Page 55 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

Gaining her tiptoes, she moved to his shoulder, nipping at his collarbone, then sent the tip of her tongue on a journey along his neck. “Am I—does this feel all right?”

He heard the hints of uncertainty in her voice as their gazes met again. “I’m trying my damnedest not to toss you onto the bed and finish you off right now.”

She smiled.

He smiled back. “Everything you’re doing feels great.”

“Good.” She swallowed. “What else do you like?”

He stared at her, certain she was trying to kill him. “Let me show you.” He went after the snap on her jeans, then her zipper. After tugging down on her belt loops, he slid his fingers along the edge of her panties, then inside, stopping just short of touching her.

“Nate,” she whispered, moving her hips, urging him to fulfill her.

He walked her back to the bed and sat her on the edge of the mattress, his cravings for more making him impatient. Kneeling down, he took off her sneakers and socks, then stood on his knees and pulled off her jeans. He hooked his arm around the back of her waist and laid her in the center of the bed as he settled himself on top of her. Kissing her, he ran his palm up her strong leg and made quick work of ridding her of her white panties. Easing away, he looked his fill at her slim runner’s body. “You’re spectacular.”

“Thank you,” she said, even as she lifted her arm to cover her breasts.

He snagged her by the wrist and settled her hands on the sheets before he gave his attention to her neck and breasts, then kissed his way down her stomach, sending her muscles into a frenzy of spasms. He nipped and nibbled from her belly button to her hips as he finally touched her where he wanted, sliding his fingers along her hot, slick skin. “You’re so wet,” he groaned.

She whimpered, kneading at his shoulder muscles.

Clenching his jaw, he positioned himself between her thighs, teased her with his breath, and groaned again as he glided his tongue over her.

“Nate,” she moaned as she rocked her hips to the rhythm he set.

He suckled and she shuddered, her wild hands finding their way into his hair. He debated whether to take her over the edge right then and there, but slowed his pace, dragging out her pleasure with flicks and barely there strokes of his tongue before he added his fingers again, tracing gentle circles, then dipping them inside.

Callie gasped, her body going rigid, just about there.

He lapped and went back to suckling in his coaxing rhythm as he pushed his fingers deeper, sweeping back and forth.

She froze, her loud cry filling the room as she pulsed and throbbed against him. “Nate.”

He sat up, gaining his knees, unable to take it anymore as he took off his pants and sent his boxers to the floor. “I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you.” He reached over to his bedside drawer and struggled to get a condom out of the box, then tear the package open.

“I want to do it.”

He paused.

“I want to put it on you.”

“Be my guest.”

She took the silver package and set it down, touching him instead.

He blew out a long breath and closed his eyes as her hesitant fingers drove him mad. Finally, he opened his eyes and took her hand, wrapping it around him. “God, touch me like this.”

She swallowed as she held his gaze and moved her hand up and down.

He groaned. “Yes. Just like that.”

She smiled at him as she pulled the condom from the foil and rolled it over him slowly—torturously so.

He steamed out several more breaths, ready to explode. “Now. Right now, I need you.”

She opened herself to him, welcoming him.

His chest heaved as he nestled himself between her legs. “I want you.” He brushed the hair back from her damp forehead. “I want you so bad,” he said before he kissed her and eased his way inside, moaning over how tight she was.