Maddy looked over her shoulder to peer at him in the soft, morning light. As expected, he looked devastating even rumpled from sleep.
“You are a very bad influence, you know.”
“Oh, I know. So call in sick. Stay with me today.”
God, was she tempted. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d woken feeling so calm and happy. She never wanted to leave this bed.
“I’ll make you breakfast.”
Okay, maybe she could be persuaded to leave the bed for the right motivation.
She had already half-made her decision when Nate’s hand slipped under the shirt she had confiscated and started stroking her front in lazy, unhurried caresses that made her heartbeat speed up like crazy.
“What’s the matter, Mads?” he whispered against her neck, his breath doing nothing to alleviate the situation. “Why is your heart beating so fast?”
He was fucking teasing her, this absolute devil of a man. And damn if she didn’t love it.
Nate moved his hand up, and up, until he was grazing her nipple, pinching it slightly and then soothing the sting with light brushes of his fingers. She wasn’t even aware of the sounds she was making or the way her body was moving under his ministrations until he heard Nate groan against her neck.
“Is this what my girl wants?” he whispered in a low, hoarse voice that no longer had anything to do with sleep. “Tell me, Maddy, if I slide my hand down your body, will I find you dripping for me?” He punctuated his words by doing exactly what he’d said, his hand descending between her legs. “Open your thighs. Let me feel for myself.” She obeyed his quiet, gentle commands, leaving herself completely at his mercy.
“Oh fuck, Maddy.” He sounded as tortured as she was, as his fingers dipped inside her.
He, then, turned her slightly towards him so he was partly holding himself above her.
“Look at you, Mads. You are so beautiful like this,” he said as his fingers began fucking her in earnest, the heel of his palm rubbing against her clit in a maddening rhythm for several agonizing moments. God, he was ruining her. “You’re already close, aren’t you? I can feel it.”
She let out a sound that was half-moan, half-whimper.
“Tell me, Mads.”
“Y–yes,” she choked out.
Nate lowered himself over her further until all he could see was him.
“Then give it to me, Maddy.” His words were almost a plea. “I want it all. Your sounds, and your pleasure, and you, all of you.” He curved his fingers inside her and she came violently around them in a silent scream, warmth flooding her everywhere until she was completely lost.
She didn’t know how she’d managed to hold Nate’s gaze through it all. But it felt as easy as breathing to reach up and tug his head down for a lingering, soul-sucking kiss that was in such contrast to the raging emotions that were making her heart stutter.
“Call in sick,” Nate said with the playful smile she loved.
She made a spectacle of sighing dramatically. “Okay.”
He nipped her bottom lip before he disentangled himself from her, rising from the bed in just a pair of boxers.
It was a good thing she hadn’t put her glasses back on or she would have probably drooled all over his pillowcase.
“Okay, confession time: I didn’t plan this far ahead, so I only have coffee, which I know you don’t drink.” She could see his sheepish expression now that her vision was restored. “Are you going to be okay alone for a bit while I head out to grab some things for breakfast?” he asked as he rummaged in his closet for some sweats and a hoodie.
“Sure. The view is hella fine from here.”
He was chuckling as he approached the bed to give her a kiss that was supposed to be short and sweet but ended up with making him tighten his hand in her hair.
“Fuck, I’ll never leave if I don’t go now,” he mumbled against her lips. “Make yourself at home,” he grinned, before he headed out, leaving the room and Maddy still on his bed, smelling like him and wondering how could all this not be a dream.
***
Maddy called in sick. Not that she’d needed too much convincing to do it.
