Chapter Nineteen ~ Nathan #3
With my mouth at work between her legs, I inch a hand beneath her dress, revelling in the way her belly quivers under my touch.
I cup her breast through the lacy fabric of her bra, wondering briefly if it matches the panties I discarded a moment ago.
I pull the material down and roll her stiff nipple between my fingers.
Fiona’s hands dive into my hair, moving gently at first, but quickly turning rough.
She moans and writhes beneath me, clutching my hair, and rocking her hips against my mouth.
I release her breast and wrap my arms around her hips to hold her in place.
Her frantic cries spur me on, and I become single-minded in my desire to bring her pleasure.
I all but devour her, my lips and teeth and tongue working in tandem with my fingers.
Her fists tighten in my hair, bordering on painful, but it serves to distract me from the deep, pulsing ache in my cock.
Her moans transition into incoherent words, and I know she’s almost there. I watch her beautiful face, completely mesmerized as she tumbles over the edge, my name falling from her lips in a breathless cry.
Her body is still quivering when she clutches at the front of my shirt and yanks me up to kiss her. It’s messy and breathless, both of us letting out twin moans of pleasure. One of her hands releases its death grip on my shirt to snake between us, going straight for my belt buckle.
With Herculean effort, I lay a hand over hers to stop her progress. Her glassy eyes and flushed cheeks chip away at my resolve. “Next time,” I tell her.
“But—”
“Next time,” I say more firmly, lifting her hand away from my belt.
“But the balance of orgasms is uneven,” she says.
I can’t help but laugh. “I’m not keeping score, Fiona, and neither should you.
If we do this again, I want it to be somewhere more comfortable.
Preferably a bed.” I sit up, kneeling between her legs once more.
“Also, I know the treehouse was our place first, but I think of it as Rex’s now, and it feels a bit weird to have sex here. ”
She scrunches her nose, tilting her head in concession. “But there will be a next time?”
“If you want there to be.”
“I do, but…are you sure this is okay?”
I chuckle darkly. “No. It could be a disaster.”
She jerks up straighter. “Then we shouldn’t do it. I don’t want to hurt you, Nathan, not again.”
“I don’t want that either, but it’s impossible to stay away from you. When I’m around you, all I want is to touch you and kiss you and be with you. To throw all the rules out the window.”
“I feel the same way.” She ducks her head, gnawing on the inside of her lip. “It’s just…you resented me for so long. I don’t want to go back to that.”
I wince. “I know, and I’m sorry. Working to rebuild our friendship has shown me how much time I wasted. We could have been friends all these years if I’d pulled my head out of my ass.”
She peers up at me with a small, wicked smile that sends a wave of lust zinging through me. “Gotta say, what we just did was decidedly un-friend like.”
I huff. “The point is, we’re both here now, and I think we should enjoy what time we have together, knowing it’s temporary. I’m a big boy, I can compartmentalize. And I promise I won’t let it affect our friendship this time.”
Her gaze dips to where my erection is still straining against my jeans. “Yes, you are a big boy, aren’t you?” She reaches for me, but I intercept her hand, giving her a warning look that brings that wicked smile back to her face.
“I feel like that’s my cue to leave,” I say, my voice gruff. “You staying?”
“No, I should call it a night too.”
She finds her discarded underwear and holds my gaze as she slips into them.
The sight has me draining the remainder of the wine in two long gulps.
Neither of us speaks as we put the blankets away and switch off the fairy lights and space heater.
We leave the treehouse and walk in silence to the house, our hands and shoulders brushing repeatedly.
At the back door, I’m about to say good night when Fiona steps closer and rests her hands on my shoulders again. “If we’re going to do this pause thing, we should probably come up with some rules. For now, I just want to kiss you again. So…one more for the road?”
It’s just a saying, I know that, but coming from Fiona, it’s different. On any given day, she could repeat it, and it really will be one last kiss before she hits the road. I push that thought aside, determined to stay true to my assertion that I can compartmentalize and live in the moment.
I cup her face and bring my lips down to meet hers.
This kiss is unhurried and exploratory, a slow gliding of tongues.
There’s a tenderness to it that causes an ache deep inside me.
Fiona’s fingers are gentle now as they weave into my hair, so at odds with the way they yanked and dug into my scalp barely ten minutes ago.
When our mouths part, Fiona lets out a soft, satisfied hum. “Good night, Nathan.”
I linger at the back door after she slips inside. I may be a year older and not a bit wiser, but I do know this is one birthday I’ll never forget.