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Nathan clears his throat, but I can still hear the change in his voice. “Thank you.” He browses through a few pictures, stopping here and there to lean in closer and inspect one.
“She looks so much like you,” he says, smiling at a picture of baby Rory in a high chair, covered in spaghetti sauce.
“Really? I’ve always seen you more.” I sit back down, closer to him this time so I can see the pictures with him.
He shoots me a look I can’t quite read. “Was it hard? Seeing me in her?” There’s no malice behind the question, just genuine curiosity. “I don’t know what I’d have done if I had to see you every day while you were off living this life of debauchery in a big city, completely clueless.”
“Debauchery?” I tease. “Maybe I don’t want to know.” I sober. “It’s my own fault, so I couldn’t really be mad at you.”
He turns his focus back to the pictures, stopping this time at Rory’s first day of school. “I wish I’d been there,” he whispers as he traces a finger over her gap-toothed smile.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry feels pretty inadequate.”
We finish with the book and he sets it on the coffee table, turning to face me. “I don’t want to see her half of the time. I’ve already missed seven years. I only have eleven years to make up for it. I don’t want to miss anything.”
“It’s not as if you’ll never see her again once she graduates.” Boy, that thought is enough to stop me in my tracks.
“No, you’re not hearing me. I want to make this work, between us.”
I shake my head, trying to fight off the need to run that comes up any time we broach this topic. It’s not that I don’t want him—quite the opposite, but the idea of combining our lives, of this somehow having some fairy tale ending scares the shit out of me. It always has. “I don’t—”
Before I can get that thought out, his lips are on mine. I try to resist it, but give up the fight after all of three seconds. We have the house to ourselves for the night, and there’s nothing I want more than a repeat of the other night.
I climb across the couch into his lap. He’s already hard. A thrill runs up my spine as I grind down abasing him. Just the thought of what’s to come, of him sliding inside me is enough to pull a moan from the back of my throat.
“Izzy,” he says breathlessly as he starts frantically working to rid me of my clothes. He gets my shirt off and starts working on my bra when I force him to stop so I can unbutton his shirt and rack my nails down the hard planes of his chest and abs, stopping at the button of his pants.
He continues to kiss me as I pop it open, and continues to kiss me as I step down to pull my shorts down my legs, taking my panties along with them. Nathan works his pants halfway down his legs, but that’s as far as he gets before I climb back on his lap and slide down along his hard length.
We finally break the kiss to cry out in unison at the familiar, yet thrilling feeling of being joined. He stretches me almost to the point of pain and I can’t get enough. I start rolling my hips, already feeling my muscles clenching around him. He digs his fingers into my hips, guiding my movements while I pull the cups of my bra down letting my breasts spill out. He latches onto one nipple immediately and I throw my head back, my hips jerking in pleasure.
Electricity is building so fast in my veins that my movements grow erratic. Nathan, who always seems to know exactly what I need, pulls off my nipple with a pop and focuses on guiding me faster. He grips my hips and bounces me on his cock while he thrusts up into me.
“Oh, god, yes. Right there.” With each thrust, he hits a spot that I didn’t even know existed. The tingling starts in my toes and climbs up my legs, building in that spot he keeps hitting until I completely lose control of my movements.
Nathan’s in charge. All I can do is grip onto his shoulders and enjoy the ride. “That’s it, baby,” he says. “Let go. I’m right here.”
“Nathan!” I babble his name incoherently as he continues to pound up into me, his tempo relentless. “Yes, yes, don’t stop.” It comes out more a sob than words.
One of his hands moves and his fingers swirl around my clit. That’s the last push I needed. Pleasure explodes through me. My thighs tremble beside his as my inner walls clamp down on him.
He slams into me one last time, then his cock pulses inside me. His lips are parted and his dark eyes are fixed on me, and there’s so much there inside them that I almost can’t look. I sag against him as he releases his bruising grip on my hips.
We sit there, catching our breath together, then suddenly Nathan shifts. Before I know what’s happening, he slings me over his shoulder. I squeal in surprise as he stands, stepping out of his jeans before carrying me toward my bedroom.
Sunlight comes through the blinds, its warmth on my face matching the wall of warmth behind me. I burrow further into the covers, pressing back against the solid wall of warm skin behind me.
I’ve had a lot of dreams like this, where I wake up to Nathan holding me. His leg is between mine, spreading me open slightly. Noticing this, a different kind of warmth starts to pool between my legs.
I’m not even in control of my own body. My hips instinctively roll against the warm leg, and a whimper escapes me. Yes, I’m very familiar with this dream.
But then an arm drapes over my hips, the hand moving to the juncture of my thighs, a finger running along my slightly spread opening. My eyes fly open. I crane my neck only to be met with the sight of Nathan sleeping soundly, his nose buried in my hair.
It hits me that this is the first time we’ve shared a bed to sleep. I laugh at that. We have a child and yet we’ve never slept in each other’s arms. It’s ridiculous, really.
Nathan looks so peaceful that I hate to wake him. I allow myself a moment to appreciate the view, to memorize it and tuck it away, in case it doesn’t happen again.I cautiously reach for my phone which is somehow on the nightstand. How it got there is a complete mystery. My eyes nearly bug out of my skull. It’s eleven, and I have three missed calls from Evan and a text from Jules.
“Nathan,” I whisper. “Wake up, Baby.” The word slips out without thought. He groans but shows no signs of waking. I slip out of his arms and he just burrows further into the blankets, and proceeds to sleep soundly as I throw on a robe and creep into the living room to call Evan.
