I'm still trembling from my own release as he drives into me harder, faster, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.
"You're mine," he pants, eyes wild with desire. "Say it."
"I'm yours," I gasp, the words sending him even deeper.
"Nobody makes you feel like this," he demands, his voice rough and possessive. "Nobody fucks you like I do."
"Nobody," I agree.
His movements become erratic, desperate. "I'm gonna come so hard for you, baby."
His whole body tenses, and he throws his head back with a shout that echoes through the room. "FUCK! Oh my GOD!"
He collapses on top of me, trembling with aftershocks. I wrap my arms around him, holding him through it.
I laugh softly, running my fingers through his damp hair. "I'm pretty sure the entire floor heard you."
"Don't care," he mumbles against my neck. "That was so worth it.”
We hold eat other, waiting for our pulses to slow. Outside, the snow continues to fall.
"Still want to see the Empire State Building?" he asks, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I laugh. "Maybe after breakfast."
We shower together, which leads to another delay in our sightseeing plans. By the time we emerge, wrapped in fluffy hotel robes, it's nearly two in the afternoon.
"Room service?" Nate suggests, scrolling through the menu on the TV.
"Perfect."
We order a feast—eggs benedict, pancakes, fruit, coffee, mimosas—then curl up by the window to watch the snow while we wait.
The city below is transformed, softened by white. Cars crawl along the streets and people hurry along the sidewalks, scarves wrapped around their faces.
"It's beautiful," I say, leaning back against Nate's chest. His arms encircle me from behind, chin resting on my shoulder.
"Not as beautiful as you."
I elbow him gently. "That was cheesy."
"Maybe. But absolutely true." He kisses my neck.
Our food arrives, interrupting what surely would have led us back to bed. We eat cross-legged on the king-sized mattress, sharing bites and stealing kisses between sips of coffee.
"We really should go out," I say, licking maple syrup from my fingers. "Just for a little while. So we can say we actually got out of our hotel room."
Nate watches my mouth, his eyes darkening. "Absolutely. Right after this."
He takes my sticky fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. The sensation shoots straight through me. Fuck, this man has a gift...
"That's not fair," I whisper.
"All's fair in love and war, baby." He grins.
Love. The word hangs between us, unspoken but present. I've been carrying it inside me for days now, waiting for the right moment. Is this it? Here in this hotel room, with room service trays scattered around us and the snow falling outside?
Before I can decide, Nate's phone rings. He glances at it, frowning slightly.
