“Nate?” I asked, pulling back just enough to see his face in the dim light.
“We can’t.” He lifted my hips again, agonizingly slow, and the strain of the action showed on every line of his face, as if he was fighting his own instincts.
I took his face in my hands. “Yes. We can.” Swinging my hips, I took him all the way and bit my lower lip at how phenomenal he felt inside me.
“I don’t have a condom.” He bit out every word. “I wasn’t exactly planning on this.”
“Oh.” My hips swiveled of their own accord, as if my body was more than willing to take what I tried to withhold. “That’s okay.”
His brows shot up, and his fingers bit into my hips.
“I’m on birth control.” I ghosted a kiss over his lips. “And I’ve never had unprotected sex, so we’re in the clear.” Not to mention I’d had the whole battery of tests after I’d found out about Jeremy’s extracurricular activities.
“Me either,” he admitted, his thighs tensing underneath me. “You sure?”
“Not sure I could stop even if I wanted to, which I don’t.” I lifted up on my knees and slid down again, biting back a moan.
“No wonder you feel even better than I remember, and believe me, I have an excellent memory of just how perfect it was between us.” His hand moved to my ass, and he kissed me deep as he drove up into me, setting a pace that I met with equal fervor.
The coil of tension deep within me built and built until I knew I’d break soon, and I pushed it back.
Last. This had to last.
Our bodies moved in complete unison, partners in a dance too long denied, and never forgotten. He kissed me like I was the very breath he needed to survive and took me like each thrust only left him hungrier for the next.
“There’s nothing like this in the entire world,” he said between kisses. “Nothing compares to the heat, the fit, the feel of you, Izzy.” Wrapping an arm around my back, he spun me to my back on the bed, then drove in, hard and deep. “I want you in every possible way.”
I moaned in frustration when he pulled out, but heat flushed every inch of my skin when he flipped me to my stomach and then pulled my hips so I was up on my knees. Hell yes. “Now.”
Every second I had to wait was torture.
He fit himself between my thighs and thrust forward, taking me so deep that lights flashed behind my eyes. “Nate!”
“Grab the headboard.” His breath was just as choppy as mine, his questing hands just as ravenous as the clawing need within me as he stroked every inch of my skin.
I gripped the wooden frame of the headboard, then pushed back against him with the next thrust. It was beyond anything I could describe. Every time he moved, I burned brighter, spun tighter.
“So damned good.” His hand stroked down my spine as he kept a rhythm that had me keening. “God, I’ve missed this. Missed you.”
There were no words, only jolts of pleasure that pushed me right to the edge of reason. My orgasm was so close I felt the first waves rise within me, threatening to break at any second. “Not yet,” I whimpered, my muscles tensing. “Nate, I don’t want it to end yet.”
“It’s not going to,” he promised, his fingers rolling my nipples. “Let go for me.”
I came apart, bliss flooding my body in wave after wave. I screamed into his pillow, my hands falling from the headboard as I went limp beneath him. Heaven. He was heaven, and I wanted more.
As soon as I could move, of course.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands sliding to my hips as he stroked into me slowly, coaxing that glowing ember of desire into another flame, this one hotter than the last. “You’re not close enough. I can never get close enough.”
He slipped his hands up over my breasts and lifted, pulling my back against his chest as he took me over and over and over.
I reached back, cupping the nape of his neck, and turned my head for his kiss. It was open mouthed, desperate, and messy as our sweat-slick bodies met again and again.
“You feel so right inside me.” My nails scraped the back of his neck.
“God, I love you.” He pushed deeper and I moaned. “I need to see you.”
He was only out of me for a matter of seconds before I found myself on my back, Nate hovering over me like the god of every fantasy I’d ever had. Bracing his weight on an elbow, he pushed back in, and I gasped at the fit, lifting my knees for an even better angle.
“There you are.” He cupped my face, staring into my eyes as he picked up the pace. “My Isabeau.”
I nodded, words escaping me as I arched for him, pressure building low within me again with every push and drag of his hips.
He was everything I’d ever wanted. “I love you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him.
The words seemed to snap whatever control he’d had, because his eyes darkened and the snaps of his hips came faster and his rhythm slipped into a frenzy. His muscles tensed beneath my fingers, and his hand fell from my face to reach between us.
He was close, the harsh lines of his face so very beautiful, that I couldn’t look away as he fought his climax.
“Your turn to let go,” I told him.
“You first.” His fingers stroked my clit and my body exploded, the second orgasm sweeping through me without warning, making me arch and writhe as he found his own release, shuddering above me as he thrust three more times, his eyes widening with that last one.
He fell against me, immediately rolling to his side and pulling me with him, holding me close and looking at me with what seemed like a mix of wonder and . . . resolve.
“Are you okay?” I asked, stroking my hand over his face as my breathing finally slowed.
“I’m supposed to be the one asking that.” He smiled.
Not a grin. Not a smirk. A real, heart-stopping smile.
“I couldn’t be better.” Leaning over, I kissed him softly, tears pricking my eyes. In a few hours I’d be on a plane back to the States. “I don’t know how to live without you, Nate. And I know that’s not what you want to hear right now. I tried. I really did. But existing isn’t the same as living.”
“I know.” He stopped my words with his mouth. “Fuck, do I know.”
I swallowed the knot in my throat. “What are we going to do?”
He tunneled his hand through my hair. “We’re going to get in the shower, and then I’m going to make you come a few more times, and then we’re going to face this day.”
No promises. No sweet vows. No plans past the sunset. After ten years, we’d walked right back into familiar territory.
He did exactly as he’d planned, making me come against his mouth in the shower, and then again with my back sliding across the water-slick tile as he buried himself inside me, taking me like he could hold us in this moment if he just fought hard enough for it.
But we’d barely wrapped towels around our bodies when someone pounded three times on the door.
“Stay in here,” Nate said, kissing my swollen lips quickly before walking out of the bathroom, then closing the door behind him.