Page 88 of If This Was a Movie

He looks at me, then himself, still dressed in his boots, jeans, and sweatshirt, and smiles.

“Fine. Lay there and look pretty while I do, though,” he says, walking up to the bed. He slides a hand up my thigh slowly, eyes locked on me, and I revel in the feel of his rough, work-worn fingers on my soft skin.

Even more when his thumb grazes gently from my center to my clit, stopping there and pressing, rolling my clit in a lazy circle, pulling a moan from me. Then he steps back, moving to the storage chest against the wall facing the bed, sitting there and beginning to undo the laces of his boots.

His eyes are locked on me the entire time, my chest moving up and down with each bated breath. My body hums, dying for more. He’s a tease of the worst variety, and when he smirks at me, I know he knows exactly what he did and what he’sdoing.

Deciding two can play this game; I move to just one hand on the bed, the other brushing my hair back over my shoulder, exposing my breast, my nipples tight with arousal. Trying to be as seductive as possible and, admittedly, feeling a bit silly, I slide a hand down my middle, spreading my legs wider. “I guessI could give you a show if you’re not going to take care of me yourself.”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” he says, and I smile wider, my hand sliding down further, stopping right above my clit, which is already thrumming with need.

“You‘re still fully dressed, Nate,” I say with a tip of my head to his hands stopped on his first boot. He quickly undoes the laces and then slides the boot off, tossing it with a loud thump. I let my hand slide down another inch, my finger landing on my clit, and let out a low sigh.

“Jules, I said no.”

I ignore him altogether, eyes locked on him as I circle my clit and moan. I’m wet already, my body dying for us to finally end this wait we’ve been enduring for weeks.

Another boot clunks to the ground, and I smile, my fingers moving down to my entrance.

“Julianne,” he says in warning, and I smile, watching him stand and tug his sweatshirt over his head. When his broad chest is bared to me, I slide one finger in, whimpering at the feel.

It’s not enough, not stretching me the way I know Nate will, not satisfying my need to be filled, but still, I groan all the same. Nate’s hands move to the button of his jeans, and I slide the finger out and move it back to my clit, rubbing the slickness there.

My hips buck, and my eyes close with the feel of it. Pure fucking bliss.

Then the bed dips, a now naked Nate moving quickly to grab my wrist and pin it to the bed above my head before covering me with his body, his lips just an inch from mine.

“That’s mine,” he whispers, and I can’t help but smile at the way he says it.

“You liked it last time,” I say with a smile, reminding him of the first time we fucked when he asked me to show him how I touched himself for research.

“And I’ve been replaying that moment for fucking months, so it’s well burned into my brain. I don’t need you to show me what you like again.”

“What if something changed?” I ask, my head moving up to kiss him. He deepens it, his hard cock bobbing between my spread legs, sliding through my wetness. My hips move to try and get more of him despite my baseless arguments.

“Then you can tell me another time. This time, I’m just fucking you, Jules. It’s all I’ve been able to think about, sliding into your tight, wet pussy.” He groans as my hips move again, as the head of his cock slides over my entrance, a tease.

“Then do it,” I whimper, then moan as his free hand moves between us so he can feel just how wet I am.

He moans as he slides a thick finger into me, filling me better than I did, the pleasure skyrocketing as his thumb hits my clit too. It’s still not enough, though. Not when I have the promise ofeverythingright before me.

“Please, fuck me, Nate.”

His fingers keep working me as he speaks. “Before we do this, I need to know you understand that if we do this, you’re mine.”

I roll my eyes, hips bucking to get his fingers deeper, to get more of whatever he’s willing to give me.

“Didn’t we just cover this?” I whine.

“Yeah, but this cements that, Jules. If we do this, there’s no going back. There’s no letting your fear get in the way, just trusting I’ll keep you safe.” I open my mouth, but he keeps talking. “I’m not saying you can’t be scared, just that you won’t let it stop you. Stop us.” His fingers stop moving as if he wants me to concentrate, and I stare at him for long, long moments.

I don’t want to be scared anymore. I don’t want to live in fear, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I want to trust in this, trust in Nate and this thing between us that has been there since the beginning.

I want to be Nate’s and more, I want him toknowI’m his. I don’t want him to keep harboring that concern that I’m going to run scared at any minute. Nothing is promised—not tomorrow, and surely not forever. But I know in my soul that if I trust in it, if I give this a shot, I’ll live happily ever after.

My free hand moves to his cheek, feeling the scruff beneath my hand. He must not have had the chance to shave this morning, not with his panic about my being stuck in a blizzard alone. His face dips closer to mine, pushing into my hand, and our noses brush.

“I’m yours, Nate. I’m yours. I’ve been yours since January, even if I was too stubborn to admit it.” His smile goes wide then, something that, with the closeness of our faces, I feel on my hand more than see.

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