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He nudged her thighs apart with his leg, and placed her hands against the metal wall. Then, he positioned his cock between her legs, poking at her entrance. She rocked her hips backward, welcoming his intrusion, and he began to plunge harder into her. That sensual, carnal rhythm intensified, and for a moment it was if he didn’t dictate the pace, but their bodies followed their urges and did their own thing.
He covered her hands with his, and entwined their fingers. The contact must have done it for her, for she bucked and spasmed. He tightened his grip on her hands, and retreated halfway to thrust into her one more time, deeper. When he released himself in her warm pussy, his head bobbed, his fingers loosening their hold on hers. One thought, though, came to light and cemented within him—he had to find a way to convince her to return to NY with him. Going back home without his Natalie made absolutely no sense, and he’d make her see that, come hell or high water.
* * *
Natalie strolledin the park alongside Vincent. They held hands, and a silly sensation traveled through her. Two weeks ago, her life had been so different. Now, she didn’t need anything else. A feeling of completion blossomed inside her.
“What you thinking?” he asked, when they neared a quiet place near a lake.
A few feet from them, a couple of children threw small pieces of bread to the ducks, giggling to each other. She basked in the lightness of the moment, appreciating her weekend with him away from Suarez and the worries it brought them.
“You like kids,” he said.
She blinked, and realized he was studying her profile intently. “They’re adorable. You never, huh, wanted to have more, even after…?”
He shrugged, then tore his gaze from her and watched the still water. “For a while, I thought I didn’t deserve a new beginning. Now I wonder if a new beginning wouldn’t have given me a shot at happiness.”
She swallowed, and fought the urge to lean into him and hug him until her bones ached. “We all deserve a second chance.”
Vincent nodded, more to himself than to her, then regarded her. “You’ve taught me that, Natalie. Your openness and forgiveness. I can tell Clint hurt you really bad, and you’re only telling me a fraction of it.”
She sucked in a breath, apprehension clogging her throat. Should she deny it? She’d told him enough to paint Clint in a bad light, sure, but not because she meant to tarnish the memory of her late husband. She’d told him as a way to make him understand she deserved joy too, and so did he. “He was a lost soul. I don’t have much of a relationship with my parents anymore. They both moved from Texas and call once in a blue moon. Maybe that’s why I stayed for so long, too. I needed someone.”
“And now?”
I need you. “I’ve been on my own for years. I know I can survive, even if my house is a hot mess and my finances suck,” she said, then fidgeted with her sterling silver necklace. “I don’t want to just exist, though. I want to live life to the fullest… to love. To make the best of it all.” Tears brimmed at the corner of her eyes, and she blinked them back.
Oh, great. Now he’s going to think I’m a train wreck. She glanced down at her sandals, at the grass, and folded her arms, unsure of what to do. He touched her chin, lifting it, so she had no option but to look at him.
The sun shone above his head, and shadowed his expression a bit. Maybe this was when he’d end everything. Maybe her hunger for more scared him off.
Nausea churned in her stomach, she unfolded her arms and pressed a hand on her belly, willing the queasiness away. Get a hold of yourself, woman. “If-if you want to—
He covered her lips with his index finger, shushing her. Then, he dropped one hand and touched hers, massaging her fingers, dispelling some of her tension. She hoped he didn’t notice how clammy her palms were. “I’m done with the roof, and the flooring. Won’t take me long to finish the paint and a couple of other things,” he said.
Her heart skipped a beat or two. “Yes.”
He tilted his head lower, but didn’t dip it to kiss her. “When I leave Suarez, I’d like you to come with me,” he said, with a trace of anxiety in his voice. “Let’s give ourselves a new beginning in New York. You can take pottery classes there, get better, then do whatever the hell you want to do.”
She parted her lips, but no sound came out. An internal euphoria took over her before finally making its way out. Her heart did a backflip in her chest, as she squealed without a care in the world. “Yes. Yes!”
He chuckled, and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as if they hadn’t held each other in a long time. “Are you sure you don’t mind coming with me?” he asked, caressing her hair.
She kissed his cheek. “I’ve been wanting to leave for a long time. There was always something lacking for me to take the final step and do it. It’s been you, Vincent,” she said truthfully. “And I’m not afraid to admit it.”
