heart.”
Bekki felt herself me lt as his gaze stroked over her and she watched the honesty of his affection bloom deep within that beautiful shade of green. Even just a few days without him had been torture for her. She didn't want to admit it, but she had been counting down the minutes until he would return from his trip. It struck her yet again, that if she wanted to be with him so badly, why was she so insistent on pushing him away?
With her mind in chaos, and her emotions in turmoil, Bekki gravitated toward s the comfort of Nick's lips. Their pillow soft skin, accepted her into a gentle kiss. It was tentative at first, probing and investigative, as if neither really knew where the other stood. A guessing game of who would pull away first. The real surprise was when neither pulled away, and the kiss began to grow more passionate. Nick's arms encircled her firmly, drawing her body tight against his as he chased after the kiss and continued it with growing desire. Bekki's heart was fluttering with every caress of his mouth, and the sensation of his fingertips stroking across her lower back. She wanted that sensation to grow, to wash away everything bad that was happening around her, to drown out the memories of what Trevor had done, of what she had done, she wanted to feel nothing but Nick's arms around her. When Nick did pull away from her he gazed down into her eyes longingly. He didn't have to speak, Bekki knew what he was asking.
She grasped his hand gently in her own and led him into her bedroom. There was a moment as she crossed the threshold from the hallway into her bedroom, that she felt the urge to turn back, to force him to leave. She wanted him out of her life, she didn’t want to be hurt again. But when he closed the bedroom door behind them and drew her back into his arms, when his lips collided with hers in a surprisingly possessive and demanding kiss, all of those thoughts dispersed. In that moment the desires of her heart overtook the rationality of her mind, and she wanted to share eternity with Nick.
Nick swept her up into his arms and carried her over to her bed. When he laid her reverently down on the bed and she looked up at him, she witnessed the expectation in his expression. She knew that if she let this happen, and then decided to break things off, it would be a very deep betrayal. She knew this was the crucial moment, when she was either denying or accepting him, when she was either making herself vulnerable, or hiding behind her fear. When Nick sprawled out on the bed beside her, she pressed her lips firmly to his. She wanted to get back that head-swimming sensation, that surge of no responsibility to anyone or anything. But instead the tenderness of his kiss in return, the way he savored every gentle touch of his fingertips against her skin, caused tears to rise to her eyes. Nick pulled back slightly when he sensed the tears beginning to fall.
“Bekki,” he whispered through the shadows of her room his lips roaming to kiss away the tears that fell. “I'm sorry,” he kissed her forehead gently and pulled her close to him.
“Why are you apologizing?” Bekki gasped out, and angrily tried to blink back her tears. She wanted to enjoy the moment, she wanted to give into it, but she just couldn't.
“For rushing you,” he replied and coasted his gaze along hers as he added. “I'm ready, I've been ready since the first time I laid eyes on you again, even if I was hurt. Just because I'm ready, doesn't mean that I should be rushing you.”
Bekki laid her head against his chest and snuggled close to him, it felt so good to be sharing a bed with him, curled up around his body. That was the true comfort that she needed right now, someone there that she knew she could trust, despite the entire world spinning out of control.
“There really isn't anything between Trevor and me,” she whispered against the curve of his neck.
“I know,” he murmured in return, but his voice wavered slightly.
Bekki felt herself me lt as his gaze stroked over her and she watched the honesty of his affection bloom deep within that beautiful shade of green. Even just a few days without him had been torture for her. She didn't want to admit it, but she had been counting down the minutes until he would return from his trip. It struck her yet again, that if she wanted to be with him so badly, why was she so insistent on pushing him away?
With her mind in chaos, and her emotions in turmoil, Bekki gravitated toward s the comfort of Nick's lips. Their pillow soft skin, accepted her into a gentle kiss. It was tentative at first, probing and investigative, as if neither really knew where the other stood. A guessing game of who would pull away first. The real surprise was when neither pulled away, and the kiss began to grow more passionate. Nick's arms encircled her firmly, drawing her body tight against his as he chased after the kiss and continued it with growing desire. Bekki's heart was fluttering with every caress of his mouth, and the sensation of his fingertips stroking across her lower back. She wanted that sensation to grow, to wash away everything bad that was happening around her, to drown out the memories of what Trevor had done, of what she had done, she wanted to feel nothing but Nick's arms around her. When Nick did pull away from her he gazed down into her eyes longingly. He didn't have to speak, Bekki knew what he was asking.
She grasped his hand gently in her own and led him into her bedroom. There was a moment as she crossed the threshold from the hallway into her bedroom, that she felt the urge to turn back, to force him to leave. She wanted him out of her life, she didn’t want to be hurt again. But when he closed the bedroom door behind them and drew her back into his arms, when his lips collided with hers in a surprisingly possessive and demanding kiss, all of those thoughts dispersed. In that moment the desires of her heart overtook the rationality of her mind, and she wanted to share eternity with Nick.
Nick swept her up into his arms and carried her over to her bed. When he laid her reverently down on the bed and she looked up at him, she witnessed the expectation in his expression. She knew that if she let this happen, and then decided to break things off, it would be a very deep betrayal. She knew this was the crucial moment, when she was either denying or accepting him, when she was either making herself vulnerable, or hiding behind her fear. When Nick sprawled out on the bed beside her, she pressed her lips firmly to his. She wanted to get back that head-swimming sensation, that surge of no responsibility to anyone or anything. But instead the tenderness of his kiss in return, the way he savored every gentle touch of his fingertips against her skin, caused tears to rise to her eyes. Nick pulled back slightly when he sensed the tears beginning to fall.
“Bekki,” he whispered through the shadows of her room his lips roaming to kiss away the tears that fell. “I'm sorry,” he kissed her forehead gently and pulled her close to him.
“Why are you apologizing?” Bekki gasped out, and angrily tried to blink back her tears. She wanted to enjoy the moment, she wanted to give into it, but she just couldn't.
“For rushing you,” he replied and coasted his gaze along hers as he added. “I'm ready, I've been ready since the first time I laid eyes on you again, even if I was hurt. Just because I'm ready, doesn't mean that I should be rushing you.”
Bekki laid her head against his chest and snuggled close to him, it felt so good to be sharing a bed with him, curled up around his body. That was the true comfort that she needed right now, someone there that she knew she could trust, despite the entire world spinning out of control.
“There really isn't anything between Trevor and me,” she whispered against the curve of his neck.
“I know,” he murmured in return, but his voice wavered slightly.
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