It's been like this since I moved in with him, we can't get enough of each other.

Nathan has me backed up against the wall in the hallway just outside our bedroom door. We were headed toward the king size bed waiting for us just a few feet away-- and then his hand moved between my thighs and I lost my sense of direction.

I feel my own fingers tighten in his flesh just above the waist band of his jeans as my body writhes against his hand while his fingers delve deep inside me.

My head falls back against the wall and the narrow room spins with me as he brings me over the edge and then continues to stroke me slowly till I catch my breath and open my eyes to find him watching me with a smile on his lips.

The sexy smirk and the lust in his eyes is enough to quicken my heart beat all over again.

A quickie in the hallway isn't going to be enough this time. I need my man to take me to our bed so we can do this long and slow and I tell him so.

"Make love to me, Nathan," I whisper into his ear as I reach down to press the thick bulge of his hardness into my palm. "Lay down and let me return the favor," I add a promising squeeze and feel his cock twitch under the denim between us.

We take the few steps through the bedroom door still tangled together, all lips and hands and bodies that refuse to stop touching.

Nathan lays me on the bed gently, freeing me of my clothes as he works his mouth over my body. This time more carefully, taking time to taste and tease his way across my flesh, bringing up goosebumps all over me and making me shiver and pant in anticipation as he moves down my body.

I want to push him back, roll him over, and slide my mouth down his body. I want to feel his abs quiver under my lips and I want to enjoy the way his hands move in my hair as I curl my tongue around his thick shaft.

I wiggle under him, hoping to encourage him to lay down and let me take over but he pins my body with his hands as he kneels between my thighs.

"I promise I'll only make you come once this way," he teases softly before the tip of his tongue draws down the seam of my pussy and begins working back to my clit.

He knows I want him inside me, that we've spent too much time building up for me to be truly satisfied until I feel him filling me up. And he knows he can make me come so many more times than just once-- this way or any other way-- and I'll let him wear me out till we're spent and panting and asleep still tangled together.

Nathan's fingers join his mouth and work in tandem till I forget my urgency to get him out of his clothes. In fact, I temporarily forget everything. Everything but how good it feels to come undone all over again, everything but how good it feels to come undone for Nathan.

I'm breathlessly begging for his cock before I've even fully recovered, insistently pulling him free of his clothing as I roll both of us over and straddle his thighs.

"God, you look good up there, baby." Nathan's voice is deep and raspy, his hands grip my thighs, and he moves me so that the head of his dick slips against my wetness.

His eyes close momentarily and his mouth opens in a sharp intake of breath as I lower myself onto his hardness, putting all my effort into going slow and enjoying watching his pleasure.

The feel of his thickness filling me up inch by inch is too good. I can't stand to torture myself any longer by going slow and I let my body plunge down until I gasp at the feeling of having the full length of him fully seated inside me.

His hands tighten in the hinge of my thighs and I know he's ready for me to move.

"Harder," he tells me hoarsely as he pulls me firmly against him, "I want you to come on my cock."

I lean forward and steady myself with my hands against his chest. Every time he talks to me so bluntly while we're fucking, it does something inside me that I can't control.

There's no holding back, no way I can refuse to grant his request when he's gripping me so tightly and thrusting up to meet my movements as I grind against him.

It's not unusual for us to come together, both of us panting and grasping at each other as our bodies move together as one, and that's what's happening now.

I can feel his cock pull back inside me, as if it's trying to twitch but is held captive as my walls clench tightly around it. I feel my pussy begin to pulse and my nails dig into Nathan's chest as I begin my next topple over the edge.

Suddenly he feels thicker, longer, harder for just a moment and then he's pumping into me, both us of us clutching and gasping and finally collapsing.

I lay against his chest, Nathan's hand stroking my hair, gently pushing the sweaty strands off my forehead as I listen to the steady beat of his heart return to its resting rate.

"Marry me, Tiffany," he says.

"I think that's been the plan all along," I laugh lightly and stroke the trail of hair the runs along his abdomen.

"No, really," he starts and then kisses the top of my head before continuing, "marry me because we would have fallen in love if we'd met any other way, not because we both happened to pay the same person to find us something sensible to keep us from dying alone."

My hand stills against his chest. "A sensible arrangement," I'd told her. I wasn't expecting to feel passion for a man again. I didn't think I'd ever fall in love with another man-- I didn't think I wanted to.

It all seems so far away now. So impossible to think that I'd ever thought I'd be content to be with a man I wasn't hopelessly in love with.

"Let me simplify things for you, Mrs. Henries-Rowe," I can hear the smile on his face even though I don't look up when he speaks.

"How are you going to do that?" I smile too as my fingers resume tracing their tiny circles on his chest.

"I'm going to give you just one last name."

There was a time in my life when that would have felt like something was being taken away from me. But when Nathan whispers it gently as we lie together still naked and sticky from lovemaking in the bed we recently bought to share for the rest of our lives?

"That sounds like a great idea," I say. And it does, it sounds like a gift. I feel my body relax, moulding to his even more completely than I thought possible and a happiness spreads through me that I can't remember ever feeling before.

"Yes," I answer his original question, "Yes, Nathan Wright, I'm going to marry you. I'm going to marry you because I love you, because I would have fallen in love with you no matter how we met, but," I finally move my head and look up at him, "I'm still pretty happy about not dying alone."

I giggle a little as he gives my shoulders a playful squeeze.

"And I don't regret hiring Raven one bit to make finding you easier," he tells me.

"Worth every penny," I agree.