Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Fear lances through me, but it’s too late to ignore the truth I’ve known for days. If this all falls apart, there will be no easy end. I’m in love and I’ve already started to believe in the fantasy of Sedbergh and Nate and a life beyond the one I’ve always lived.
I taste my way down Nate’s toned stomach. I fill myself with his scent. He showered earlier so his soap lingers faintly on his warm skin.
I unbutton his jeans and push them down, and I look up to see Nate bewitched. His blue eyes are so soft and wanting. His lips are parted just enough for him to suck in a breath as I lean forward, holding eye contact as I taste him. I grip his length in my hand and stroke him as my mouth closes around the tip.
Nate is mine in this moment the only way any person can belong to anyone.
His fists hang limp by his sides like he’s scared to move, to break this spell between us. I’m not some fragile thing and I prove that to him, taking him farther into my mouth and sucking until my cheeks hollow out and a heavy groan spills out of him.
Now his hand goes to the back of my head. He applies just enough pressure to let me know he’s dying for more, but I don’t play by his rules. I’m the one on my knees and I refuse to rush this—torturously slow will have to do, and as his jaw tightens and his teeth clench, as his eyes spark with passion, I can’t help but pull back and smile.
“You’re wicked,” he tells me, reverently stroking my jaw. I lean over and snatch his thumb between my teeth, just the same way he did to me the other day. Only I bite until he hisses and leans down, hoisting me up off the floor and carrying me away from the door.
“It’s cold,” I protest as he heads for the stairs.
He doesn’t listen to my complaint. He has a goal to get me up to his room, and his long strides eat up the stairs and the hallway until we’re there. Instead of laying me down like a shining white knight, he tosses me and comes up and over me like an evil villain. He nips my jaw, my neck. He draws up my shirt and peels down my bra and bites me there, just on the tip of each of my breasts until I arch up off the bed.
Oh my god. I want him.
I weave my fingers through his hair and tug until he looks up at me, and then I kiss him frantically—teeth clashing, tongues melding, lips swollen and red. His hands are everywhere, covering my skin and sliding under my clothes. He takes control of me like I’m on strings.
He tugs my shirt off then unclasps my bra and drops it off the side of the bed, and my nakedness takes possession of him. I see the way his eyes hood as he looks down at me, his hands reach down to touch me. His eyes flit up to mine, and his expression sobers. His hands go still on my body, and I feel the way they shake as his nerves bleed out of him.
“I’m in love with you, Summer. Tell me you feel the same way. Say it and put me out of my misery.”
I can’t help but smile, drawing a lazy circle down his chest. “And if I loved you?”
Relief washes over him as he captures my hand and brings it up to his lips. “It’s almost too much to hope.”
I release an unsteady breath, trying so hard to contain everything he’s pouring into me, and then this need becomes insatiable. Our bodies take over as clothes slip away, my panties, his briefs—and finally it’s heated skin against heated skin. We’re so hot I’m surprised we don’t fog up the glass windows.
This is chemistry.
This is how it should feel.
We’re in such a rush. Everything has moved so fast up until this point, but now that I’m lying naked on Nate’s bed, he pulls away from me, leaving me without his weight to pin me in place. I worry, for a moment, that I’ll float away. As he slides away, my hands reach for him instinctively, but he takes them and drops them back by my sides. He holds them until he’s sure I understand what he wants. Any trace of boyishness has left his features. He looks so serious, so deeply reverent as he spreads his body out beside mine.
I hold my breath as his gaze dips. I bite my lip and fight against the urge to move and cover myself. It’s faintly mortifying to have him look over every inch of me. A part of me wants him to hurry up and take me, and yet I lie still as his fingers start to trail lightly up my leg, starting at my knee. I close my eyes and shiver, concentrating on his touch. My breath hitches as he reaches my inner thigh and I hope with everything inside me that he’ll go farther, but then he moves his hand away, starting over again near my ribs, skimming higher until he strokes the underside of my breasts. He lowers his mouth and presses small kisses against my quivering stomach.