Page 101 of This Time Around


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Now, Maddy knew that suffering was bad.

Why would she want to torture herself and him?

She still looked at him under her lashes, her lips slightly parted, and slowly nodded her head.

Nate’s eyes were blazing.

“Ohfuck, Mads. You’d want that, wouldn’t you?” His voice was nothing but a harsh whisper. “You’d want me to slide my hand further up your thigh and touch you where you’re wet and aching. You’d want me to tease you right here where you can’t move and you’d just squirm and take what I give you.”

He paused, his breath coming faster.

“You would want that. And you would be so fucking happy, because I wouldn’t just be torturing you— I’d be putting myself through hell too. Watching that flush I love creep up your neck and cheeks. Hearing that voice I love grow hoarse and husky. Seeing those eyes that drive me crazy go wide and sightless.”

“Fuck, this was a mistake,” Maddy chuckled even as her body was arching towards him wanting all the things he’d just said.

“Yeah, Mads, this was a fucking mistake because right now, all I can think about is how you’re not already naked, splayed in front of me, wearing nothing but that mischievous smile that makes me wild.”

Maddy bit her lip to stop her smile from escaping. “Wow, that’s a really good plan. Let’s do that.”

Nate was looking at her as if she was both crazy and stunning. “Oh, now it’s a good plan? I swear, this fucking woman,” he groaned, a playful grin on his face, as he unglued them from the wall and carried them to his bedroom.

Maddy had just enough time to glance furtively around Nate’s room before her attention was firmly back on the man in front of her. The man that let her slowly slide down his body until her feet touched the ground. The man that never stopped looking at her as he lowered himself on his knees and started to take off her boots and socks, before sliding his hands up her dress and tugging her underwear down her legs.

The cool air that hit her core was both soothing and maddening, but it was enough to penetrate the thick fog of her mind. Her hands grasped the hem of her dress and in one swift move, she lifted it off her head, exposing herself completely to his eyes.

She knew she should probably feel self-conscious, being the first time Nate was seeing her like this. But it was impossible to feel that way when Nate was looking at her as if she was nothing short of miraculous.

He was still on his knees, his eyes eating up every inch of her, starting from her face, moving downwards to her breasts like an almost tangible caress, and then dipping to her stomach and lower belly, before pausing to the juncture between her legs.

She saw him swallow, his throat bobbing. His burning gaze met hers once again.

“Please, let me touch you, Maddy.”

She was already nodding before his hands rose to cradle her hips. His touch was almost reverent, the tips of his fingers brushing her skin until he reached her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat as he softly run his fingers through the underside, before his thumbs found her nipples, drawing lazy circles around them that made her knees tremble.

And through it all, Nate watched her like a hawk. He was transfixed, like there was nothing that could tear him away from what he was doing.

Away from her.

He never lowered his gaze. Not even when he sensuously raised one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. Not even when his mouth dipped and found her wet core, his tongue drawing a languid lick through the very center of her.

And then a second, and a third, until her entire body was wracked by shivers, until it felt like a live wire, ready to set the world on fire.

He groaned, his hands once again on her hips, holding her in a vicious grip while his next lick ended in a flick that caught her clit.

And she shuddered hard enough to join him on her knees if his hold hadn’t kept her steady.

“Nate,” she said, his name almost a whimper, a plea. “Please, I need you.”

His head dropped on her stomach as he exhaled a muttered “Oh, thank fuck.”

A giggle escaped her that made Nate flash her one of his playful grins, before rising to his feet and grasping the neck of his T-shirt, pulling it off him.

Now it was her turn to stare, as miles upon miles of skin were revealed, his body hard and defined, definitely in a great shape even if he wasn’t playing basketball anymore. She didn’t have time to dwell though because Nate was already shucking his jeans, his boxers following after them and… yeah.

It should be illegal to be this perfect all over.

And was she licking her lips?