Sweet Surrender by Angel Steel

she was finished, she stripped her clothes and hopped into the shower. The pressure from the showerhead was welcoming. Shifting her shoulders around, so they weren’t as stiff, she leaned her head against the wall. The pain was gone from her side, she realised as she turned around. Maybe I should say something to my doctor at the next appointment .
    Rinsing the soap off of her body, she remembered that she needed to call Chantal to see if there was anything she had missed in their conversation. She was just so tired, and that was the best sleep she had had in the last several weeks. She also needed to go and see a therapist; the nightmares were getting worse, and she needed her sleep. They were draining, these nightmares she had. They felt so real, that she was back to reliving them, again. Not wanting to think about it anymore, she pondered what Chantal said about Nate. Maybe it would be all right to just sleep with him and have no emotions between them. She let out a frustrated groan. How was she going to do that? Her body wanted him in a bad way, but her heart was still unsure about him.
    She turned the water off, and reached for a towel. She dried herself off, and all she could think of now was Nate, shirtless, working on one of the cars in his shop—sweat running down his well-muscled chest, covered in grease. Her core clenched at the thought of having him inside her again.
    “Stupid hormones,” she mumbled as she exited the bathroom.
    “What’s stupid?”
    Where the hell did he come from? Great! Just what she needed. Her hormones were calling for him to do wicked things to her, and now he’s standing in her room, looking as sexy as he always did.
    “Nothing,” she mumbled again. Walking up to her draws and pulling out a long t-shirt and shorts, she turned to head back into the bathroom to get dressed.
    Nate was behind her in seconds, stopping her by grabbing onto her hips. Please don’t . She couldn’t deal with him touching her right then .
    “Where are you going?” he whispered against her ear.
    She could not help but moan as his breath lingered over her ear, and she leaned her head to the side. “I need to get dressed.”
    Nate slid his hand up slowly over her bulging belly and stopped just below her breast, rubbing his thumb gently under it. Just that single touch from him sent her body up in flames.
    “Let me help you get dressed, baby.” She knew the way he said that, there was no way she was getting dressed—more like, less dressed.
    Glancing down at where his hands were, she watched as the towel around her body was untied and dropped to the floor. She gasped as the cold air hit her semi-wet body, but the heat emerging from the inside of her body quickly pushed it away. Both of his hands covered her breasts and squeezed, pinching her nipples in the process.
    Her hands held on to the top of his thighs, feeling the muscles flexing under her touch. Moving behind her, Nate pressed his crotch into her naked ass, grinding against her.
    “Nate,” she moaned. All thoughts had left her head; the only one that stayed was of being naked and sweaty below Nate as he made love to her.
    Turning her body around in his arms, she decided not to fight it anymore. She slid her hands down his shoulders, over his chest, where they lingered over his nipples. Smiling up at him, she leaned forward and took one of them in her mouth, and bit hard.
    Nate’s head fell back on his shoulders and his grip tightened on her hips as he let out a moan. Her belly was snuggled against his cock that was straining in his jeans. Moving lower down his body, his abs flinched as she ran her fingertips over each one, and his breathing picked up faster, as her touch hovered over the top of his pants.
    One of her hands gripped the top of his pants, and the other stroked a finger up and down his shaft. Nate hissed. Grinning, she undid the zipper, pulled out his cock, and started fondling it while her other hand moved inside and massaged his