Page 88 of Wild Abandon

“I didn’t bring condoms. Crystal, I…I didn’t think this was possible. I want to be with you, but—”

“I have them.” I swallow, realizing he probably thinks I was planning this. “Naomi thought they might come in handy.”

He kisses me again. “Naomi’s a fucking genius.”

I smile and watch as he walks to my bag. With his back to me, he slides the condom on. I want every single piece of him. Every inch, every heartbeat.

What I don’t want is him on the bed.

When he turns around, I stand up, take him by the hand, and walk him over to the couch. I want to feel him in me as deep as humanly possible. Pushing him down onto the cushions, I place my knees on each side of his hips and straddle him. Sweeping my hand around his neck, I run my free hand through his hair. His dark waves make his green eyes piercing. He is absolutely gorgeous.

“I heard you liked to grab a guy’s hair,” he says.

It’s not a joke. He’s serious.

“You did this for me?”

“Everything is for you.”

His mouth finds mine again, and when his tongue sweeps against my lips, I know there is no one else I ever want to kiss for as long as I live.

I rise up and hold him in my hands, just outside my entrance, and then I lower myself on him, causing us both to gasp into each other’s mouths.

Nate sits up and wraps his arms around me, and I do the same to him. Our bodies move together, our hearts beat as one, and our fears erase each other’s. I ride him until I feel the burn again. My hips grind, and his rise to meet me. Together, we move—one being, one soul.

I cry when he rubs me so hard from the inside that I come undone. And when he loses control inside me, it’s with a growl so intense that the beast is finally released and free with my name on his lips.

chapter EIGHTEEN

“Do you believe in fate?” Nate asks.

Nate and I are tangled in bedsheets—my leg wrapped around his torso, his hand running soft fingers along my back.

“Nathaniel Teller, I hardly pictured you as someone who believed in things happening for a reason.”

“I forgot to lock the door. I never forget to lock the door.”

I lift my head from the nook of his arm and curve my brows at him.

He kisses my nose and clarifies, “The first day you walked into the bar. You should never have been there.”

“It’s a good thing you were forgetful.” I run my hand through his hair. I can’t get enough of it. “I suppose I do believe in fate. Fate that Naomi met a guy from California, moved here, and convinced me to get on a plane.”

Nate looks up at the ceiling, his focus lost somewhere else. “Do you believe bad things happen for a reason, too?”

His words are reminiscent of one of the first things he ever said to me. “I believe in love just as much as I believe in death.”

Placing my hand on his cheek, I guide him back to me. “I think things happen in life that are out of our control. It’s what we do with our lives afterward that matters.”

Nate clenches his eyes closed and takes a deep breath. “You have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” I tease. “But if you care to tell me how amazing I am, I’m more than happy to listen.”

Nate rolls me onto my back, the full weight of him above me for the third time tonight. The darkened San Francisco sky is cascading us in our cocoon. A condom is torn open with his teeth.

“How about I show you?”

Before I know it, he is showing me very, very deeply.