Letters Home
ride home with Nate. We considered going out to celebrate, but I wanted to go home to spend some time alone with him. There would be plenty of time later for a celebration with the rest of our friends.
    The ride home took almost no time and I couldn’t stop smiling the entire way. This had to be one of the best days of my life. The job and man of my dreams—how could life get any better? We walked into the apartment and Nate’s eyes widened in shock.
    “Everything’s done?”
    I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Yep. I wanted to be able to spend the weekend together, without having to worry about unpacking.”
    He lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine. “Do you know how absolutely amazing you are?”
    “Of course.” I giggled, which turned into a whimper as Nate kissed down my neck, stopping to suck at my pulse point for a moment.
    He lifted his head to look at me. “Now I want to show you how wonderful I think you are.” Taking my hand, he led me to the bedroom. Time seemed to stop the minute we stepped over the threshold and the look in his eyes as he stood in the middle of the room, his legs slightly apart, his tongue running over his top lip, his eyes tracing a path down my body, was enough to set my skin on fire, and I felt as if I would melt from the inside out. I licked out over my bottom lip, watching him slowly clench and unclench his fists. He was trying to keep himself under control, but I could tell he was losing the battle when his hands started to shake. Finally, he stepped over to me, plunging his hands into my hair and bringing his face down to mine. His tongue parted my lips and slid into the warmth of my mouth.
    Testing.
    Tasting.
    Teasing.
    My feet shuffled backwards until the back of my legs hit the bed but Nate didn’t stop moving. It wasn’t until he’d pushed me down onto the bed and covered his body with mine, did he lift his lips.
    His eyes held mine as his hands slid down to the hem of my dress, pulling it up and over my head. All I wanted was to feel skin-to-skin contact and Nate didn’t disappoint when he removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor with mine. The muscles that defined his chest and abs were smooth to the touch. Giving into my desire, I ran my hands up his torso, feeling every inch of him as the scent of his cologne overtook me. I skimmed my hands across his nipple, hearing his sharp intake of breath.
    Once again, he covered my body with his, lowering his head to devour my lips. Warm, wet lips trailed a path down my neck, stopping to suck on the pulse point that he knew was my weakness. When his tongue swirled around the same spot, my back arched and a low moan escaped my lips. Even after all our years together, I could never control my body’s reaction to his touch and he took advantage, sliding my panties down my legs while his teeth and lips continued their path down to my breasts. The nerves around my nipples spiked with feeling as Nate’s tongue slowly flicked across the tight bud. But the delicious torment didn’t stop there. Strong, supple fingers slid down and he began rubbing slow circles around my clit.
    “Oh God, Nate, please…” I begged.
    His mouth lifted from my breasts, but only to toss a wicked smile my way before moving to tease the other nipple without so much as a word. When his finger slipped into me, he groaned.
    “You are so responsive to my touch,” he whispered. One finger became two as he began to glide them in and out, his thumb still creating a delicious friction across the sensitive little nub. My body was bombarded with sensation and I cried out, only to be silenced when his lips reclaimed mine. Wasting no time, his fingers slipped from my body and he left the bed to quickly remove the rest of our clothing. Seconds later, I felt the head of his penis as he created small, slow circles, causing my body to tighten in anticipation as he gently pushed into me.
    “Shit, you feel good.”
    The thrusts of his body combined with
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