Page 62 of Passing Notes
“I know you will, baby. Let’s plan a dinner next week to tell them about us.”
“How about next weekend, after the Fall Festival?”
“That sounds perfect to me. It’s Morgan’s weekend. You and I can have dinner together after the festival and discuss how much to tell them about us. But I already know they’re going to love this. They talk about you all the time.”
“My heart is about to crack wide open. I don’t know if I can take this.”
He stepped close and wrapped me in his arms. I could feel his heart thudding against mine and all of a sudden, I didn’t care about the storm outside; all I could think about was him.
Thunder struck in the distance, hard enough to knock the power out again, and I flinched. Okay, so maybe I cared a little bit, but that didn’t mean I didn’t need to immediately show him with my body exactly how I felt about him.
The power flickered back on, and I let out a relieved sigh. “So, thunderstorms are still a no for me?—”
“Obviously.” His eyebrows raised as his eyes lit up with laughter.
“You’ll have to be on top.”
His eyebrows shot to his hairline as he stifled a laugh. “I see. We’re doing this. You sure?”
My anxiety about the storm combined with the emotional overload of the moment had me rambling. “No oral.” I shook my head. “There are just too many ways I could hurt you. Flinching and jumping are a legit concern. And the weather is being way too unpredictable tonight.”
“Your reasoning is sound.” He nodded once as his eyes twinkled into mine. “Neither one of us needs an unexplainable injury.”
“We need a game plan. This is your area of expertise, isn’t it, Coach Easton?”
“It is, normally.” His voice dropped low. “But the thought of being inside you again has taken over my entire brain and I can’t think right now.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Oh really?”
He nudged me backward until I had no choice but to fall on my bed. “Yes really.” He put a knee to the bed and slipped a hand beneath my neck. I gasped as he gently pressed his thumb to the base of my throat. “Don’t move.” His growly whisper disappeared into my mouth as he kissed me hard. “If you’re good, I’ll let you ride me on that recliner in the closet. You won’t be thinking about the weather if I keep you occupied.”
“’Kay...” I held as still as possible as he stood, dragging his hand down the center of my body from my neck to the hem of my nightgown. He was already shirtless and the sight of his rippling abs, that broad wall of a chest, and his wide shoulders standing above me like that almost blew my mind.
“Your choice of pajamas is appreciated by the way,” he murmured. Pale pink silk slid up my legs, tickling my skin along with the tips of his fingers. “You’re gorgeous.”
Thunder crashed in the distance and my back arched off the bed. “Oh god...”
“Shh, I got you. No more playing around, come on.” He pulled me to my feet and guided me to the closet, walking us backward until he dropped into my recliner and pulled me to straddle his lap, my knees to the seat. “Shit, do you have any condoms?” He squeezed my ass in his big palms and took a nip at my neck. I shivered and lost my train of thought.
“Huh?”
“Condoms, baby. Got some?”
“Yes, I do.” I scurried to my feet. “Take your pants off, I’ll be right back.”
I came back, strip of condoms in hand, to find him naked, manspreading in my chair like he owned the damn thing. My jaw dropped a little bit as I tried to decide where to begin. I mean, he’d found a towel to sit on; if I hadn’t loved him before, I sure as heck did now. It was my favorite chair.
But forget about the freaking chair.
I hadn’t had a chance yet to get a good, naked look at him. And damn.
Damn.
Most of our time together in the past—heck, the present, too—had been hurried, furtive, frantic...
Sneaking around lately had been heady, tortuous fun, but it hadn’t given me the chance to fully appreciate all that was Nicholas Andrew Easton. And damn, he was fine.
His skin was a deep golden tan, probably from playing shirtless football outside with his friends so often.