them off me at a languid pace, pressing his warm lips onto every inch of skin he exposes. And I just stare at him in awe, because no one has ever admired me like this.Cherishedme like this. And the last person I expected to be so gentle, so tender…was Nate.

When he finishes with my jeans, he slides my underwear off too, and then his own. I bite back a smirk when I see him, because, well, he’s not disappointing.

Quite the opposite.

He nudges my knees apart and leans over me again, finding my lips with his once more. His tongue slides between them as his fingers trail slowly between my breasts, down my navel, and finally between my thighs. He knows where he’s going and what he’s doing, because he finds the spot like a beacon, teasing for just a moment before pressing his fingers against the bundle of nerves and eliciting a small moan from my lips.

My eyes flutter shut, and I try to focus on kissing him, but all I can think about is how good he’s making me feel. I sigh against his mouth, and he lets out a softly groaned response as his lips find my neck again.

I allow my head to fall back against the pillow and I arch into the bed, and I think maybe he’s just warming me up, but he doesn’t stop. His fingers move faster as the pleasure builds. I’m close already and I let his name fall from my lips as my hips lift from the bed, begging him for more. He captures my mouth with his again and picks up his pace and his pressure, and then I’m completely shattering, losing myself for him as the room explodes into a billion sparkling pieces.

It takes me a full minute to return to Earth, and when I do, Nate is kissing my cheek, the corner of my mouth, my forehead. He’s holding my hand too. I don’t even remember him grabbing it, but now it feels so warm and reassuring in mine.

When I open my eyes, he smirks at me. “Welcome back.”

I let out a shaking breath and laugh. “I think you’ve got your extra credit.”

He chuckles and kisses me again, soft and gentle like he wants to linger for a bit, but I slide my hand down through the sparse hair on his navel until my fingers meet the length of him. He groans and pushes me onto my back again as he rolls on top of me, then he peers into my eyes carefully. “Are you on the pill? Or, I have condoms…”

“I’m on the pill. All good.” I nod as my heart speeds up again.

He doesn’t move right away, but instead runs his fingers through my hair for a slow beat, letting his eyes dart across my face like he’s memorizing every inch.

“Is this your…” I hesitate. “Have you been with anyone since…”

He shakes his head and quickly drops his lips to my neck again.

It’s confirmation of what I think I already knew, but it still hits me like a ton of bricks, so I place my hand over his heart like I might be able to hold it together if it starts to break.

I want him so badly I can hardly breathe. And I all but sigh in relief when he finally settles himself between my legs and pushes inside me, gripping my hand against the bed like he’s reminding me this isus. This isourmoment.Finally.

I gasp silently at the fullness of him, and he stills for a moment, closing his eyes and leaning down to rest his forehead against mine. I run my free hand through his hair and down across his cheek. This is actually bigger for him than it is for me, and I love that he isn’t pretending like it’s nothing. But when he opens his eyes again and looks at me with that gentle, genuine gaze, there’s no reluctance there. He’s mine, and I know it immediately. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth in a grin, and he swiftly leans in to steal that lip between his own.

I’m his too.

He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, and I gasp once more against his mouth. Nothing has ever felt so right. That’s what strikes me more than anything in this moment.

His shoulders tense as he picks up his pace, losing himself quickly too. I raise my hand to his shoulder and grip him tightly as he moves in me, and the world around us dissolves yet again. My eyes flutter shut and Nate groans, finding my neck and breathing heavily against the sensitive skin there. His movements turn frenzied, and with one final thrust, he comes undone.

I kiss his neck, his cheek, anything I can reach as he slows, and then I open my eyes to see his are squeezed shut. His hair is a mess, sticking out at odd angles, and his lips are parted as he takes deep breaths. He’s striking like this, completely lost in this moment with me, and I lift my head to kiss him again.

He opens his eyes when I lay back, and then he lowers his forehead to mine. We don’t say a word. And I think it’s perfect this way. Words couldn’t convey the way I feel, anyway.

Then, after a moment, he rolls off me and pulls me into his arms as he presses his lips to my temple. We lay like that for a long time, and I focus on the way his chest rises and falls, slower and slower.

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