Page 88 of The Story of Us
Nothing else existed. Not the past or the future. Just the present.
His hand snaked down to where they were joined, and Eloise pulled away, gasping when he flattened his thumb against her clit. “Oh,” she cried out on a breath that skated across his face.
“Yeah?”
She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes wide. Nate’s hips snapped forward, and for a second, he worried he was being too rough, asking too much of her, but Eloise pulled him closer with her legs and gripped his ass.
“More,” she demanded. “I want it all.” Her words burnt themselves into Nate’s heart.
“You … deserve … everything …” he ground out in between thrusts. Fire crawled over his skin. White, hot need drove him forward, matched only by the cries falling from Eloise’s lips.
“Nate,” she gasped, eyes flying open, back arching. “Right there, oh shit.”
Nate dropped to his elbows, pressing their chests together, his thumb still stroking her clit.
“I’m going to come.”
“That’s it, Tiger.” His rhythm faltered when Eloise started spasming around him, her body quivering and trembling as she fell apart.
“Come with me,” she babbled.
With her name on his lips and so much fucking joy in his heart, Nate followed her into bliss.
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Nate woke with a start. Eloise was curled against his side, an arm slung across his chest, her breath rolling across his pecs as she slept. Her hair waseverywhere. Nate blinked. The room was full of shadows, only the teeniest hint of early morning light coming through the curtains they’d forgotten to close. Eloise stirred, shifting slightly and the quilt slipped low revealing her tits. Nate slid his gaze to his bedside clock. It was twelve minutes past five. They’d been asleep for less than four hours.
He’d let her sleep a little longer before he asked her to get lost with him again.
“Nate,” Eloise mumbled, her voice dangerously seductive and heavy with satiation. “Why are you awake?”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Thought I heard something.”
“Hmmm?” She shivered, her nipples hardening as she rubbed herself against his rib cage. His cock hardened immediately. It was official: he was never going to get enough of her.
“Doesn’t matter.” Nate rolled onto his side, gently pulling Eloise until she was straddling him. Her arms rose and she stretched, eyes still closed. Nate kissed his way across her collarbone, reaching up to suck both of her nipples, press his fingers into the side of her hips as she moaned his name.
“Good morning,” she said.
“The best morning. I want you to ride my face,” he replied, peppering kisses down her stomach before dragging his tongue across her sweetness. Her accompanying gasp would live in his mind rent-free forever. So would the way she pulled his hair. The sign she was as desperate for him as he was for her.
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There it was again. “What is that?”
“Do you care?” Eloise hitched an eyebrow at him and damn, she was a sight. Little creases in her cheeks and sparkling eyes.
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It was louder this time. More insistent.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, a silent promise that he would be right back. As soon as he’d switched off his phone. “One second.”
Frigid morning air bit at his skin as he stood, shuffling around the room, searching through the clothes they’d dropped in a hurry yesterday. When he found his phone, the screen was blank.
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