Maddy felt the wild grin of satisfaction that took over her lips and Nate’s answering one, before she angled his head and he fit his mouth against hers in a move that was grounded in instinct. He parted her lips with his, and in that moment there was no reason, only molten heat, only the need for closer and tighter.
Breathing was insignificant.
Distance was unfathomable.
There was only this.
She didn’t even realize when she started moving over him, her body taking over where her mind had stopped. The sound that left Nate’s lips was barely human, a deep growl that tapered off into an anguished moan, and that was the only anguish she wanted from him. She wanted to live in that sound, and drown, drown, drown in it. She wanted to stay right here with Nate’s hands tightening now so hard on her hips they felt like brands.
As if from miles and miles away, a phone started ringing, the sound piercing the fog she had willingly surrendered to. Their moves slowed and their touch became lighter, as air rushed in where their mouths separated. Maddy opened her eyes only to find Nate already looking at her with so much undisguised longing, a lock of his hair falling on his forehead.
He raised his hand as if in a trance, and cradling her face traced his thumb over her cheekbone and the edge of her smile.
“I’m going to throw that phone out of the window and then kill whoever was calling,” he said in a gruff voice while still caressing her wherever he could reach.
“I’ll go with you,” Maddy said softly before they both chuckled at their predicament.
“I don’t want to get up.” Nate’s voice was barely above a rough whisper.
“Me neither,” she exhaled.
“But, if we do, I can make us something out of that bag I brought with me.”
Maddy’s eyebrows bunched in a skeptical frown. “There are extremely limited things that could make me want to get up right now.”
“I can make us hot chocolate from scratch.”
“And you just named one of those things.”
Nate’s unrestrained laughter filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the previous heat.
“Come on, then,” he said before he basically picked both of them up in a move that had no business being that hot.
“Aren’t you going to see who called you?”
“It’s okay, that was my work ringtone and it’s Saturday. They can wait. Plus,” he said, pulling her close to him with a tug on her hand, “I want to see if the chocolate I make is as good as the ones we had back then.”
“I’m sure it will be.”
Because this one would be made by him.
***
It was the best fucking chocolate Maddy had ever put in her mouth.
And she was pretty sure that the way she was rendered almost incapable of coherent sentences was proof of that.
Apparently, what she had been drinking was an absolute travesty because what he had put together, was like drinking melted chocolate in a cup. It was so thick and heavenly that it was death by chocolate.
Nate had even put whipped cream on top. He’d just pulled out the can he’d put in her fridge like it was nothing, like whipped cream should be on the top 3 of groceries.
“You are so organized,” she said in a voice that showed a lot of awe and some trepidation.
He chuckled. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”
They had returned to her couch because the floor was all nice and good for spontaneous acts but long-term situations like savoring the magnificent creation she was holding called for comfort.
“It’s definitely not a bad thing. I just meant that you’d thought all of it through in such short notice.”
