Page 70 of No Greater Love
"God, Tasha," he groaned, voice thick with raw need, his forehead pressed against mine. "You feel incredible."
My nails dug into his shoulders, breathless whispers and heated sighs filling the air between us. Pleasure built steadily, relentlessly, driving us both closer to the edge. His movements became more insistent, each thrust deeper, harder, his breath ragged against my ear.
"Come with me," he urged, his voice a husky plea.
His words tipped me over the edge, my climax hitting with a force that left me trembling and gasping his name. Nate followed immediately after, burying his face against my neck, his body shaking as he found his release, whispering my name like a prayer.
We lay entwined for several moments, hearts racing, breathing unsteady. Nate brushed a gentle kiss across my forehead, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my hip.
"That was worth the wait," I murmured softly, smiling up at him.
"Every second," he agreed, voice warm with satisfaction.
Eventually, laughing and touching, we stumbled into the tiny bathroom. The shower was warm, steam curling around us as we stepped beneath the spray. I ran my soapy hands over Nate’s chest, marveling at the slick warmth of his skin under my palms. He pressed me gently against the tile wall, his body a comforting, solid weight against mine.
He paused, wrapping his arms around me tightly, holding me in a tender embrace beneath the cascading water.
“What are you doing?” I asked softly, smiling up at him.
“Feeling every inch of you,” he whispered, his voice reverent. “Making sure this is real.”
My heart fluttered wildly. Playfully, I tipped my head back. "Nate, have you ever seen ‘Top Gun’?"
He blinked, amused. "Of course."
I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Take me to bed or lose me forever.”
He grinned, eyes bright with delight. “Yes, ma’am.”
And he did—slowly, luxuriously, until the water ran cool, our bodies moving together effortlessly, indulgently. This time was about exploration and connection, about tasting and teasing, hands caressing slippery skin as our mouths found new ways to claim each other.
When pleasure took us again, it was slow and deep, Nate capturing my cries against his lips, our bodies pressed so close it was impossible to tell where he ended and I began.
Clean and presentable once more, we headed back to collect Paige, who was proudly displaying her vividly tie-dyed shirt.
"Look what I made!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing with joy. "We learned color theory! Did you know red and blue make purple?"
"Revolutionary," Nate said solemnly, examining the shirt with exaggerated awe. "Definitely your new favorite."
"What did you guys do?" Paige asked, stuffing her creation into her beach bag.
Nate and I exchanged a secret glance, both fighting laughter.
"We checked out some local attractions," I said smoothly.
"Explored some interesting new areas," Nate added casually, his lips twitching.
"Sounds boring," Paige declared. "You should've tie-dyed. It was way more fun."
We laughed, Nate ruffling her hair affectionately. "We managed to entertain ourselves."
The rest of the day was filled with poolside lounging, packing up, and exchanging contact information with Paige’s new friends. That evening, we gathered around our last campfire, making s'mores as Paige recounted every detail of her day and her ambitious plans for future crafts.
"Can we come back every year?" she asked hopefully, cuddling against my side. "Make it a tradition?"
"I think that's a great idea," I said warmly, glancing at Nate.
He nodded firmly. "Annual Crawford family beach trip. Sounds perfect."
