Page 69 of No Greater Love
"Race you back to the cabin?" she said.
And suddenly we were both grinning like teenagers.
twenty-three
tasha
We were practicallysprinting by the time we reached the cabin, both of us giggling stupidly, crashing through the door in a blur of tangled limbs and urgency. Nate barely got the lock clicked before I was pressed against him, my fingers already sliding beneath his shirt.
"How long do we have?" I breathed against his lips.
"Hour and a half," he murmured, gripping my waist, pressing his mouth to mine. "Maybe two if we're lucky."
"More than enough," I said, pulling him closer until our bodies fit together perfectly. Every stolen glance from the weekend, every lingering touch and whispered flirtation came flooding back, propelling us forward in a rush of laughter and desire.
"You know," I teased as Nate's lips grazed down my neck, lingering just long enough to make me shiver, "I'm starting to suspect you planned this."
He laughed softly against my skin, his breath warm, his fingers already teasing at the ties of my bikini top. "Me? Manipulate circumstances just to get you alone in a secluded beach cabin?Never."
"Liar," I accused, then gasped as his mouth found that spot just below my ear. "Oh my God, we're totally those people now. The ones who ditch the kid for a quickie."
"We are not—" he started to protest, but I cut him off with a kiss.
"We absolutely are, and I'm not even sorry about it," I grinned against his mouth, feeling giddy and reckless and twenty-seven. "We're like horny teenagers at summer camp."
"Horny teenagers?" he raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Veryhorny teenagers," I confirmed solemnly, then dissolved into laughter at his expression. "What? You're the one who orchestrated an elaborate childcare scheme just to get me naked."
I laughed, swatting his chest, but my amusement turned into a sigh as my bikini top slipped away, baring me completely. Nate's eyes darkened, his gaze heated and hungry, roaming over my exposed skin with unmistakable desire.
"You’re gorgeous," he murmured, voice thick with admiration.
We left a trail of discarded clothing as we stumbled through the tiny cabin, Nate kicking aside his shorts and my cover-up falling forgotten. The afternoon sun streamed through the cabin's windows, painting golden streaks across his bare chest and highlighting every taut muscle, every faded scar. He caught me staring and smiled softly, reaching out to cup my cheek.
"I love you," he whispered, his thumb brushing gently over my lower lip.
"I love you too," I replied, my heart racing as I pulled him onto the narrow bed. We laughed breathlessly when we bumped into the wall, the bed creaking beneath us. "Very smooth."
"Always," he chuckled, shifting beside me, propping himself up on an elbow. His eyes locked on mine as his hand traced a slow, deliberate path from my collarbone down between my breasts, fingertips trailing heat in their wake. My breath hitched, anticipation sending goosebumps scattering across my skin.
"I've thought about this all weekend," he admitted, voice rough with desire.
"Only the weekend?" I teased breathlessly, my own fingers tracing down the hard planes of his chest, exploring the tight muscles of his abdomen, enjoying how his breathing quickened under my touch.
"Longer," he confessed, leaning in to kiss me deeply, hungrily, his mouth coaxing mine open as his tongue teased and explored.
Our playful touches quickly shifted into something deeper, more urgent. His hands moved down my sides, fingers tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer. I moaned softly as his mouth explored my neck, his kisses growing hotter, more possessive, each one igniting a fresh spark deep inside me.
When his mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing the sensitive curve of my breast, I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Nate," I whispered urgently.
His eyes flicked up to mine, dark and playful. "What do you need, Tasha?"
"You," I breathed, pulling him back up into a fierce, heated kiss. "Now."
He shifted over me, every movement deliberate, every muscle tensed as he slid slowly inside me. I gasped sharply, overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection, the sensation of being filled completely, perfectly. Our rhythm began slowly, tenderly, savoring each other as if we had all the time in the world.
But patience soon gave way to passion. Our hips met with increasing urgency, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync. Nate’s hands roamed possessively, mapping every inch of my skin, gripping my thighs as he pulled me closer, deeper, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
