Chapter 15
chapter
fifteen
NATE
Maren arches her breasts into me and shoves me inside.
She kicks the door shut behind us, and I thrust my hands into her hair, knocking off the headpiece she wore all night.
We stumble into my house and down the hall, nearly tripping over each other. Our labored breaths mix with the thuds of our clumsy footsteps against the weathered hardwood floor, creating an off-beat, frenzied tempo.
It’s like the erratic rhythm of my heartbeat.
My world is rattled by this kiss—by her.
I can’t believe I’m kissing Maren Clayton again.
When I arrived at the Halloween party earlier tonight, I never expected to end up here, with her in my arms. Hell, when I decided to move back to town, thoughts of this were just that—thoughts. Musings. Fantasies of an alternate reality.
Of course, I repeatedly told myself to be rational.
That going down this road again would not be in my best interest, but I can’t help myself.
I’m completely captivated by Maren. I’m helpless against her, especially when she’s here, threading her fingers through my hair and finally, finally melting against me, one inch at a time.
Her tits press into my lower sternum, our stomachs fusing, before her legs fit snugly between mine.
We’re two puzzle pieces forming a whole.
Kissing her fills an ache inside me that, until now, I didn’t realize was so large in the first place.
“Whoa.” Maren teeters on her heels, slipping backward like she’s lost her balance.
I catch her by the waist as best I can—I’m dizzy myself.
“There used to be a couch here.” She points to this side of the living room, where my parents did have a couch here before. Since we moved in, I’ve rearranged our furniture to make this space our own.
“Mm-hmm.” I continue kissing down her neck, tilting her head to the side for better access.
But she pushes herself off my shoulders and puts a foot of distance between us, her doe eyes wide. “Shit,” she hisses. “Is Teagan here?”
“She’s having a sleepover at Mom’s. They love their movie nights.” I slip my hand around Maren’s waist again and lean into her for a slow, teasing kiss.
Her sensual moan drips from her lips and reverberates across the roof of my mouth, sending my world spinning once again. She’s even more intoxicating than I remember.
The longer I massage her tongue with my own languid strokes, the tighter my baggy pants become with the growing bulge between my legs. I need her so badly that I fear for my fucking health.
Her ragged breaths release in a staccato rhythm like the shutter of a camera, echoing throughout my quiet house. I kiss her harder as she runs her hands up and down my arms, chest, and abs like she can’t decide what to touch first.
Without breaking our frantic kiss, I whirl us around with every intention to guide us toward my bedroom.
But my body screams for relief. Every muscle stiffens with the need to rip each stitch of Spandex from her body and worship her until the sun rises.
I plunge my tongue deeper into her mouth like I’m clawing my way back in time before we fell apart. Back to the time when I was deliriously happy—when I was hers and she was mine.
I slip my hand into the low neckline of her costume and explore her silky skin until I reach the swell of her breast.
She gasps into my mouth, her staggered breaths releasing faster and louder. The sounds crescendo into sinful moans as I lower my fingers and twist the bud of her nipple. She slides the top of her costume down until her tits spill over, and I dip my head to capture one in my mouth.
My growls are feral.
This woman is my undoing.
“Oh my God, Nathan…” My full name drags out of her with a plea.
Hearing it on her lips again is like rediscovering a lost city.
I palm her other breast as I swirl my tongue around her hard nipple, silently urging her to say it again. My name dripping from her mouth just feels too right.
“Yes, Nathan. That’s so good,” she stutters, her voice husky as she gives me exactly what I was hoping for. “More. I need more.”
“Whatever you want, Lightning.” I nip at her, grazing my teeth along her skin and reacquainting myself with her body.
I hike her skirt up, reaching for the holy grail, where I cup her over her panties, then glide my fingers along the wet fabric.
The guttural sound that stutters out of me is one I don’t think I’ve ever made before.
She’s fucking soaked.
“You’ve always driven me crazy, but this…” I lick my lips, practically drooling for her as I move the panties aside and trace along the seam of her with my thumb. “You’ve officially made me insane. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Yeah?”
I breathe her in, confirming for the hundredth time that she did, in fact, knock on my door and kiss me. That I didn’t imagine it.
I rain kisses down her neck until her sweet taste coats my tongue. Then I curl two fingers inside her, and she bucks against me.
“Fuck,” she says, the word strained.
When I use my thumb to apply pressure to her clit, I’m rewarded with another strangled curse, which is followed by several more as I continue working her over.
She dips her forehead to my shoulder, and I bury my face in her hair, savoring the sweet smell of lavender radiating from her.
It’s not long before she shudders against me, and the walls of her needy heat pulse around my fingers.
Her climax jostles her hips backward, and my body further hardens to the point of excruciating pain.
When Maren opens her eyes, desire flares in them, transforming her brown irises into the color of whiskey.
With two hands pressed to my chest, she shoves me to sit on the couch.
Her gold belt clinks to the floor, where the rest of her costume joins it.
She stands bare and perfect in front of me, all smooth curves and feminine beauty. The best part? She’s completely unguarded. The lines of her features are soft and vulnerable in the moonlight streaking through the living room.
I’m fucking stunned. Momentarily frozen and overwhelmed by the view. Nothing compares to this honor.
Am I breathing? Do I remember how?
With my back halfway buried in the couch cushions, she climbs onto me, straddling my hips. She hikes my tank up and slides her fingers down my taut muscles until she tugs on the waistband of my pants, her knuckles like matches against my skin.
“I showed you mine,” she whispers against my lips. “Your turn.”
“It’s only fair.” I maneuver around her to jerk my pants off, and she peels the shirt over my head.
Once we settle again, with her straddling my hips, she grips my length between us, and my next breath catches in my throat.
I’m trapped between extreme pleasure and restraint. My muscles tremble, desperate to make a move and chase relief.
But what she’s doing to me feels too damn good—I can’t stop her.
She smooths her thumb over the tip, and I feast on her nipple again. We tease each other until I finally break.
“I can’t fucking take it, Lightning.” I twist her nipple between my fingers, earning me a yelp, and my cock twitches in her grip. “I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”
“Please,” she breathes.
I feel around the floor with my foot until I land on my pants. With one arm wrapped around her, I dip forward to retrieve a condom out of my wallet.
Witnessing her roll it over me, her bottom lip pinned under her teeth, has me white-knuckling the couch cushions.
I’m so desperate for her.
As she positions herself, my hard length bobs against her stomach, and I bite out a curse. It turns into a low hiss as she lowers halfway onto me before rising again, her heaving chest working overtime for each inhale.
She sinks onto me, taking more of me this time, but not entirely.
Her pussy contracts around me, dripping as she adjusts to me.
Maren begins to rise again, but I bring my hands to her hips and hold her steady. “You can take me, Lightning. I know you can.”
“You’re so… big, Nathan.” She bites her lip, but it’s out of hesitation this time. “And it’s been too long for me.”
Something between a growl and a moan builds at the base of my throat and roars out of me like lava through a volcano. While I haven’t expected her to be celibate for the last ten years, I fucking love that she hasn’t been touched like this in a while.
That I’m the one to end her dry spell. It’s poetic in a way, since she’s ending mine too.
“Go nice and slow,” I rasp against her chest, sliding my hands down her thighs. “Relax and breathe, Maren.”
My cock shifts again, begging to feel all of her.
But I care more that she feels good. That she does whatever she wants in order to come harder than she did on my fingers.
She fuses her mouth to mine as she sinks onto me again, stretching around me so damn well until I fear I might black out.
With a drawn-out moan, the sound hoarse and full of desire, she fully settles onto me. I’m coated in her wetness from base to tip.
I fill her to the hilt, and I clench my jaw so tightly I’m about to crack a molar.
It’s too much and not enough, all at once.
She starts with an easy pace, and it’s equally sensual and maddening as hell.
As she writhes over me, taking me over and over, gyrating her hips with exquisite force, her full breasts skim my chin, mouth, and nose.
Maren is all woman, and getting to know this version of her clears a path in my chest that had long been sealed off.
It’s like reaching the end of a dark, haunted tunnel and emerging into unobstructed sunshine.
She arches farther into me, her movements deliberate and unhurried as she alternates between clenching and relaxing around me. She’s so fucking tight, and squeezing her legs around mine hugs my pulsing length even harder.
I won’t last long. I don’t stand a chance.
“Open your eyes.” I swipe the bangs from her forehead and fist the longer strands at the nape of her neck, tilting her head back for a better view. “Eyes on me while you ride my cock.”
Her steady rhythm falters, and she brings her mouth to mine, where she bites my bottom lip.
She likes it when I talk dirty.
I tug her harder, and our kisses become clumsy as we move faster.
She bounces on top of me, chasing another climax, and it drives me wild.
Sweat pools at my back.
My heart rate has officially reached astronomical levels.
But none of my impending pleasure is as sexy as the sensation of her trembling around me. The anticipation of experiencing her unraveling on my dick has me in a chokehold.
“Look at me while you come. I want to see all of you when you fall apart for me.” My hands skate over and down her shoulders, and I dig my fingers into her back, urging her to let go. Then I palm her ass in each hand, kneading her in frenzied patterns as I lose my mind. “Come for me, Lightning.”
I guide her back and forth, rubbing her clit against me until she tosses her head back, thrusting her breasts in my face. I catch a nipple in my mouth and suck on it until she shatters.
Her sex quivers around me, and her wild moan ends in a breathless string of heady curses. “That’s so… fucking good, Nathan.”
I gather her hair at the nape of her neck again, and I continue rocking upward, my body on the cusp of unadulterated ecstasy.
“Hold on.” I dig my heels into the carpet and lift my hips, hoisting her up along with me.
My muscles flex and burn as I jerk upward, drilling into her until I’m soaked with her pleasure, glistening streaks painted across my stomach and inner thighs.
She engraves claw marks on my shoulders before she grips the edge of the couch behind me, her eyes squeezed shut and swollen lips parted.
“Look at me.” This time, my command is laced with a warning, which must further turn her on, if her guttural moan is any indication.
Her eyes lock onto mine again, and with every thrust, her whimpers increase in pitch and volume, hiccupping with another undeniable climax.
I drop my hands to her hips and circle them over mine. It leads to my undoing—hers too.
“God, that’s it,” I stutter as I spill into the condom, and her entire body vibrates against mine.
“Yes! Yes!” She pants against my lips, her mouth agape.
She’s so damn beautiful like this. So unfiltered and bare, in every sense.
And I’m the lucky bastard who has the privilege of sharing this with her.
Maren clings to me, her eyelids fluttering.
And I hold on to her too, my heart clamoring against my rib cage.
I’m not sure how long we stay like this before Maren untangles herself from around me, her arms and legs moving in slow motion like her muscles are too limp to function. It’s as if she needs a crowbar to pry herself from me.
And it’s ridiculously fucking satisfying.
On the couch, I lie next to her, my front to her back, and I spread a blanket over us.
I mold myself around her.
My heart continues thumping wildly as I tighten my grip over her, already hating that she’ll have to leave soon and go back to her house.
I just got Maren back, and the idea of letting her go for even a few hours feels like setting myself on fire.