can’t leave his declaration hanging in the air
unanswered.
“I love you in every way a man can love a woman.”
“You do?” I shift against him, trying to get even closer to
him. The room is very dark and utterly silent. I’m starting to put pieces
together, so many little signs and clues that are suddenly all making sense.
“I do. And I want you to love me like that too.”
I don’t know what to say in response to that. The world is
spinning around me again, but not as dizzyingly as before. It’s still terrifying,
but now it’s more than that.
Now it’s thrilling too.
In the dark of the room, it feels like Nate and I are alone
in the world—where doing certain things might finally be safe.
My lips are right next to the skin of his chest, so I kiss
him there. No particular reason or conscious thought. I just want to feel him
as much as I can.
He makes a soft, husky noise, and I like the sound of it. So
I press my lips against his skin again. He feels so good. So warm and hard and
strong. I need him.
I need him so much.
Nate has lowered his face some, and I can feel his breath
against the side of my throat. He’s breathing just as quickly as I am, and I
can feel his heart racing just like mine.
I tighten my arms around him. I can’t seem to get close
enough. I tilt my face up toward his, and his lips find mine in the dark. The
kiss is soft, tender, but hungry. So hungry. We’ve never kissed this way
before, and it feels good.
So right.
“Jane,” Nate murmurs against my mouth. He pulls away from me
slightly, his body tenser than ever.
I make a choked sound and draw him back against me. “Please
don’t leave me, Nate.”
“I’m not going to leave you.” His voice is too low, too
thick. “But…”
As I shift against him, I feel something unexpected against
my middle.
My breath hitches.
I’m not sure why I’m surprised, after what he’s just told
me, but I am. I’ve never thought to feel Nate like this before. I used to
occasionally wonder what he’s like in bed, but I always cut the imaginings
short, since it felt wrong to think about him that way.
It doesn’t feel wrong now.
I shift again, and my surprise vanishes. The whole world is
dark and quiet and deep and urgent. If Nate is hard, it seems a natural part of
this strange and needy night. I rub myself against him, feeling a corresponding
tension tighten between my legs.
I want him too.
“Jane, don’t,” Nate gasps, although he pushes his hips into
mine. “Not unless . . . unless . . .”
I know what he’s saying. I don’t stop. The pressure at my
center is almost painful now, a deep arousal developing out of nowhere,
spurring me on. I kiss his shoulder, moaning at the feel of his erection
against my belly.
“God, Jane. Are you sure?” His hands are all over me now,
touching me in ways he never has before, caressing my back, my bottom, my
thighs, the curve at the side of my breast.
“I need you, Nate. Don’t leave.” I kiss my way up his neck
and lingered to mouth his jawline, where I always kiss him, my special spot.
“I’m never going to leave you.” He grunts as I wrap one of
my legs around his hip, aligning his erection with my arousal. “Jane, baby, are
you sure? Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, this is what I want.” I couldn’t have stopped, even if
I wanted to. But I don’t want to. Some sort of desperate hunger has taken over
my body, and Nate is all that matters in the world.
I pull down his pants to free his hard length and take it in
my hands until he makes hoarse sounds of pleasure that just deepen my own need.
Then I let him slide off my pajamas and position himself between my legs.
“Jane?” His mouth is brushing lightly against mine, and he’s
holding himself with so much restraint that he shakes from it. His skin is damp
with perspiration. So is mine.
I pull him down on top of me, needing to feel him. All of
him. “Nate, please. Now.”
“Do we need—” He breaks
unanswered.
“I love you in every way a man can love a woman.”
“You do?” I shift against him, trying to get even closer to
him. The room is very dark and utterly silent. I’m starting to put pieces
together, so many little signs and clues that are suddenly all making sense.
“I do. And I want you to love me like that too.”
I don’t know what to say in response to that. The world is
spinning around me again, but not as dizzyingly as before. It’s still terrifying,
but now it’s more than that.
Now it’s thrilling too.
In the dark of the room, it feels like Nate and I are alone
in the world—where doing certain things might finally be safe.
My lips are right next to the skin of his chest, so I kiss
him there. No particular reason or conscious thought. I just want to feel him
as much as I can.
He makes a soft, husky noise, and I like the sound of it. So
I press my lips against his skin again. He feels so good. So warm and hard and
strong. I need him.
I need him so much.
Nate has lowered his face some, and I can feel his breath
against the side of my throat. He’s breathing just as quickly as I am, and I
can feel his heart racing just like mine.
I tighten my arms around him. I can’t seem to get close
enough. I tilt my face up toward his, and his lips find mine in the dark. The
kiss is soft, tender, but hungry. So hungry. We’ve never kissed this way
before, and it feels good.
So right.
“Jane,” Nate murmurs against my mouth. He pulls away from me
slightly, his body tenser than ever.
I make a choked sound and draw him back against me. “Please
don’t leave me, Nate.”
“I’m not going to leave you.” His voice is too low, too
thick. “But…”
As I shift against him, I feel something unexpected against
my middle.
My breath hitches.
I’m not sure why I’m surprised, after what he’s just told
me, but I am. I’ve never thought to feel Nate like this before. I used to
occasionally wonder what he’s like in bed, but I always cut the imaginings
short, since it felt wrong to think about him that way.
It doesn’t feel wrong now.
I shift again, and my surprise vanishes. The whole world is
dark and quiet and deep and urgent. If Nate is hard, it seems a natural part of
this strange and needy night. I rub myself against him, feeling a corresponding
tension tighten between my legs.
I want him too.
“Jane, don’t,” Nate gasps, although he pushes his hips into
mine. “Not unless . . . unless . . .”
I know what he’s saying. I don’t stop. The pressure at my
center is almost painful now, a deep arousal developing out of nowhere,
spurring me on. I kiss his shoulder, moaning at the feel of his erection
against my belly.
“God, Jane. Are you sure?” His hands are all over me now,
touching me in ways he never has before, caressing my back, my bottom, my
thighs, the curve at the side of my breast.
“I need you, Nate. Don’t leave.” I kiss my way up his neck
and lingered to mouth his jawline, where I always kiss him, my special spot.
“I’m never going to leave you.” He grunts as I wrap one of
my legs around his hip, aligning his erection with my arousal. “Jane, baby, are
you sure? Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, this is what I want.” I couldn’t have stopped, even if
I wanted to. But I don’t want to. Some sort of desperate hunger has taken over
my body, and Nate is all that matters in the world.
I pull down his pants to free his hard length and take it in
my hands until he makes hoarse sounds of pleasure that just deepen my own need.
Then I let him slide off my pajamas and position himself between my legs.
“Jane?” His mouth is brushing lightly against mine, and he’s
holding himself with so much restraint that he shakes from it. His skin is damp
with perspiration. So is mine.
I pull him down on top of me, needing to feel him. All of
him. “Nate, please. Now.”
“Do we need—” He breaks
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