“Yeah. I thought I’d make that recipe with the cherry tomatoes your grandma gave me.” He grinned briefly, probably remembering that day. “Funny how that should have happened 20 years ago and it actually feels like yesterday,” he finished, shaking his head.
Now, Maddy knew this was the point where she was supposed to laugh alongside him, because itwasfunny, considering their circumstances.
But that small pinch she’d felt earlier had become a throb that was speeding up her heartbeat and robbing her of breath. She just couldn’t stop marveling at this man.
Nate, noticing she hadn’t joined in, left everything on the kitchen table and moved closer to her, his brows pinching in a tiny frown.
“You did this for me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Nate’s expression changed into something that radiated both tenderness and fierceness.
“Everything I do is for you, Maddy,” he said steadily, and calmly. As if it was something obvious. Mere common sense.
She was moving before she’d even realized what she was doing.
All she knew was that the distance between their bodies was unacceptable.
She was now so close to him she could see how his breath was turning shallower and shallower. How his heart jumped where her hands were clasping the front of his shirt tightly. How the chocolate brown of his eyes had completely eclipsed, swallowed by his dilated pupils.
She tugged him towards her as she rose on the tips of her toes, and spoke her next words on his lips.
“Fuck me, Nate.”
The groan that vibrated his entire body was the only warning she got before his hands were on her, tangling into her hair and fisting the strands. There was only a moment then, of him staring into her with such agony, before his lips were claiming hers, prying them open, and pouring into her all his unleashed desperation. He licked into her mouth with a want so fierce it threatened to set her on fire.
She didn’t know where to touch him. It was like being granted the keys to a kingdom, but being struck by its beauty not knowing how to proceed.
There was one thing she knew though.
She needed more of him.
Her hands ran up his chest, crawling over his body to reach his hair, to twist, and tug, while her mouth took over, tugging and sucking on his lip.
Nate went feral.
His hands abandoned her hair and mapped the sides of her body in possessive touches that only further fanned the flame inside her. She was burning, burning, burning.
Nate broke their kiss for a few endless seconds, and watched her as his hands delved under the hem of her dress and clasped her thighs tightly, before lifting her up, her legs wrapping around his torso.
He never stopped watching her as he placed her on the counter, using one of his hands to keep her as close to him as possible, and the other to snake around her nape and apply some delicious pressure there in a move that made her go limp. His lips then descended on her exposed neck, trailing kisses that were both soft and greedy, small brands on her skin. The hand spanning her thigh was leaving feather-light touches, brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
When his mouth reached a hidden, tender spot behind her ear, there was no stopping the soft moan that left her lips.
“Fuck, Maddy. That sound. Give me that sound again.” He sounded as wrecked as she felt.
As his mouth searched again for hers, Maddy let her hands roam over his shoulders and down his strong back, the muscles there straining with tension. His body was pressing into hers and her own responded in earnest, chasing the frantic rhythm they’d created, moving against each other, trying to get closer in a futile attempt.
“More, Nate. Please, more,” she breathed against his lips.
He growled then, the sound a low timbre that reverberated against her body.
In a swift and steady move, he picked her up, her legs wrapping around him, and started walking, his mouth never letting up on his exploration of her neck.
Maddy knew he should have let Nate take them wherever he intended, but it was as if her body had a mind of its own. It was too late, one of her hands had already left his back and was trailing down his front, not pausing until she reached the front of his jeans and the cock that was straining behind the zipper. She couldn’t stop herself from palming the length, giving it a small squeeze, something that made Nate choke on his breath and stumble towards the nearest wall.
Maddy could feel the grin of satisfaction that spread on her lips as Nate pinned them to the wall of the narrow corridor, nailing her body to the hard surface.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked her while he took in her grin, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You like to see me suffer, don’t you, Maddy?” While his hips strained hard against hers, he gently removed her hand that was trapped between their bodies, and threading their fingers, pinned that as well, on the wall, above her head. “How about I give you a taste of that?”
