Chapter Twelve
Holly
Nate’s dark gaze held mine, the look there so intense, it took my breath away. I could feel his c**k, long, hard, and thick, resting against me. I’d just had an explosive o****m, courtesy of his fingers and mouth. I should’ve been sated, and I wasn’t even close.
And now, now, he wanted to know if I wanted to back out. If I had any sense, we wouldn’t be bare a*s n***d in my bedroom, seconds away from me making what would probably be an epically bad mistake.
None of that figured into this moment. All that mattered was the drumbeat of my heart, need mingling with emotion and spinning into a storm inside, and the near desperate ache to feel him inside of me.
“I’m sure,” I said.
My hips arched reflexively, the feel of him sliding over my swollen clit sending a hot lit
