Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,59
eyes light as she comes closer to me. I tilt my head down a bit, and she leans in and kisses me.
“Let’s eat,” I say when the microwave beeps. I sit next to her, not even caring what I’m eating. I don’t think I taste anything.
“Do you have a busy day tomorrow?” she asks, and I nod.
“I have a flight at eight,” I say. “Then I have a meeting before the hockey game.”
“How long are you gone for?” she asks, and I shrug while I chew.
“I think two days,” I say. “I didn’t really check.” I take the phone out of my pocket and check. “Yeah, I’m back in two days.”
The rest of dinner is awkward, or at least, I think it’s awkward. “I think I’m going to head out,” she says when I close the dishwasher, and I look over at her.
“What?” I ask, shocked. “Why?”
“Well,” she says, looking down, “you seem like something is on your mind.” I want to kick myself for making her feel uncomfortable. “I don’t want to bother you.” She smiles, but I can see that her eyes have darkened a bit. I walk to her and put my hands on her face.
My thumbs rub her cheeks. “Stay,” I say softly, her hands going to my waist. “Please.”
She looks down and then up again. “If at anytime you want me to leave or things just get overwhelming, it’s okay to want alone time.” She smirks. “Trust me, I get it.”
“You mean that, don’t you?” I don’t know why I’m shocked about her being even more awesome than I thought she was.
“Well, yeah,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Sometimes we have a day when we just want to go home, sit on the couch, and destroy a whole pint of ice cream.” She laughs, and I put my lips on hers.
“I want you to stay.” We walk up the stairs without saying anything. We walk into my bedroom, and I turn on the soft lights and pull her to me. The kiss is soft and slow. Her hand goes to my shirt, untucking it from my pants. My hand goes to her waist, taking out the black tight shirt I saw her put on this morning. I pull it over her head, our mouths separating only for a second until her shirt is off. I feel her fingers slowly move their way down my shirt, one button at a time.
We take our time undressing each other, our hands and mouth always touching. When I lay her down in the middle of my bed, my kisses linger from her mouth to her neck, slowly sucking in. I make my way down to one nipple. Sucking it deep into my throat and taking the other one. I spend my time making sure that I kiss every single inch of her.
I make her come twice before she turns, then sits up and pulls me up to kiss my mouth. “Sit,” she says, and I turn, sitting in the middle of the bed with my back to the headboard. She takes my cock in her hand and slowly slides her mouth down it. I move her hair to the other side so I can see her face. I want to watch her all night long. She works me over and over and when I come, I whisper her name.
Rolling over to the side, I grab a condom and slide it down my cock. She puts her leg over my hips and then slides down. Neither of us says anything, and it’s the strangest thing. It’s almost as if she knows I can’t talk. It’s almost as if she knows I need her to just be here. The only sound in the room right now is our heavy breathing.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and my hand wraps around her waist while the other reaches up her back to grab her neck. I bury my face in her neck as she throws her head back. She moves up and down. I don’t push her and let her lead the whole way.
The whole night, I don’t sleep. I just watch her, reaching out to touch and hold her and silently tell her how I feel about her. I get up right before I know her alarm is going to go off and set it for later.
I get dressed, picking up my bag and walking over to her. She still sleeps, the white shirt at her neck, one arm out and