Page 46 of Twisted Paths

I move fast—too fast—dragging my shirt over my head like it’s personally offended me.

Nancy watches, amused, her head resting on her hand as she stretches out across the bed, her bare legs crossed at the ankles, looking so utterly relaxed while I’m here losing my mind over her.

Then, because of course I do, I catch my foot on the edge of the rug and nearly go flying.

Nancy laughs her whole body shaking with it, her blue eyes alight with mischief.

I straighten quickly, scowling, though it’s hard to be properly annoyed when she looks so damn beautiful like that.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I mutter.

She bites her lip, still grinning. “Oh, I am.”

I narrow my eyes. “Right. That’s it.”

I move.

Crawling onto the bed, pinning her beneath me before she can wiggle away, my hands sliding over soft, bare skin. She gasps, but it melts into breathless laughter, her fingers threading through my hair as I kiss her until she’s not laughing anymore.

Just breathing me in.

Just melting into me.

I slow things down, letting my lips explore, letting my hands trace the curves of her, taking my time with her.

She sighs into me, soft, and warm, and utterly irresistible, her body moving with mine, her hands roaming, her lips parting against mine. Like she owns the place, she opens the drawer of my bedside table and takes out a condom. With a confident grin, she tears it open and rolls it on. The sheer ease of it nearly undoes me. I inhale sharply, then kiss her, deep and wanting.

And when I finally sink my hard cock into her slick pussy, I feel ready to explode. We move together, slow, deep, deliberate… nothing frantic now, nothing rushed. Just feeling. Just learning each other in a way that feels more dangerous than I expected.

Nancy whispers my name, her fingers curling against my back, her body pressing into mine. I want to get even closer to her, I want to get as close as I can. I kiss her deeply as we both shudder to a perfect orgasm. If I could stop time, it would be right in this moment.

Because this isn’t just sex.

It’s something else entirely.

The bed feels too empty when I wake up.

I blink against the early morning light filtering through the curtains, my body still heavy with sleep, my mind slow to catch up.

Then it does.

Nancy.

I turn over, expecting to find her curled up beside me, tangled in the duvet, the way she should be.

But the space next to me is cold.

She’s gone.

I let out a quiet curse, raking a hand through my hair as I sit up.Again?

Pushing the irritation aside, I shove on a pair of shorts and head downstairs, because this doesn’t sit right. Not after last night. Not after everything.

When I step into the kitchen, I find her.

She’s sitting at the table, a mug of tea cradled in her hands, wearing the most ridiculous pyjamas I have ever seen—grey cotton, covered in tiny kittens.

And somehow, she even makes that look sexy.

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