don’t respond. I can't say a word. He's being more open right now than he's ever been. I can't derail this.
"I can tell you that the second tooth on the upper left side of your mouth is slightly crooked. Not enough that anyone would notice but it makes your smile more beautiful."
I feel my eyes swell with tears as I listen intently to his words.
"I can tell you that when you laugh you pull your hand to your face to cover your perfect mouth. Every time you laugh. I first noticed it when you were at the restaurant with your roommates. It's adorable."
I nod. I do that. I know I do that. I've always done that.
"I can tell you that you say my name unlike anyone else on the planet and I live for the sound of it. Sometimes I just close my eyes and imagine the word rolling from your lips. I could listen to it forever."
"I don't say it differently."
"Say it now."
"Nathan."
"Like that." He pulls my body into his. "Just like that."
I smile at his reaction.
"I can't stand the thought of another man knowing any of this." His lips push into my shoulder. "Promise me you won't let anyone else see this part of you. Promise me."
I nod my head in silence. I don't know what to say. Something has shifted between us. That small crack that I saw within him has split wide open.
Chapter 19
"I 'm going to Boston next weekend. Are you working?" I love how casually he shares information about his life. It's been a week since his tender confession in the bedroom and I've spent every night tucked into his bed and his life.
"Just on Sunday." I sigh. "I have Saturday off. Bryce's girlfriend is coming to town so we're going to hang out."
"That'll be fun?" It's more of a question than a statement and I can't help but laugh.
"It will be." I push back against his chest. "I haven't met her yet, but I hear great things about her whenever I catch Bryce long enough to talk to him."
"You'll have a good time." His hand drops to stroke my thigh. "Are you taking her to your restaurant?"
"No." I shake my head slightly. "Somewhere simple and then to a movie."
"What about Rebecca?"
"Hot date or something." I shrug as I run my hand down his chest. "Or maybe it's just an excuse because she doesn't want to hang out with me."
"How could anyone not want to hang out with this?" He pulls the blanket off of both of us with one swift flick of his wrist.
"You're such a charmer." I push my back into the sheets, pulling my hand over my breasts. "You know just what to say to a girl to make her wet."
"Make her wet." His full lips graze over mine with a heated touch. "You're always wet for me, Jessica."
"Always," I let the word flow between my lips slowly as my fingers part my folds. He's right. I'm always wet for him.
"That very first moment when you walked into the club, I knew you were made just for me." He eases his body slowly on top of mine. I hear the sound of the condom package in his hands. His eyes never break my gaze as he pulls it over his cock.
"I was made for you." I circle my hips on the bed when I feel his cock skirt across my clit.
"I chased after you the next night because you slipped away when I fell asleep." My full lips part slightly as he pushes just the head between my folds.
"You were so sleepy." I kiss the side of his cheek before my breath rushes at the feeling of his full length pushing into me.
"I woke up in a panic." He adjusts his hips so he can claim me with long, leisurely, painfully delicious strokes.
I smile at the tender confession. We've never talked about that first night. The night he drifted into a peaceful sleep when I took forever to calm my nerves in the bathroom.
"I couldn’t work the next day." He reaches to grab both my hands, pinning them to the sheets. "All I could think about was how badly I fucked up. How you'd gotten away from me forever."
I try to push back against him, but his grasp is too tight. "I want to touch you," I whimper.
He only shakes his head slightly in response. "When I saw you the
"I can tell you that the second tooth on the upper left side of your mouth is slightly crooked. Not enough that anyone would notice but it makes your smile more beautiful."
I feel my eyes swell with tears as I listen intently to his words.
"I can tell you that when you laugh you pull your hand to your face to cover your perfect mouth. Every time you laugh. I first noticed it when you were at the restaurant with your roommates. It's adorable."
I nod. I do that. I know I do that. I've always done that.
"I can tell you that you say my name unlike anyone else on the planet and I live for the sound of it. Sometimes I just close my eyes and imagine the word rolling from your lips. I could listen to it forever."
"I don't say it differently."
"Say it now."
"Nathan."
"Like that." He pulls my body into his. "Just like that."
I smile at his reaction.
"I can't stand the thought of another man knowing any of this." His lips push into my shoulder. "Promise me you won't let anyone else see this part of you. Promise me."
I nod my head in silence. I don't know what to say. Something has shifted between us. That small crack that I saw within him has split wide open.
Chapter 19
"I 'm going to Boston next weekend. Are you working?" I love how casually he shares information about his life. It's been a week since his tender confession in the bedroom and I've spent every night tucked into his bed and his life.
"Just on Sunday." I sigh. "I have Saturday off. Bryce's girlfriend is coming to town so we're going to hang out."
"That'll be fun?" It's more of a question than a statement and I can't help but laugh.
"It will be." I push back against his chest. "I haven't met her yet, but I hear great things about her whenever I catch Bryce long enough to talk to him."
"You'll have a good time." His hand drops to stroke my thigh. "Are you taking her to your restaurant?"
"No." I shake my head slightly. "Somewhere simple and then to a movie."
"What about Rebecca?"
"Hot date or something." I shrug as I run my hand down his chest. "Or maybe it's just an excuse because she doesn't want to hang out with me."
"How could anyone not want to hang out with this?" He pulls the blanket off of both of us with one swift flick of his wrist.
"You're such a charmer." I push my back into the sheets, pulling my hand over my breasts. "You know just what to say to a girl to make her wet."
"Make her wet." His full lips graze over mine with a heated touch. "You're always wet for me, Jessica."
"Always," I let the word flow between my lips slowly as my fingers part my folds. He's right. I'm always wet for him.
"That very first moment when you walked into the club, I knew you were made just for me." He eases his body slowly on top of mine. I hear the sound of the condom package in his hands. His eyes never break my gaze as he pulls it over his cock.
"I was made for you." I circle my hips on the bed when I feel his cock skirt across my clit.
"I chased after you the next night because you slipped away when I fell asleep." My full lips part slightly as he pushes just the head between my folds.
"You were so sleepy." I kiss the side of his cheek before my breath rushes at the feeling of his full length pushing into me.
"I woke up in a panic." He adjusts his hips so he can claim me with long, leisurely, painfully delicious strokes.
I smile at the tender confession. We've never talked about that first night. The night he drifted into a peaceful sleep when I took forever to calm my nerves in the bathroom.
"I couldn’t work the next day." He reaches to grab both my hands, pinning them to the sheets. "All I could think about was how badly I fucked up. How you'd gotten away from me forever."
I try to push back against him, but his grasp is too tight. "I want to touch you," I whimper.
He only shakes his head slightly in response. "When I saw you the
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