under the waistband of his pants, and wasted no time drifting to the front. Yeah, he definitely wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
He closed his eyes and rolled to his back, pushing his pants down and giving me a full view. The hard cut of his abs continued in a solid path down past his hips, the firm lines of his thighs framing his own complete and total hard-as-a-rock, standing-at-attention gorgeousness.
“You have to be kidding me,” I said. “You are human, right? How is it possible that your body is this perfect?”
My hands were like a magnet to his skin, and they set to work tracing every hard bit of it, my fingers dancing along his length and flicking at the head. A strangled moan escaped his throat, and I grinned like a fool.
“Do you have something?” I asked. “I’m on the pill, but...”
He licked his lips, swallowed hard, and nodded. He pulled a small square box from his nightstand and ripped the cardboard strip off of it. An unopened box, and just a three-pack at that. A just-in-case box, not an I-do-this-all-the-time box. I ticked my eyebrow up and smirked in satisfaction. A guy this hot, and I was the one girl, it seemed, he had brought home.
It was my turn for my hands to grab at his hips, for my arms to pull his body to my mouth. My lips covered the place where his shoulder met his neck, and I sucked hard. He groaned, settled between my legs and rocked into me, reaching up to brush the hair away from my face and resting his forehead against mine.
My world exploded into swirling color and heavy breaths and nothingness as my skin drank in every bit of his.
Chapter 10
Afterwards, we laid facing each other, our shoulders pressed together as my fingers trailed down the paths carved by muscle his back. His hand rested on the back of my hip which, freed from fabric and weird sitting positions, curved down into my waist without a single roll.
I was happy.
“I like this,” I murmured.
“Being here with me?”
I kissed him lazily. “That too. But...I don’t know. Lying here, like this, I feel like a
model.”
“What does that even mean, when you say that?”
“Well, when I would do a photo shoot, the clothes would just look absolutely incredible on me. They’d be loose, even. I wore some things that I still drool over. They were masterpieces.”
“Fashion design major. Got it,” he nodded.
“Right. My body made these clothes everything they were supposed to be. It was this tremendous feeling of power, you know? That these clothes were designed with such care, such attention to detail, but my body was the only thing that could make them into everything the artist imagined.”
“How much did you weigh?” Nate asked as his hand grazed the back of my thigh and played at the back of my knee.
“I was at one-twenty, and I think it was only that much because I’ve always had these shoulders and arms.”
“You mean, the beautifully toned ones?”
I blushed. “I always thought I was a better rider when my upper body was strong—that I’d be able to handle the barrels and the jumps better. Guess that wasn’t quite true. Anyway, that was why so many of the designers asked for me. I was unique as a subset of their definition of perfect. And now....”
“....Now you’re my entire definition of perfect.”
That earned him a long, lingering kiss, complete with a little fingernail running across his back.
When I finally stopped, his low sound of satisfaction lingered in my ears.
“What’s your story?” I asked him. “I mean, you’re telling me I’m perfect, but the other night...”
“Oh, God. Cat. I’m really sorry about that. I mean, I’m not sorry, but...”
My brow furrowed and my eyes narrowed. “What?”
“Okay. So you know how I was at USC for the past two years?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I didn’t tell you the whole reason why I left.” His eyes darted away, focusing on his own hand as it moved over the sheet and rested on my hip. “When I was there...I
He closed his eyes and rolled to his back, pushing his pants down and giving me a full view. The hard cut of his abs continued in a solid path down past his hips, the firm lines of his thighs framing his own complete and total hard-as-a-rock, standing-at-attention gorgeousness.
“You have to be kidding me,” I said. “You are human, right? How is it possible that your body is this perfect?”
My hands were like a magnet to his skin, and they set to work tracing every hard bit of it, my fingers dancing along his length and flicking at the head. A strangled moan escaped his throat, and I grinned like a fool.
“Do you have something?” I asked. “I’m on the pill, but...”
He licked his lips, swallowed hard, and nodded. He pulled a small square box from his nightstand and ripped the cardboard strip off of it. An unopened box, and just a three-pack at that. A just-in-case box, not an I-do-this-all-the-time box. I ticked my eyebrow up and smirked in satisfaction. A guy this hot, and I was the one girl, it seemed, he had brought home.
It was my turn for my hands to grab at his hips, for my arms to pull his body to my mouth. My lips covered the place where his shoulder met his neck, and I sucked hard. He groaned, settled between my legs and rocked into me, reaching up to brush the hair away from my face and resting his forehead against mine.
My world exploded into swirling color and heavy breaths and nothingness as my skin drank in every bit of his.
Chapter 10
Afterwards, we laid facing each other, our shoulders pressed together as my fingers trailed down the paths carved by muscle his back. His hand rested on the back of my hip which, freed from fabric and weird sitting positions, curved down into my waist without a single roll.
I was happy.
“I like this,” I murmured.
“Being here with me?”
I kissed him lazily. “That too. But...I don’t know. Lying here, like this, I feel like a
model.”
“What does that even mean, when you say that?”
“Well, when I would do a photo shoot, the clothes would just look absolutely incredible on me. They’d be loose, even. I wore some things that I still drool over. They were masterpieces.”
“Fashion design major. Got it,” he nodded.
“Right. My body made these clothes everything they were supposed to be. It was this tremendous feeling of power, you know? That these clothes were designed with such care, such attention to detail, but my body was the only thing that could make them into everything the artist imagined.”
“How much did you weigh?” Nate asked as his hand grazed the back of my thigh and played at the back of my knee.
“I was at one-twenty, and I think it was only that much because I’ve always had these shoulders and arms.”
“You mean, the beautifully toned ones?”
I blushed. “I always thought I was a better rider when my upper body was strong—that I’d be able to handle the barrels and the jumps better. Guess that wasn’t quite true. Anyway, that was why so many of the designers asked for me. I was unique as a subset of their definition of perfect. And now....”
“....Now you’re my entire definition of perfect.”
That earned him a long, lingering kiss, complete with a little fingernail running across his back.
When I finally stopped, his low sound of satisfaction lingered in my ears.
“What’s your story?” I asked him. “I mean, you’re telling me I’m perfect, but the other night...”
“Oh, God. Cat. I’m really sorry about that. I mean, I’m not sorry, but...”
My brow furrowed and my eyes narrowed. “What?”
“Okay. So you know how I was at USC for the past two years?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I didn’t tell you the whole reason why I left.” His eyes darted away, focusing on his own hand as it moved over the sheet and rested on my hip. “When I was there...I
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