Page 71 of Secrets in Love
“Fuck, Evie. You just kissed me.”
“I know. Sorry.” I was not the slightest bit sorry.
“I don’t want you to be sorry.” He turned to face me, his hand burrowing into his hair, his expression hot, dazed, and confused. “I want you to do it again.”
My knees buckled beneath me. It was all too much, too soon. My heart couldn’t take it.
Trying not to meet his eyes, I paced the length of my bed but couldn’t seem to stop my gaze from falling back to him, especially to those soft, pillowy lips.Fuck,I wanted to taste them again. To feel them pressed against my own.
A slow and sexy smile spread across his mouth as he stalked toward me. He knew what I was thinking. What I wanted.
“Let me be perfectly clear, Evie. Apologies will never be required after you kiss me, but I do need to know…why did you kiss me?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Don’t you? Well, what about the fucking, Evie? Why did you tell Finn we were fucking? I seem to have no memory of burying myself deep inside your sweet little pussy, and I’m pretty sure fucking you till you scream my name and can’t remember your own will be something Iwon’tforget.”
Yep, gonna faint. Maybe die.
Want pooled between my legs as he closed in. I could feel his heat, smell my tea on his breath.God, why is that so sexy?Embarrassed by the desire coursing through me, I turned away just as his feet brushed against mine. That same breath tickled against my neck as his fingers played with the hem of my tee. He tugged it lightly, and the crisp morning air kissing my skin was followed by fingers caressing my bare, untouched flesh. Of its own accord, my ass pressed back into him. He was so hard and nestled between my cheeks.
“Tell me why,” he whispered. “Is it because of you—”
“I don’t want to pretend anymore, Nate.”
A low, easy laugh rolled from his chest. “You never had to, Aoife.”
“Why do you keep calling me that? No one calls me that.”And why is it so fucking sexy when you do?
“Because it’s your name.” He swept the hair off my neck and pressed his lips to my skin. “And it’s beautiful.” He kissed higher. “Just like you.” He spun me to face him, cupped my face with his strong hands, tilted my head back, and crashed his mouth onto mine. My knees buckled. I gripped onto his shirt to stay upright as he softly licked along my bottom lip and moaned. “Aoife, God, yes.”
I’d come to accept that Nate really did care for me, and everything he did, the way he held me, the way his hands roamed my body in their desperation to touch and claim every part of me, the words he whispered against my lips as he kissed me deeper and deeper, was further confirmation of that fact.
Trusting his hold on me, I released his shirt, slid my hands up over his shoulders, around his neck, and pulled him down harder against me. I parted my lips and melted even further into him as our tongues swept over each other again and again. Nate turned our twisted bodies and used his weight to back then trap me against the door. He thrust. I gasped and felt his cock thicken. Growing bolder by the second, I ran my fingers through and tugged at his hair, took a little nip of his salty, slightly spiced chai-tea lips, and rolled my hips against his bulge. The hungry growl he released sent a blinding pulse through my body that settled between my legs. I was so wet so fast. It was so new, so sweet and dangerous. He deepened the kiss. I felt myself becoming lost in the wanting, the ache of anticipation. Nothing had ever felt like this, and I knew it was because no one else had ever loved me like this. His love was infused into his every touch and devilish tongue flick.
I broke away, gasping for air, and opened my eyes to find him filled with adoration, lust, and utter confusion, already looking into mine.
“Fuck, Evie, our second kiss is so much better than our first. Not having your brother standing right next to us, looking as though he may punch me in the head, really adds something.” I laughed, pulling him closer to my bed, but Nate’s face was stern and determined. “Every time I’ve felt you letting me in, you’ve pushed me away, but what you don’t understand is that it just makes me want you more. That it fuels the fire and makes me even harder. Not this time, though. The games are over, Evie. I want you. I want you right now.”
Fuck, he was right. He was so, so right.
“I want you too, Nate, and I know you’ll not be mine forever. I know you are going back home and that I amnotgoing with you, but for once, I want to have and hold and take something just for me, alright?”
“I’m yours, Eves. I always have been. Take whatever you want because it’s always been you.”
I jumped into his arms and climbed him like the sexiest fucking tree in the history of trees. Once settled, I wrapped my legs around his chest, feeling his hard dick right below my ass. “But you have to remember, this is just a New York thing to get whatever this is out of our systems, and then we can move on.”
“Gidget.”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay.” He pulled my legs free and threw me over his shoulder. “Put me down, you idiot!” It was the last thing I wanted, but I loved the fight, the struggle. Writhing and slapping his broad back in faux anger was just as hot as I imagined it would be. After three giant strides, I was tossed onto my bed and left to watch as he hungrily stalked me. Removing his shirt, he climbed onto the bed, settled between my legs, and trailed kisses up my inner thighs. “Let me show you how good we can be together, Gidge. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.” He reached for my pink-plaid-covered pussy and pressed a kiss to the soaked fabric. “So wet for me already. Fuck, you smell amazing.”
He continued to kiss, twisting his head side to side, and opening me as his hands slid down my shorts. “Oh God,” I moaned, biting my lip, and gripping the sheets, and he tugged the shorts over my hips, thighs, and ankles, then threw them to the floor.
“Evie Austen. Red lace? Were you wearing this for me last night when you came on your fingers?”
