Page 53 of Rescued Love
Nathan might not be muscular in a bulky, gym rat kind of way, but he’s strong. Then there is the strength of his character.
I think that’s why he’s been struggling for as long as he has been. He didn’t want to walk away from what he was working towards, but the law he was practicing was also eating away at him, bit by bit. He didn’t want to give up, and I respect the hell out of that, but he was doing himself a disservice.
If coming here was what he needed to see that, then I’m beyond grateful. The fact that I have him in my life now is just a bonus.
All I want is for him to be happy and everything in me hopes that will always include me.
Even if there’s a time when it no longer does—which might kill me—I’ll always want him to be happy.
Nathan peppers kisses on my face as he lays me down on my bed, following me down and blanketing me in his warmth as he does.
“You’re so damn gorgeous, Kimball,” he whispers, his lips sliding along my jawline.
“Nathan,” I sigh, his words burrowing their way into my heart.
Not that I needed them to already be in love with this man.
The words, that confession, are right there on the tip of my tongue. I bite them back because I’m afraid it’s too soon for him. Scaring him away is the last thing I want.
But when I look into his eyes, I can see the love he has for me. Maybe he’s feeling the same thing that I am?
He’s not the kind of man to even considering uprooting his entire life and staying in some small town, staying with me, if he didn’t feel something for me. He just might not realize that’s what he’s feeling yet.
I’m not going to rush him.
His lips coast down the side of my neck, his soft skin barely touching me and making my body heat again. He kisses along my shoulders, and it feels like he’s blanketing me in his love.
When his cock slips free of my body, I let out a little yelp and he chuckles. The sound, deep and filled with amusement, has my heart beating harder in my chest.
The way his eyes dance with mirth when he pulls back and looks down at me, has me wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I bet you just made a mess on your sheets, Kitten,” he teases me.
I arch an eyebrow at him in challenge. “Who, exactly, made that mess?”
“It’s leaking out of your pussy,” he points out, causing my cheeks to heat.
“It’s your,” I scrunch up my face as I fire back, my tone indignant as hell, “spunk that’s the problem.”
Nathan’s laughter fills the room, and I can’t help but join him which does not help the mess problem at all. When’s he’s gotten himself under control enough, he climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I’m trying to figure out if I’ll be able to get out of bed and to the bathroom myself without having to waddle in the most unattractive way possible when I look up to find him holding a washcloth.
I let out a sigh of relief before my mouth falls open as he starts to clean me up. “I thought you’d just hand it to me,” I squeak out.
He winks and shakes his head slowly. “I clean up after myself, Kitten,” there’s an easiness in his voice, a kind of satisfaction, which has pride filling my chest.
I’m not sure if it’s all because of me or not, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling like I’m on top of the world. I want to be the reason he feels at peace, the reason he’s satisfied.
It’s selfish, I know, but I spend most of my time giving, can’t I be a little selfish from time to time? Yeah, I’ve earned a little bit.
Nathan tosses the washcloth away before climbing back into bed with me and wrapping his arms around me. When he pulls me against his chest, my body molds to his. It’s a perfect fucking fit.
I let out a sigh of contentment and relax into him, soaking up his warmth and his affection. His fingers trail through my hair and it’s so damn peaceful that my eyes well up with tears.
This is something I’ve never had with anyone before, this kind of moment. I feel like I can just be with Nathan, and I know how much of a gift that is.
His voice is a contented rasp against my head, “You need anything?”
“I could eat,” I answer honestly.