Page 35 of If You Say So

Eight

Nate

I don’t knowwhat made me reach out to him. It was probably the way his voice broke on his whispered words, or maybe it was the pain I saw swimming in his bright green gaze.

His stubble scrapes under my fingertips and I’m surprised when he leans into the touch, dazed when he lets out a quiet moan.

Either out of habit or pure desire, I press my lips to his. At first, neither of us move, afraid.

And then it’s like we can’t get enough of one another.

I’ve missed this, missed the way his lips move beneath mine, the way his hair feels sliding through my fingers, the tough bite of his nails against my waist as he drags me closer, the way he feels wrapped in my arms.

I missed every single fucking second of it.

We stumble around until he’s pinned between me and the wall. A low grunt escapes his lips as I line my body up with his, the want I have for him clear as day. I push my hips into him and he tosses his head back, breaking our kiss.

“Oh hell,” he murmurs.

I drag my lips down his chin and over his throat, nipping at the sensitive skin as his hands roam over my back. He pulls at the hem of my shirt and I take the hint, yanking my mouth from his only long enough to slide it over my head and toss it aside.

Then my mouth is back to his throat. I suck and nibble and drag my tongue over every part I know is susceptible to my kisses—the base, his collarbone, and just under his ear on the right side. He lets out the softest of moans at each point of contact, all the while rutting into me like a horny teenager all over again.

His hands find my hair and he grips at the ends, pulling my head away and then slamming his lips onto mine just as he spins us around. This time I’m the one pinned, and I like it.

Blake peppers kisses along my jawline, over the column of my neck, down until he’s kissing a trail across both of my pecs. He darts his tongue out, circling my nipple, and the moment he makes contact, I inhale a sharp breath.

His kisses continue down the hard planes of my stomach, his tongue licking at my abs. I wrap my hands into his hair as he falls to his knees, his fingers moving to the button on my jeans.

I’m struck with a vision of the past. This was always one of his favorite places to be, between my legs with my desire for him staring him the eyes. I was his to do with as he pleased, and he knew it.

He adeptly unsnaps my jeans and begins peeling the material down my thighs, sliding them over my ass but not all the way down…just enough for access.

I stand there at his mercy, shirtless with my pants halfway down my thighs and a hard-on that’s going to hurt in the morning if something doesn’t happen soon.

My cock strains against my boxer briefs, the anticipation nearly killing me. I can already feel the wet spot of pre-cum soaking my underwear.

Fuck.

He drags his hands around my backside, squeezing my ass cheeks in his palms and pulling me closer as he leaves open-mouth kisses over the V I’ve worked so hard to maintain. He curls his fingertips into the band of my briefs, mouth only inches from my straining dick. I can feel the heat from his breath fanning over my length. My body reacts naturally, my cock jumping at the warmth, begging it closer, and that’s when everything becomes so real.

My dick brushes against his lips.

He stops.

I stop.

Timefucking stops.

With a low groan, he drops his head to my thigh, dragging in sharp breaths as he tries to get himself under control. His hands leave my body and I watch as they curl into frustrated fists. He presses his head into my thigh out of frustration, and I realize I’m still holding on to his head.

Tentatively, I stroke my fingertips through his midnight strands, waiting for him to say something, todosomething.

He doesn’t, and neither do I. We stand like this for several moments, and I’m so worked up and confused that I don’t think I breathe the entire time.

A gentle kiss is pressed to my thigh then he’s pulling away entirely and climbing to his feet, scurrying from the room before I can stop him.

The door slams shut with a deafening click, and I’m left standing there shirtless and horny and trying to figure out exactly what just happened and why it hurts so fucking much.

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