Page 36 of A Lot Like Forever
Chapter 8
Faith’s body was humming, Nate’s touch driving her so close to the edge, and he wasn’t even naked yet. The roughness of his jeans against her thighs was the only distraction from what he was doing to her, and even that felt great.
He had her naked from the waist down now, trailing kisses down her thighs, his fingers stroking so close to her . . .oh my god.His hand brushed against her most intimate parts, made her gasp, but he was only teasing her, his hands focused on ridding her of her top. He grabbed the hem and pushed it up, forcing the fabric up. She arched her back so he could get it off, raising her arms so he could lift it above her head.
And then she was naked.
“Your pants,” she croaked, barely able to summon her voice as Nate stroked one finger from her collarbone to the top of her breasts, dipping between them and then circling around one.
“Your breasts,” he whispered straight back.
Nate’s circles across her skin became smaller, until he was almost touching her nipple. But his mouth got there before his finger, sucking so gently, licking her so softly, that she couldn’t help but moan.
“Stop!” she moaned, not wanting to let him get away with being the boss. “Your jeans.”
He laughed and sucked harder until she was forced to wriggle away from him.
“Nate!”
He gave her a devilish look and pushed back, shrugging as he unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. He was already barefoot, and suddenly he was standing in front of her with only his boxers on, his physical intentions more than clear.
“Tell me you’re not having second thoughts.” His voice was a sexy rumble.
She swallowed, eyes tracing over every inch of him. “No second thoughts.”
He dropped over her again, his big body swallowing hers up. “Good.”
“You’re not the wolf in sheep’s clothing anymore,” she muttered. “Just the wolf.”
Nate winked and covered her mouth with his, his hands back to exploring her body. She kept up with his touches, didn’t miss a beat, delighted in the feeling of everything he was doing to her. After so long wanting him, imagining what it would be like to be in his bed, it was every bit as good as she’d expected.
“Let me . . . ,” she started, wriggling down, mouth to his skin as she tried to get lower.
“No,” he said, dragging her back up and kissing her again.
“How can you teach me if you won’t let me learn?” she asked, her confidence surprising her. She’d never been so brazen before, not when she was being intimate with someone, but something about Nate was spurring her on. Maybe it was just his practiced touch, the laid-back yet attentive way he was pushing all her right buttons without even going further than second base.
“I’ll teach you another night.” He spoke against her skin, taking her hands and putting them above her head, fingers firm around her wrists. “Tonight is all about you.”
She wanted to protest, to tell him that this wasn’t part of the deal, but she couldn’t. The idea of Nate pleasuring her, lying back and letting him do anything and everything with her? That wasn’t something she had the strength to say no to. She tried to retrieve one hand, wanted to run her fingers through his thick black hair, to grip it hard, but he wasn’t relenting. She was powerless to move.
Nate’s breath was hot against her skin, his kisses even hotter, searing as he made a trail across her skin.
“Whoever told you that you didn’t know what you were doing?” he said, voice low as he looked up, eyes on hers. “Probably didn’t have a damn idea how to pleasure a woman anyway.”
She gasped when he lowered his head, wasting no time, his free hand gently pushing her thigh down so he had better access to her most intimate parts. His tongue barely touched her, but it was enough to make her moan.
“And you do?” she ground out.
“Yes.” The word was barely a whisper, but she heard it, and she didn’t doubt his confidence for a moment. “I enjoy giving as much as I like taking.”
Everything else drowned out when he started to pleasure her, his mouth doing the most wicked of things to her, leaving it impossible to think of anything except the building heat inside of her.
“Nate!” she moaned, threading her fingers hard through his hair and holding on tight.
If it hurt him, he never said, just continued to work his magic, not letting up, her climax building hard. She wrapped her legs tight around his head as he pushed her to the edge, spasms of pleasure taking over every bit of her body.
When she released him, finally let her fingers ease off his hair and unclamped her thighs, he kissed her intimately before trailing fingers across her skin, up and down her legs. His mouth soon followed, warm kisses against her burning stomach, every part of her still feeling like it was on fire.
