“I won’t give up on us,” he whispers in my ear and I feel tears prick my eyes again. Where did I find this beautiful man? And how did I resist him for so long?
When the song is finished, Sade begins to croon about this not being an ordinary love, and Nate pulls back, his eyes alive with love, and he gently brushes my hair off my face. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Nate.”
***
The water is warm and smells like lavender. Nate is sitting against the end of the tub with me between his legs, resting on his chest.
The sky outside is dancing in light and changing black clouds, reflecting on the choppy water below. I love that the tub sits in a glass alcove so we can watch the show.
“Where did you learn to dance like that?” I ask. Nate squirts my shower gel in his hands and rubs them together until he’s happy with the lather.
“Sit forward a bit.” I lean forward and he starts to rub my back and shoulders, massaging my muscles, and I melt into him.
“Holy Moses, ace, you’re good with your hands.”
He chuckles behind me and continues the delicious massage.
“I’ve never had a dancing lesson. I guess martial arts taught me rhythm.” His hands slip below the water line and he rubs my lower back in slow, relaxing circles.
“Mmm… I love the way you move,” I murmur.
“You do?” I hear the smile in his voice.
“Mmm hmm… I could watch you move all day.” He kisses my neck and pulls me back against him again, his hands circling up to my breasts.
“I love your breasts,” he whispers.
“I thought about enhancing them when I was young and posing for the magazine, but now I’m glad I didn’t.”
“You don’t need to enhance them, baby. They’re perfect as they are.” He brushes his thumbs across my nipples, making them pucker, and I brace my hands on his thighs and arch my back, pushing my breasts in his hands.
His left hand slips down my torso, between my legs, and he sweeps his finger lightly over my clit.
“God, babe.”
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispers against my ear and tugs the lobe between his teeth. I can feel his erection against my back, his hands are wreaking havoc on my sensitive skin, and the water is warm and fragrant. Trees sway in the wind outside, and rain is beating on the windows now, reflecting the lightning that’s shooting across the stormy sky.
I turn in Nate’s arms and straddle his hips. I kiss him, gently at first, my hands in his hair, and then deepen the sweet kiss, tangling our tongues. His hands lift my ass and he pulls back, his eyes on mine, his mouth open as he pants.
“I need to be inside you, baby.”
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, pull up and down once, then guide the tip to my folds and lower myself onto him.
“Fuck, you’re so small,” he growls.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” I respond and smile, my forehead resting on his. He grins wolfishly and begins raising and lowering me over him steadily, ignoring the water splashing over the side, and we are in a whirlpool of lust. I can’t get enough of him. I’m squeezing around his length, his piercing is brushing along that most sensitive spot, and I feel the familiar tightening of my muscles around him.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper.
He grips my hips and pulls me against him, grinding into me, his feral gray eyes on mine, and growls, “Let go.”
And I do.
Chapter Twenty Four
I wake early, before Nate for a change. We are naked, tangled in soft white sheets. Nate is on his back, one hand thrown over his head, covered from the waist down, and I brace my head on my elbow, admiring the view of his amazing tattoos, long hair, and dark chin stubble. His arms, chest and stomach are deliciously toned, even in sleep.
Fuck, he’s a feast for the eyes.
I sit up and stretch, glancing outside. The storm has passed, leaving the beach just a little messy with debris. I get up to answer nature’s call, throw on some capris jeans and a sweatshirt, pull my hair up in a knot, grab my flip flops and head down to the water.
I should let Nate know that I’m going out, but he’s so sleepy, I decide to leave him be and make him breakfast when I get back.
When I get to the gazebo, I’m amazed to find that the caterer did indeed come back and clean up. The space has been returned to its original state. Amazing, I didn’t even hear them.
I reach the bottom of the stairs and kick off my flip flops, wiggling my toes in the sand, and take a deep, deep breath. The air is salty and just a bit musty from the storm. Seagulls are flying around, scouring the sand for food, and the water is crashing on the shore in white clouds, then pushing out onto the sand in sheets of wet glass.
I can’t wait to put my feet in it.
I walk down to the edge of the water and stand still, waiting for the water to rush forward and engulf my feet and ankles. Oh my, it’s so cold! I giggle and do a little dance in the water, splashing about, getting used to the cold, looking down at my toes.
I need a pedicure. Maybe I’ll call Nat and see if she wants to go with me after work this week.
Work. I’m not ready to go back.
“There you are.”
I hear Nate call from behind me and I turn to smile at him. He’s pulled on his jeans and a sweatshirt, but he’s not smiling. He looks pissed.
Great.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and walk toward him.
“You were gone when I woke up again.”
“Uh, you were asleep, Nate. I just came down to the beach for a bit. Where else would I go?”
“I hate waking up and finding you gone. Bad memories.” He hugs me to him and kisses my hair. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ll wake you next time and tell you I’m up.” I pull out of his arms, but link my fingers in his. “Take your shoes off. I’m not done wading in the water.”
“It’s cold.” He frowns down at me. “I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Oh stop, I won’t get sick. C’mon, it’s fun.”
Nate removes his shoes, rolls his pants to his knees and we walk through the water down the shoreline.