‘Almost.’
I shrugged, acquiescing to the truth. ‘Fine. But we’re trying to cram years of experience into a few weeks here.’
Nate grinned and suddenly grabbed my ankles, pulling me down the couch before crawling over me. ‘I know, it’s so exhausting,’ he teased. ‘I’m utterly sick of it.’
He was so sick of it he yanked my nightie off and sat back to pull his shirt off and unbuckle his jeans. My thighs were already quivering with excitement as he pulled my panties off and threw them over his shoulder.
The apartment was soon filled with my pleading whimpers as he buried his head between my legs and brought me to climax with his tongue. I was barely coherent when he suddenly gripped the backs of my calves to lift my legs over his shoulders.
This was new.
His lips grazed mine. ‘You’ll feel me so deep this way, baby. Hold on.’
‘Nate!’ I cried out, feeling every inch of him as he pumped in and out of me.
He was right. His cock thrust in at the most beautiful angle and the pressure inside me was building, building, building –
‘Ahh!’ I yelled, clamping a hand around my thigh and gritting my teeth in pain.
‘What? What?!’ Nate stopped, panic in his voice. ‘Liv?’
‘I’ve got a leg cramp,’ I whimpered.
Nate immediately pulled out of me, his panting sounding really loud in the small room. ‘Which one?’
‘My left,’ I managed to answer through the ugly discomfort.
Nate coasted his hand up my leg and found the cramping muscle in the back of my thigh. My fingers bit into the couch as he began to massage it for me.
After a while the cramp began to ease, and as Nate felt the tension start to drain out of me the couch started to shake a little with his laughter.
Mortification instantly hit me.
I got a leg cramp during hot sex.
That was not cool. That was not sexy.
Blushing furiously, I slapped my hands over my face. ‘Oh, God.’
Nate laughed harder.
I was so embarrassed that I was on the verge of tears. I sat up, ducked my head, and pushed him off me.
‘Liv.’ No longer laughing, Nate grabbed for me, but I pushed harder, trying to crawl past him. ‘Olivia.’
‘Get. Off.’ I shoved an elbow in his stomach, but that just made him fight harder. And he was stronger than me. In a tangle of shoving limbs I ended up flat on my stomach, the left side of my face pressed into the couch and my hands held captive above my head.
Nate kissed my cheek. ‘Will you calm down, please?’
‘I’m humiliated,’ I whispered, closing my eyes.
I felt Nate’s chest on my back as he rested his chin on my shoulder, his lips close to mine. ‘Why would you be humiliated? Fuck, Liv, it’s just me.’
I shrugged, not very successfully, against his weight. ‘I took leg cramp. Interrupting sexy time.’
‘Babe’ – humor entered his voice – ‘please don’t make me laugh, because I’m sensing laughter is not good right now.’
I glared at his mouth. ‘You’d be right.’
‘It was funny, though.’ He kissed my cheek again. ‘And not funny in the way that you should be humiliated. Just funny. The Liv I know can laugh at herself.’
I pushed my face into the cushion as if it would somehow hide me. ‘I guess I’m just still not confident about this stuff.’
‘What? You think a bit of leg cramp will turn me off you?’
I half shrugged again.
Nate’s weight lifted from my back, but as he sat up his hands gripped my hips. He jerked my body up so I had to bend my knees to steady myself. I rested on my elbows, the breath whooshing out of me as I stared at him over my shoulder. ‘What are you doing?’
He caressed my ample bottom, his eyes filled with a dark intensity as his knees nudged my knees apart. Without a word he slid inside me.
I gasped, watching as he closed his eyes as if savoring the feel of me. He pulled back and this time he slammed into me. I bit out a cry, watching as his eyes opened, his grip practically bruising on my hips. Through clenched teeth, he asked, ‘Does this feel like I don’t want you?’
I reared against him, silently begging for more. ‘No.’ I shook my head, and then arched back as he thrust into me. Just like that, Nate began to screw the mortification right out of me.
My head fell forward, my hair spilling across the couch, my cries mingling with Nate’s grunts as he rocked into me with increasing desperation. When his movements suddenly slowed, thus delaying my encroaching orgasm, I glanced over my shoulder at him through the strands of my wild hair. ‘Why?’ I moaned.
‘I want to feel you,’ he responded, his voice rough as his hand slid up the damp skin of my stomach. The pressure of his hold forced me back against his chest, changing the angle of him inside me.