“No, I couldn’t sleep. Too excited to see you apparently.” She smiled serenely up at him, still shocked she was saying such a thing. Nothing in her life had changed this quickly. She never committed to things as fast as she committed to this relationship. A relationship she hadn’t even wanted to explore.
Nathan dropped to his knees beside the bed and leaned in to kiss her. When she tried to coax him into bed, he retreated, shaking his head.
“I smell like plane air and bro energy. I’m going to have a quick shower so I can smell like you again.”
“Want company?” she asked, beginning to stand up only to have him stop her gently.
“Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely want company. But I’m gassed and I desperately want to make this fast.” He brushed escaped locks of hair back from her face. “If you’re in there with me after not having you in days…” He groaned, his eyes rolling back. “We’ll never get into bed. May fall asleep in there fucking you.”
Octavia laughed as he dropped a peck to her nose and backed away, turning at the last minute to disappear into her en-suite.
She sat up, leaning against her headboard and reached for her phone.
Flora
I was able to switch my shift.
Excellent! Are you also able to pick Mom up?
Octavia opened her notes app and read through menu ideas for the dinner she and Nathan were hosting at his place in a couple of weeks. After discussing it further, they realized that next week was going to be way too quick to expect everyone to be available.
Nathan had sent a list of no-gos for members of his family and she’d narrowed it down to a roast chicken or a beef Wellington with all the trimmings. She’d never made beef Wellington, but it was turning into the year of trying things she’d never done before so why the hell not.
“What are you focused so intensely on?” Octavia dropped her phone, looking up to see Nathan standing in the doorway, a towel slung low on his hips, hair damp, beads of water still dotting his skin.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. Did you know that? Like, are you aware of this fact?”
A blush spread all the way to Nathan’s chest as he stood there clearly trying not to smirk too hard.
He pushed off the frame, clearing his throat as he walked to her. “I wasn’t aware, tell me,” he said, reaching the bed in two strides and crawling onto the mattress until he was balanced over her body. “What should I know?”
Octavia remained still as Nathan kissed her neck, sucked on her collarbone, trailed his hand down her body, and hummed his approval when she let her legs fall open.
“Your eyes are perfectly symmetrical.”
“Go on,” he whispered, moving lower.
“I don’t know.” She panted when he slipped his hand into her pyjama bottoms. “Your whole…everything…” She moaned when he pressed two fingers into her and she slipped further down the bed.
“Everything, eh?” He nipped the swell of her breast before sucking her nipple through the fabric of the thin nightshirt. “Do you know how hot you are?” he asked, moving to her other breast and repeating his movements.
“No, tell me,” she challenged, curling her fingers into his hair and holding him in place, rocking her hips against his hand.
He chuckled against her skin, remaining right where she was holding him until she eased up.
“Your brain.” His eyes rolled back and he moaned. “Fuck, Octavia, do you know how sexy your brain is?”
“Is that what drew you to me at the bar?” she asked, trailing her thumb across his bottom lip, slipping it into his mouth when his lips parted.
He hummed around her until she pulled it free.
“Your hair,” he said, eyes flicking to where her hair was piled atop her head. “Then your fucking legs. Fuck, your legs. All I wanted was to have them wrapped around me.”
“Around your neck?” she teased.
“Neck, hips, shoulders, chest. I didn’t care. Then you opened your mouth and that sass.” He groaned against her lips, kissing her and pulling his hand from between her legs before shifting down the bed.
She watched, holding her breath as he curled his fingers into the top of her shorts and dragged them slowly down her legs.