“Can that be enough for tonight?” I hedged. The multitude of reveals had blown me away. Exhaustion crept into the edges of my vision, and all I wanted were kisses and maybe Ryan’s dick in my mouth too.
It seemed only fitting that declarations of love were celebrated with blowjobs.
The man, knowing me so damn well, something I’d have to stop being so surprised by soon, nodded before he leaned in to seal the deal.
CHAPTER18
RYAN
Wakingup in Nate’s arms would never get old. Sure, he sometimes did this weird snore thing, but that was more adorable than annoying. But with the dawn sunlight stroking my cheek, I smiled in contentment, basking in the feel of Nate’s body pressed against mine.
Last night, it hadn’t escaped my notice that my suggestions freaked him out. Springing such things on the man would do that, I supposed.
When he told me how he felt… that he loved me, for more than a beat I’d thought I wasn’t hearing him correctly. Rather than him shooting me down, perhaps saying I was insane and rash, and we were moving too fast, I’d received his heart instead.
It was one hell of a thing. Even now, aware I needed to get up and make a call, everything seemed possible, or at least lessimpossible.
The solutions or the answers remained out of my grasp, though. There’d been no epiphany in my sleep or when I’d blown my load as I’d sucked Nate dry. It didn’t matter, though, not this morning.
Resolve beat in my heart, sure that whatever happened, we’d figure this out and be together. How could we not when the best guy I knew loved me! More than that, he’d forgiven me, and we’d moved on together, just like he’d helped me realize so much about myself and who I wanted to be.
Nate stirred at my side. Easing up to my elbow, I peered down at him, a goofy smile on my face. Movement behind his closed lids gave me the warning I needed before he opened them.
“Motherfucker. What the fuck!” He jolted, springing up just enough for his forehead to connect with my nose. Pain sliced through me, and I covered my nose, seeing stars.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my pained groan following.
“Hell, Ryan. You scared the shit out of me.”
Through watery eyes, I looked at him. He rubbed his head, breathing heavily, while his other hand rubbed at his chest. I chuckled and winced at the fresh throb of pain. “That’s not how it happens in the movies.”
Nate squinted at me. “In horror movies that’s exactly what should happen. Fuck, I’m sure I’ve shit myself.”
My chuckle turned into full-blown laughter. “Better shitting yourself than having a busted nose.” It seriously throbbed.
Nate sat back up, this time making sure he wouldn’t hurt me. “It’s broken? Let me see?” Concern danced in his eyes, his amusement flagging.
Removing my hand, I attempted to wriggle my nose. I stopped abruptly at the fresh pulse of pain.
“It’s not crooked. I’d still do you.” Bright-eyed and looking far too entertained, Nate bounced his brows up and down.
“Well, that must mean it’s not broken, then, if that’s your official diagnosis.” I smirked, knowing he wouldn’t be teasing if he thought I’d done some serious damage.
“Yep. You’re gonna need some ice, though, and there may be some bruising.”
“Is your forehead okay?” I eyed the red mark speculatively.
“Yeah, sore, but you know how hardheaded I can be.”
I snorted. “Ain’t that the truth. I’ll go and get an ice pack and get some coffee on the go.”
The light in Nate’s eyes shifted a little. “What time’s your call?”
A quick look at the time, and I answered, “Forty-five minutes.”
He nodded, brows dipping. “Okay, I’ll get up now too. Remember I have to go into the store today.”
My pout earned me an eye roll.
