“You’re beautiful, Prudence. No matter what your brain sees when it looks at you in the mirror.”
Soft kisses land on the top of my head. Another picture appears, and my eyes widen.
Nate, sitting on the floor, me straddling him. His hand holding my hip firmly. My hands buried in the hair at the back of his tilted head. His eyes barely opened, focused on my hidden face.
So many emotions dancing in them. Emotions that I was unable topick up on at the moment. Emotions that bring the butterflies in my belly back to life.
“That will definitely be our Christmas card,” he chuckles just above my head.
42
YOU WERE MEANT FOR ME, ALL THIS TIME
Matthew: I don’t know what’s his problem, but Raph keeps pushing for us to call you in.
Matthew: Anyway, I hope you’re having a nice few days off.
Matthew: And don’t worry,Chief took your contacts off of the board to make sure no one listens to him, you’re safe.
PRUDENCE
I’m woken up by a heavy limb pulling me backward. Pulling me against a warm, broad… chest. Definitely a chest.
And according to my vivid memories, it’s Nate’s chest.
With one quick look, I can confirm that the heavy limb is Nate’s arm. Which makes sense, as I fell asleep nestled in his arm, deliciously sore from the best night of sex I’ve ever had. And when I say sore, I meansore. From everywhere. The only sport I usually do is run, and he moved me around like I was a gymnast or something.
I’d kill for a long, warm bath.
And more orgasms.
I think I’m getting addicted.
His hold tightens around me and I feel his face nuzzling my neck, taking a deep breath and his hips pushing forwards against my bare ass.
I arch back against him, grabbing his hand splayed over my stomach to lift it up to my breasts, and his breath stutters.
He doesn’t waste time to rub his thumb against my nipple though, and I close my eyes with a blissful smile.
“We shouldn’t,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Oh no, we definitely should.”
He pinches harder and I press my thighs together with a moan. “Yousaid you were all out of orgasms for me.”
“I was, but—” I gasp when his cock slides between my legs thrusting between my wet folds, rubbing slowly against my clit.
“But?” He teases.
“That two hour nap was rejuvenating.”
He releases a heavy breath as he pulls back before thrusting forward again.
“Although after, I’ll need to soak my poor muscles in a bath… A warm and—”
I’m suddenly alone, the warm body behind mine gone. I roll around, confused, and yelp when two arms slide under my back and knees, lifting me until I’m plastered against his chest, naked, and my feet dangling.
“What are you—”
