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Rachel was watching him as she spoke and she frowned.
“I am ready to tell you everything you need to know. The only reason I could come clean earlier, even after it became obvious that I was falling hard again for another woman was because I was genuinely scared of another Vera situation. I truly was ready to come clean until I came into the study that day and saw that you already saw the videos and emails I kept.”
“I was hurt, Nate.”
“I know,” he pressed forward and reached for her hand. She wouldn’t let him hold her. He didn’t want to give up just yet. She had every right to be angry but he wanted her back and he was ready to brave through the thorns of her heart to win her back. “I am a bastard for what I did but if there’s one thing I must do right, it’s to make you happy all over again and I cannot forgive myself until I do that.”
She bowed her head. “Forgiving you won’t be easy.”
“I will keep trying until I die if that’s how long it would take.”
She raised shimmering eyes to his face. She was tired of crying. It was all she could do when the GHIA found her before Jacob could. She cried and cried and not even Mabel or Larry could comfort her. This time the attempt wasn’t just at her job or social status, it had been an attempt to wipe her off the face of the earth. How had she gotten tangled up in this mess?
“Fate is a bitch, eh?”
“It gets even messier.”
“I was just trying to live my life. I didn’t want all of this but now I have nothing.”
“You have me. Please accept me.” He took a step toward her. This time she didn’t move back. She let him come close and he took the chance. “I knew you would be the death of me the first day you walked into my office. I did try to stay away from you after the first time but I couldn’t. I told myself it was just for a while and for a vengeful purpose but I was lying to myself.” He took hold of her face and bent over her. Her eyes drifted to his lips and she sucked her bottom lip. He always liked it when she did that. His heart hammered in his chest as he leaned even closer. Too scared to go further, too scared to move back.
It was only when her hands curved around his back that he finally caved in, capturing her lips with his. He exhaled, crushing her to him as he hungrily fed on her mouth. She returned his hunger, clutching his shirt as she held on for dear life. It wasn’t the hurt she remembered anymore, it was how it has been between them whenever he kissed her. This time she hadn’t forced him to do it, she had seen the vulnerability in his eyes and his fear and it melted her heart.
By the time they were done – and it was a long time – they were both breathing heavily, heads together, mouths slightly open to breathe in each other’s essence.
Then she started to cry again.
His arms tightened around her. “I’m sorry.”
“It hurts so bad,” she sobbed. “I wanted to hate you, I couldn’t. It’s hard to believe but all I needed was two weeks to fall in love with you and I hated you and hated myself even more that it wasn’t as easy to fall out of love with you.”
Her hands began to seek their way under his shirt. She had tremendous power over him, his body reacted quickly and before he knew it he was leaning down to kiss her again. She tilted her head to grant him better access to her mouth while her fingers began to trail the lines of his body, along his spine, around his waist and into the waistband of his trousers.
“Come inside,” she whispered her body – always treacherous - longed for him.
He didn’t need another invitation. He barely noticed the sparse furnishing in the living room when she pushed the door open. He let her pull him inside and when she rose on her toes to capture his lips again his hands dropped to her waist. Rachel tugged at his shirt impatiently and he leaned back only long enough to pull it over his head.
His shoulder hurt slightly and he thought he masked his pain well but she noticed the fresh scar and put her fingers on it.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Not as much as before."
"I'm sorry, Nate..." She rose on her toes to kiss his shoulder and all was right with the world right there and then.
Their eyes held in those few precious moments. They had words to say to each other but their eyes spoke instead – words they were too afraid to say out loud for fear that this moment would pass away and they would both wake up and discover it was all a dream. When he took off her shirt to see that she was naked underneath he almost howled with joy. Her breasts were soft and very sensitive. She held his hands to them and encouraged him to squeeze while she went to work on the drawstrings of his trousers.
He kicked his trousers off, took hers off and his briefs joined them in a pile. Lifting her in his arms he carried her to the couch where he laid her down and covered her body with his.
He wanted to take his time with her, to know the lines of her body again – also he was scared he would hurt the baby if he went too fast but Rachel was wrapping her legs around his waist and urging him to surge into her.
“Wait,” he bit out through his teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
She laughed and her eyes teared up. “You are hurting me by slowing down.”
When he opened his mouth to protest she caught his mouth in a kiss to shut him up and lifting her hips, urged him with her hands to thrust into her.
Her teeth closed around the flesh of his bicep as chills rose on her body from the joining of their bodies. Nate groaned closing his eyes, afraid he would come too quickly again like the first time. Even then he couldn’t control herself around her.
But now that he was inside her, her warmth coating his erection, he didn’t want to slow down. He withdrew and thrust in again moaning deeply as he felt a piece of himself come back to life. Holding her against him, he satisfied her hunger, enjoying the feel of her nails digging into his back and her cries in his ears. She milked him with love and he wanted to sink deeper and deeper into that love. When she tightened her legs around his waist he moved faster, seeking to satisfy her first before succumbing to the pleasures racking his body.
Rachel let out a soft cry as her body began to tighten around him. She held his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth as she climax wildly over his cock. Her channel spasming over his cock sent him to the brink of his doom and he gladly went over that edge knowing that if he had to throw himself over a cliff for this woman he would gladly do so over and over again.
When he collapsed on her they lay in each other’s arms breathing heavily. Her fingers were lost in his hair as she held him against her breast.
She suddenly chuckled.
“I should punish you for what you did to me.”
He smiled against her soft flesh. She suddenly lifted herself and pushed him off gently.
“Where are you going?” he asked when she stood up.
“Shut up.”
She went away and when she returned she was holding a spatula.
“Turn around.”
“What?” he laughed.
“Turn around,” she hit his belly with the back of the spatula, and when he laughingly obeyed her she hit his behind.
“You hit like a woman,” he laughed, grabbing her hand so he could pull her over him again. The spatula dropped from her hand when he kissed her again.
She leaned back after a while. “But I should truly punish you. It hurt so bad for days that I thought I was going to die.”
He hugged her to his chest feeling remorseful for what his selfishness caused her.
“I am sorry, kitten. I’ll live the rest of my life making it up to you, I promise.”
She sniffed. “You had better. But don’t think you can just waltz in here with your sexy body, fuck me and go back like that. You owe me an explanation… a lot of explanation. What changed?”
He drew in a breath and began to talk.
