No Attachments - By Tiffany King Page 0,62

back down to his. His tongue entered my mouth as I placed my hands on his chest. I set a new pace that matched the movements of his tongue in my mouth. Close to the edge, I pushed my pelvis down against him until he was buried in me deeper than he'd ever been. My movement sent us both over the edge and he shouted my name as he pulled me down hard against him one last time.

I collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. All the energy I'd felt just moments ago had drifted away like a kite on a windy day. "Sorry," I said, trying to catch my breath.

"For what? Oh my god," he replied, running his hand over my bare back.

"So, you liked it?" I asked.

"'Like' isn't even close to the right word," he replied. "Hey, not to change the subject after something as unbelievable as that, but do you want to talk about what happened outside?" he asked, continuing to rub my back.

"Not tonight. Is that okay?" I asked, rising up on my elbow so I could look at him.

"Are you okay now?" he inquired.

I took a moment to take stock of his question. Was I all right? Oddly, I felt much better. I knew using sex as a Band-Aid wouldn't lessen the truth, but at the moment, I allowed myself to shove my problems in a drawer. A drawer that could wait at least another day to be evaluated.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I finally answered, lying back on top of him. He continued to stroke my back as my eyelids became heavy. "I wish we could sleep this way," I murmured as he shifted me off him.

"Let me clean up, and your wish is my command," he said, rising from the bed.

By the time he returned, I was more asleep than awake as he pulled me into his arms and rested my head on his chest.

"I can feel your heart," I mumbled as my eyes closed.

His reply came from far away. I must have imagined it because as sleep pulled me under completely, it sounded like he said, "It is your heart now."

Nathan was gone from the bed when I woke the next morning. I could hear him talking in a hushed tone as I stretched before climbing out of bed. Grabbing my robe off the back of my bedroom door, I headed out to see what he was up to. I found him standing in front of the fireplace with his back to me. The hand that wasn't holding the phone gripped the mantel with an intensity that surprised me. I caught the tail end of his conversation as I paused in the doorway.

"Tomorrow is soon enough. I need to prepare things," he said in a hard tone I'd never heard him use before. "No, tomorrow," he repeated before ending the call.

"Everything okay?" I asked, sliding my arms around his waist and resting my face against his back.

"It's fine," he answered, setting his phone on the mantle and placing his hands on top of mine. "My boss is just being persistent."

"I thought you took a few weeks off."

"I did, but it looks like that won't be panning out."

"Are you leaving?" my voice cracked.

"Not right away," he said, turning around to wrap his arms around me. "What would you like to do today?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Would you be up for a double date? Tressa has been texting me all week, begging us to join her and the guy she likes for an indie concert by her campus. It means you'll be stuck hanging out with a CW crowd," I teased.

"She wants us to tagalong on her date?" he asked, skeptically.

"Not 'tagalong.' Double date. I think she's dealing with nerves. She's been with Jackson so long that she's nervous seeing someone else. Do you mind?"

"For you, anything," he answered, dropping a quick peck on my lips. "I need to head to my hotel for a few hours, but I'll pick you up later. That way maybe we can see a movie while we're in the city."

"Sounds good. I'll text her and get the deets," I said, plucking up my own cellphone from the coffee table. "Will you be able to get the Range Rover out?" I added.

"I should, it's a sport utility vehicle with four-wheel drive. I'll be back in a few hours," he said, placing his lips tenderly on mine.

"Hurry," I said, already missing him even though he wasn't gone yet.

"I'll be back before you