Page 49 of A Lot Like Forever
Chapter 11
“Honey, I’m home!” Nate called out, cracking himself up. He was so far from the kind of guy who’d ever imagined saying that when he got home from work at the end of the day that it never failed to make him laugh that he said it every day now. “Faith?” he called out when she didn’t reply.
“In the bedroom!” she called out.
Nate took the stairs two at a time, following her voice. “What’re you doing up here?” He half-expected her to be lying on the bed waiting for him to join her, which made him hard just thinking about it. “I hope you haven’t been waiting for me too long. I had a late meeting and--”
He stopped in the open doorway to find his bed littered with clothes and Faith standing in her underwear. She threw her hands in the air when she saw him. “He called me. The guy you reached out to told a colleague of his, and they want me to come in tomorrow.”
Nate smiled and held out his arms, frowning when she completely ignored him. She had her hands on her hips staring at the strewn clothes, her breasts way too good to ignore all pushed up in a black lace bra. And the panties that matched made him want to throw her back on the bed just so he could slowly strip them off her, sliding them down her tanned, toned legs.
He decided not to wait for her and crossed the distance between them, reaching out to touch the smooth, delicate skin of her torso, fingertips light on her stomach. “How about we discuss this further. In bed.”
She sighed. “Nate, this is serious.”
“So am I, baby,” he whispered in her ear, pushing his pelvis into her backside and wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Deadly.”
“Nate! Your belt buckle,” she complained, wriggling away from him.
He only let her go enough to unbuckle his belt, using one hand to tug it from the loops and drop it to the floor. “You’re so sexy when you get all flustered.”
She groaned and fought to get out of his arms, squirming around so that she ended up facing him, palms to his chest. Her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail and it took every inch of his willpower not to reach up and yank the tie out so her hair was tumbling down his shoulders just how he liked it.
“Nate, I have to figure out what to wear. This could be my one and only chance to impress them.”
“They’ll be impressed,” he said, not ready to give up just yet. He kissed her, slowly, gently, just how she usually liked it. “How could anyone not be impressed with you?” he asked when he finally pulled his lips away.
“Can you just sit down over there and take a look at what I’m thinking of wearing?” she pleaded, stepping back and reaching for his hands to tug him over to the chair.
“I was thinking we should celebrate,” he suggested, winking at her, then laughing when he got absolutely no reaction. It was a first; she was usually just as up for it as he was, which was saying something.
“Just sit and watch,” she said, pushing him back so he fell down into the chair.
It made him laugh and he decided to just do as he was told. “Fine. Show me all the outfits, do a twirl in each one, and I’ll tell you what to wear.”
Faith bent over the bed, her lace-clad butt enough to make him groan. Why did she do things like that to him?
“So this one is kind of my nerdy but sexy look. I just don’t want to look slutty and . . .”
All he heard was the word “slutty,” the rest of what she was saying drowning out as he watched her zip herself into the black pencil skirt and then slip the cute black top over her head. The neckline wasn’t particularly low, but her breasts were so high that he still got a pretty good view of her cleavage.
“So?” she demanded, slipping on a pair of plain black heels. “What do you think?”
“I think it’d look better off,” he admitted.
“Nate!”
“Sorry.” He held his hands up in the air. “I’m just finding it hard seeing you get dressed when I’m usually up here getting youundressed. It’s not the natural order of the world.”
Faith threw her hands up in the air. “I just don’t want to screw this opportunity up, Nate. It’s the first step on turning my dream into a reality.”
“Come here,” he said, opening his arms and not breaking eye contact with her. “Come here,” he repeated. “Promise I’ll be good.”
She finally did, dropping into his lap and slipping her arms around his neck. Her head fell against his chest as he leaned back, content in his arms. Nate dropped a kiss into her hair.
“You’ll look beautiful in whatever you wear, sweetheart. And they’ll love you. How could they not?”
“I don’t have the same confidence in myself that you do. I wasn’t the one born with . . .” Her voice trailed off.
