Page 33 of Rescued Love

He tastes fucking delicious, and I let out a moan. After swallowing down the sound, he grunts, his fingers digging into my ass. He explores my mouth with his togue, memorizing me the same way I’m doing to him.

I never want to forget.

I never want to lose this moment.

If I could live in it, I would.

As he slows down the kiss, I reach up and grip his shoulders trying to encourage him to give me more. Needing in.

“Nathan, please,” I beg against his lips.

The way his mouth tips up in a smile, the connection between us not breaking completely, might be considered arrogant onanyone else. Not on him. Not when he looks down into my eyes with such contentment in his gaze.

“Fuck,” he growls, “I want you so damn bad, Kitten.”

I blink and nod vigorously. I want him too. It’s been too long, and I’ve never experienced this kind of desire before.

I swear it could knock me on the ass if I’m not careful.

“But I won’t have you tonight,” he pants out the words and his fingers tighten on my body like he never wants to let me go.

“What? Why?” My voice is filled with bewilderment. “I want you too,” I admit, wanting to make sure he knows and there isn’t anything to question between us.

Is that what’s holding him back? Is he worried I don’t want him like he wants me?

Silly man.

“I never want you to feel like this thing,” he motions between us, “is just about getting in your pants. I want to savor this and you.”

I snort out a laugh, even while part of me melts at his declaration and my face heats with embarrassment. I decide to own that shit and not react. “What if it is just about getting inyourpants,” I counter.

Nathan throws his head back and laughs. The sight of it and the pure joy radiating from him has me freezing in place. He has a great fucking laugh.

“Oh, you can use me, Kitten,” he leans down and nuzzles right where my neck and shoulder met, “I don’t mind at all.”

He kisses my skin leaving delicious tingles in his wake. It does nothing to curb the desire I’m feeling toward him.

“I want to get to know you,” he insists.

I nod and then bury my face against his chest, my breathing heavy. I need a moment to get my shit together or else I’ll be climbing him like a damn tree.

“I can pop some popcorn,” I suggest, “and you can choose a movie?”

I look up at him with hopeful eyes and he just nods. By the time I’m back, the smell of almost burnt popcorn fills my apartment, he’s sitting in the middle of my couch with his legs spread and his focus on my TV as he looks through the streaming services I have.

My tone is full of snark when I quip, “What’s up with you taking up most of the couch?”

He chuckles and pats his hands on either side of him against the back of the couch where his arms are stretched and showing off his impressive wingspan. Is that why it felt so comfortable and safe being in his arms?

Huh.

“I didn’t know which side you preferred but wanted to make sure I was next to you either way,” he tells me with a damn twinkle in his eye. “Since we’re watching a movie, I expect cuddles.”

With my giggle filling the room, I move toward him, choose a side, and settle right into his side. Like I’m going to turn down cuddles? Yeah, not gonna happen.

“Smart,” I grumble at him which causes him to wink.

“I thought I might have to follow you into the kitchen when the burnt popcorn smell started to waft around.”