Page 86 of The Story of Us
How there was so much more to the man everyone thought they knew everything about.
Half walking, half dragging him down the hallway, Eloise wasn’t going to be deterred. If Echo looked up from her bed, she didn’t notice.
Because this was finally, finally, finally happening. Nate’s long fingers pressed into her hips, finding the bare skin underneath her grey jumper, above the black leggings she’d worn to the dance class.
She didn’t care if she wasn’t the best he ever had. If she moved the wrong way or was awkward. Both of those things were going to happen.
But they’d figure it out together. There wasn’t anything they couldn’t figure out together.
Eloise trusted Nate with everything. Her heart. Her body.
She pulled away from his lips long enough to yank her jumper and shirt over her head, dropping it in the hallway. Thank God she’d put on one of her nicer sports bras, not the old faded one that was her favourite.
“It’s like that, is it?” Nate’s low chuckle rumbled over her body, pulling her nipples tight, making her heart pound.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth back to hers. A door handle hit her back. Whatever was on the other side would have to do. She didn’t care if it was a bed, a bathroom vanity or a washing machine. Whatever the universe offered her was going to be perfect…but a bed would be nice.
Nate’s lips curved. “I like you bossy,” he whispered.
She liked it too. And that bulge in his pants? Eloise moaned, remembering the feel of him against her tongue, the sounds he’d made. Shimmying out of her leggings, Eloise thrilled at how his eyes darkened, desire layering itself into every part of him. Nate’s hands pulled her close before lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist. He ground his hips into hers, and Eloise breathed out unsteadily, tipping her head back until it hit the door. Nate shifted so his body pinned her in place, his hands finding their way to the back of her head, cradling her.
“You’re sure?” he ground out in between long, slow kisses that made her squirm against him, the hard ridge in his pants.
She’d never been more confident of herself. Of him. Of them. If Nate wanted her to take the lead this time, she wouldn’t hesitate.
“You like me bossy, huh?” Eloise twisted her fingers in the back of his hair, tugging him closer, arching her back so her breasts brushed against his chest.
Nate’s eyes were almost black. “I do.”
“Then take me in there and make me yours.”
* * *
There wereno words to describe the scene in front of Nate. Eloise was spread out on his bed. Hair a mess. Lips swollen. Breasts straining against the tiny sports bra she was wearing.
Nate pushed his boxers and tracksuit pants down to the floor in one move. His cock jutted out in front of him, long and proud. Gripping his shaft roughly, he worked his hand up and down his length. A drop seeped out the top when Eloise’s legs fell open. Her panties were noticeably damp, and Nate swallowed a growl, his hand moving faster.
Climbing onto the bed, he revelled in the way she raised her hips and hooked her fingers through the sides of the scrap of cotton covering her pussy.
“Let me,” he growled, his hands stilling hers. Because as soon as she removed that barrier, he was going to be on her, in her, everywhere. Giving her everything he had.
For as long as he could.
Nate sucked in a ragged breath and pressed his face against her panties. She was so warm and wet, the juncture of her thighs slick with need mixing with the scent of her arousal.
“Condoms are in the bedside drawer,” he murmured. The mattress dipped as Eloise arched towards him. The movement shifted her mound closer to Nate’s face.
How was a man supposed to resist that?
He tore her panties and licked at her dripping pussy. Eloise gasped, her legs falling even further open. Within seconds—at least that’s what it felt like—she was crying out his name in between great, ragged breaths.
“Condom,” he practically barked. Nate pressed his face into her thigh and closed his eyes, focused on breathing in and out before he lost his damn mind.
“I don’t want anything between us.”
Nate glanced up at her. Eloise’s hands were shaking, her tits rising and falling, her stomach shuddering with each breath. She looked a little wrecked, which was good because Nate had been wrecked for her for-fucking-ever.
“Yeah?”
