Page 95 of Unexpected Forever
As much as I love my burrito concoction, I’m not hungry for food.
I grind and wiggle against his hard body, dropping a teasing kiss against his lips. “I’m starving.”
Nate pulls back slightly and looks down into my eyes. A slow grin curves his lips. “Oh, you’re a bad girl.”
“Only for you.”
His cock starts showing signs of life when it brushes up against my belly, and I grin.
“You bounce back quick.”
“Only for you.”
TWENTY
nate
After the firstround of mind-blowing sex in the living room, we make our way to what I like to think of asourbedroom now, where we make up for lost time.
There’s no way I can go back to being around her in the same house and not touch her.
I want to fall asleep and wake up next to her for as long as I can.
Our future is a big question mark, even though we’re tied together for the rest of our lives.
For the first time in my life, I’ve come across a challenge I have no plan for, and I have no idea what to do about it.
All I know is I want Charley next to me.
I don’t deserve her. She’s too kind and full of love to be with a man who spends more time on the road than he does at home.
The fact is Charley doesn’t need me; she can handle life all on her own. But I want her to want me enough to make us work.
My stomach quivers as doubt filters into my brain.
Charley sighs deeply, her head on my chest, and brings me out of my spiraling thoughts.
My breathing returns to normal as my fingers roam up and down her arm draped across my stomach. Her skin is warm and soft and I can’t stop touching it.
And the feeling in my chest when I saw her small baby belly? It’s an intense level of pride I’ve never experienced.
She stirs, her soft tresses moving against my chest, a sleepy moan vibrating against me before she blinks open her eyes and looks up at me. A smile curves her lips. “Hi.”
“Hello, Firefly.”
A blush colors her cheeks and she lays her chin on my chest, outlining my tattoos with the tip of her finger. “Why do you call me Firefly?”
“When I was in Japan for a game, they had a ceremony where they released fireflies, and the way they lit up in the dark night was beautiful. They called it magic, and while they symbolize departed souls in their culture, they also symbolize love and passion.”
Our eyes meet and hers sparkle in the dim light of the room. “The night of Megan’s party, you reminded me of those Japanese fireflies flitting around the room. Beautiful, bright, passionate. You were like watching magic.”
Her breath hitches and then she ducks her head. “Wow,” she mumbles into my chest.
I lift her chin with a finger so I can see her eyes. “Don’t play shy now, Firefly.”
Her blue eyes blink. “I’m not shy. Well, not usually. I just still can’t believe it.”
“What can’t you believe?”
