Page 22 of Convergence

I nodded vigorously, my throat burning from the screaming, and we navigated to the bar. For the rest of the concert, we stayed near the bar to avoid having to push through the sea of people near the stage and drank some more.

By the time the band was saying their goodbyes and bowing, we were ready to leave. Nate and I ran back to his car, laughing at each other as we slipped and almost fell on the poorly salted sidewalk. At one point I fell, scraped my knee, and ungracefully flashed Nate my underwear under the black t-shirt I was wearing as a dress. He laughed, scooped me up, and ran with me in his arms while shouting about saving the princess. We were both out of breath, laughing, and shouting about being chased by various video game and fantasy villains as Nate jogged us back to the car. It was not lost on me ‌he was literally carrying me and jogging. While I was not a large person, I still found it incredibly sexy he could do that. He unlocked the passenger side with his key and shoved me into the seat and slammed the door. While running around to his side he slipped on the ice, disappeared below the front of the car, but resurfaced near his door. I was laughing so hard at his fall that I could barely breathe and tears were streaming again.

“Shut the fuck up!” he laughed breathlessly as he climbed into his seat, brushing ice and salt off his dark jeans. He started the car and cranked the heat.

I curled my knees up to my chest and stretched the shirt over them to ‌cover my legs. “Here, give me your legs. I think the heat works better on this side anyway,” Nate suggested with his arms outstretched.

I uncurled my legs and placed them on his lap. I couldn’t tell if the heating was better over on his side, but I certainly warmed up. He cupped his hands around his mouth and blew into them to warm them up before placing his hands on my calves and rubbing them up to my knee and back down to my ankle over and over. I swallowed hard, my core clenching and unclenching like a pulse. I couldn’t speak as he warmed my legs. He stared at my bare skin attentively, watching his hands move over the scars on my knees.

My ears were ringing from the concert, but I could hear our still elevated breathing, the slushy snow melting and falling off of our shoes as the heating worked, and my racing heartbeat. I watched his hands slide up and down my skin and my goosebumps were no longer from the cold but from his touch. I was so attuned to his skin on mine that I swore I could pinpoint the individual skin cells and blood cells he touched. His fingers brushed over my scars and moved to the backs of my knees, and I shivered. I bit my bottom lip as he looked up at my face. His deep green eyes looked almost black from his dilated pupils as he looked at my bit lip. I released it and he practically lunged at me.

His mouth met mine, and my breath caught in my throat. I paused in shock for only a second before I kissed him back. My hand came up to his face and tangled in his hair. When I returned the kiss, he tipped my chin back and gave me little kisses that felt like sips of what he was holding back. His tongue teased my lips. My heart beat so fast and hard, but I didn’t care if he could hear it. Butterflies erupted in my stomach… and south of my stomach. We kissed like that for a few minutes, with my legs still in his lap, and Nate leaning over and propping himself up with an elbow on the center console and his other hand on the nape of my neck.

I broke away for a breath. My heart was beating so hard in my chest it felt like my lungs couldn’t get enough air. He smiled lazily down at me, his eyes hooded and his cheeks flushed.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, awe in his voice. His eyes darted around my face like he was carefully taking in my reaction to him.

“Yeah,” I so eloquently whispered back. Ever the wordsmith, I was.

He smiled again, more devilishly now at whatever he saw on my face, and reached across the console to grab me. He pulled me by my waist until I was over him and I moved my legs so I could straddle him in the driver’s seat. The seatbelt buckle dug into my left knee, but I ignored it. I put most of my weight on my right knee- my metal implants would have to take one for the team.

This time, my lips crashed to his as I sat on his thighs and gripped his hair at the back of his neck. I felt out of control- this was not how I saw this evening going. I swiped my tongue against his in a playful, teasing movement. He groaned and pulled me closer to him with one large hand on the small of my back and the other in the middle of my back. Thosekitty butterfliesneeded attention. As I shifted towards him, I rolled my hips against his and sighed at the friction. Instead of reducing my need, the move amplified it. I felt crazed with the need for himright now. He made a deep noise in the back of his throat and pulled me even harder to him with two hands gripping my ass almost too hard. He adjusted his legs as he braced his feet against the floor and ground his hips against me. I could feel his arousal pressing against my own, and I rolled my hips again. The want for him felt all consuming, and I whimpered.

“You feel that?” he whispered huskily, breaking our heated kiss.

I nodded, swallowing nervously as I caught my breath again.

“That’s because you’ve been wearing my t-shirt all night. And you had your perfect ass pressed against me so tight when we danced this shirt rode up and I could see your little purple panties. Fuck, Eva,” he sighed and pressed his hips up against me again and I moaned at his words and movement. He gripped my ass so tight I was sure I’d have marks in the morning. I didn’t care even the slightest bit.

“All those metal heads were staring at you and your beautiful legs all night, but you were there withmehanging onmyarm,” he said in a low voice unlike anything I’d ever heard from him before. It rumbled through my chest where it pressed against his.

My body felt like it was about to burn up at his touch and his words. I desperately wanted more from him. He kissed along my neck and collarbone where the large t-shirt hung off of me and he lifted it over my hips, so I was straddling him in my panties.

“Mm, you feel warm now, baby,” he said with a smile. He gripped my ass again and this time his ring fingers and pinkies spanned to the edges of my rather damp panties. I gasped at the contact, and he groaned into my mouth. “You’re so wet. I fucking love it.”

I reached down and undid his belt with shaking, desperate fingers. He grabbed my hands away and held both of my wrists in one of his hands. He looked up at me with an easy-going smile. “There’s no rush, baby. When I make you come and when I come for you, I want us to take our time. Not rushed in my car,” he said, his voice deep and rasping but soft. “Is that okay?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“No, I wanna hear it. Tell me you want us to take our time when I fuck you,” he demanded, holding my wrists tighter in his hand.

I swallowed and took a breath. He waited patiently. “I want us to take our time when you fuck me,” I whispered, still sounding desperate and needy.

He rolled his hips up to me at my words.

“That’s a good girl. Now, get back in your seat and buckle up. We should get home,” he said and let go of my wrists.

I did as he said. He smiled over at me as I pulled the t-shirt back down and buckled with still shaking fingers.

Nate turned on the radio and began the drive home.

“So, uh, that was different,” I said hoarsely from screaming at the concert.

“What, the concert?” Nate asked, his voice and demeanor back to his normal happy, golden retriever self.

“No… you and how you talk when you’re… you know,” I elaborated clearly.

“Oh, ha. Well, yeah, is that alright?” he said nervously and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “I get a little… possessive and rough sometimes.”

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