Page 33 of Game On

Something about that low light made the moment feel more real, making her heartbeat pound harder. Faster.

His dark hair was even darker as it dried from his shower earlier, the strands mussed from her restless fingers. He was so tall, his broad shoulders calling to her hands to trace the outline of all that maleness. He studied her as intently as she watched him, and she wondered what he was thinking.

“It feels so different than every other time,” she mused aloud, caressing her way down his arms to tunnel under his T-shirt. Peeling it up and off of him. Her gaze fell to the vee of his undone jeans where gray cotton boxers didn’t do much to restrain what was beneath them. Her voice trembled a little when she spoke again. “Almost like we’ve never been together before.”

She wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing that it all seemed so new. She’d loved him with all the longing of youth, but it hadn’t been enough to keep them together at the first real life obstacle. Now? She’d given herself permission to keep her feelings out of it.

Except she was bombarded by sensations, her whole body quivering with feelings.

And hunger.

“It’s going to be even better.” Shirtless, Nate’s broad shoulders leaned closer to hers. “Before, we didn’t know how lucky we were to share what we had. Now?” His eyes locked on hers for the space of a heartbeat before he traced her collarbone with his finger, eliciting a riot of pleasure. “I’m not taking a single inch of you for granted.”

Breathless, she licked her suddenly dry lips, then lost herself to the magic his touch wielded on her body. True to his word, he spent ample time kissing his way down her throat to the hollow at the base of it. Hooking a finger in the neckline of her sundress, he flicked free the ribbons that served as straps, sending the fabric into a downward slide.

Even that scant brush of material sent desire cascading through her. No one had ever affected her this way. Not even him.

When he lowered the dress more, her nipples beaded, suddenly exposed since the garment had built in coverage. Now, cool air and anticipation tightened the peaks to aching until he lowered his lips to taste each in turn. Heat streaked from the point of contact to the feminine center of her, and her hips rolled against his in response.

Seeking. Aching.

His groan of response vibrated through him with a rumble she couldn’t miss, the sound humming into her. She thought she’d come right out of her skin by the time he eased her dress down and off, leaving her in only the pink lace underwear she’d treated herself to just in case of a situation like this.

Seeing the flare of male hunger in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her body made the frivolous expense so very worth it. A shiver tripped along her bare skin as the iron ceiling fan spun overhead, stirring the air around her. Nate’s finger skimmed the top of the lace where it hugged her hips, but he didn’t remove it. While her skin burned in the places he’d touched, he turned his attention to his jeans, shoving them down and off, dragging the cotton boxers with them.

Limned in golden light, his sculpted athlete’s body was a vision she wanted to lock into her brain forever. She reached to trace the oblique muscles of his abs, rippling and fascinating. But what was compelling to see was even better to touch. She couldn’t stay away from him, her hands splaying across his chest to span as much of his hard strength as she could.

Hauling her up his body with one arm, he lifted her and laid her on the middle of the bed before easing away.

“I’ll be right back,” he told her, the scent of his aftershave—sandalwood and cedar, she guessed—teased her nose as she watched him disappear into the attached bath.

He returned a moment later, moving toward her with the same athletic grace she recalled from when they were younger. Only now, the heavier muscle of manhood filled out his chest and arms. His thighs.

He flipped a condom packet onto the bed nearby, but she didn’t have time to reach for it before he covered her. All that sexy muscle tantalizing her everywhere he touched. She closed her eyes to focus on how he felt. How he made her feel. But then, one of his thighs parted hers and the weight of him there scattered all her thoughts.

She arched up to kiss him, needing a taste of his lips to counterbalance all the sensations careening inside of her elsewhere. He obliged her, his tongue doing wicked things to hers while he used his forefinger to draw down the lace of her panties. With no barriers remaining between them, Keely unwrapped the condom and rolled it into place, meeting his eyes in the warm glow of the pendant light.

When at last he eased inside her, inch by delectable inch, she thought she might die from how good it felt to have him there. Sweet, sweet fulfillment. Her fingernails scraped the duvet, clenching and unclenching since she feared she’d float right away if she didn’t hold herself steady somehow.

“Keely.” He breathed her name over her shoulder as he began to move—slowly—inside her. “I’ve missed you.”

They rolled together, one way and then the other. Every sensation so delicious that she couldn’t decide what felt best. She only knew she wanted to stay here, in his bed, for as long as she could.

“I can’t last,” he warned her, his dark eyes serious as they met hers suddenly. “Not the way you deserve. At least, not this time.”

Touched, she laid a hand on his chest, right over where his heartbeat sped.

“I’m not going anywhere tonight,” she promised, liking the way his shoulders eased a fraction at her words.

His pace quickened and she met his thrusts with a long-suppressed hunger of her own. Need built. She chased it, knowing what she wanted was so close.

With the experience of a man who remembered her body well, he reached between them to touch her, teasing forth an orgasm with a nimble stroke of his fingers moments before he let himself go. Her body spasmed on and on, the waves of desire rocking her from the inside while his shout mingled with hers.

In the aftermath, her sense of time went fuzzy. She cradled all of those feelings close, reveling in the sense of beautiful well-being that came from having Nate cater to her every physical desire. He tucked her under the covers at one point, smoothing her hair from her face so none of it was trapped under limbs or pillows. He arranged the covers over her and pulled her body to his, kissing her shoulder lightly while she mentally cataloged every spot of her body that sang with bliss.

“Wow,” she managed long moments later, her eyelids fluttering open, lashes brushing the down pillow under her head.

“Well said.” He traced patterns on the back of her hand where it lay tucked under her chin. “I feel that same exact way.”

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