I look between us at Nate’s tented jeans. A sudden reality strikes me in the moment and a laugh rises from my chest.

His brow furrows over the blindfold. “What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. “Don’t worry about it.”

I push up to kiss him again and he turns his head away.

“No, what are you laughing at?”

“I just...” I sigh, chuckling softly. “I just realized that I’m having sex with Nate Scott.”

He leans back. “You just realized this? Because I’ve had the I’m Having Sex with Kimber Kyle soundtrack playing on repeat in my head since the stairwell.”

I snort. “It’s so weird.”

“Why?” he asks.

“I keep picturing that photo of you in the yearbook by the lockers with Will and Jovie,” I say. “You seem so different now than what I thought you were back then.”

He smiles. “Better or worse?”

I cup his cheek and he turns into my touch to kiss my palm. “Better,” I answer. “So much better that I’m kicking myself for not noticing you until now.”

“To be honest,” he kisses the tip of my nose, “I’m happy you didn’t notice me at all back then.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I would have fucked this up. Guaranteed,” he jokes.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Finding a clitoris with a blindfold on would have definitely been an issue.”

I throw my head back, laughing harder. He takes the opportunity to lay kisses on my neck. I guide him back to my lips and I kiss him hard as I reach down to unzip his jeans.

“Well, let’s see what you got now, milkman,” I tease.

Nate pushes up and balances back on his knees. I watch him as he pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it to the floor. I bite my lip, eyes admiring his toned torso as he slips his jeans down below his ass.

His cock stands on end and my brow piques.

Hello, Nate Scott.

He pauses and tilts an ear in my direction. “Okay, no laughter. That’s a good sign.”

I chuckle and grab the pillow behind me to smack him with it.

He jolts in surprise, quickly blocking the second hit and taking it from me. As he falls forward, he tosses the pillow behind me and it knocks the lamp over on the nightstand. I glance back to look for damage and he pins me to the bed.

I rest my thighs on either side of him, taking another look downward to admire his body.

His lips find mine for one long, smooth kiss. “Do I need a condom?” he asks.

“I’m on birth control,” I answer. “You clean?”

“Squeaky. You?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He nods. “Glad we got that out of the way.”

He kisses me again as he kicks off his shoes. I help him push his jeans down to his ankles and he nudges them away.

I lie back, relishing in the feeling of him towering over me. My entire body tingles with anticipation and I part my legs a little wider around his waist. I touch his chest and arms as he lowers down to take my lips again.

“I want you to do it,” he whispers, his voice a low growl.

I slide a hand between us and he sighs the moment my fingers wrap around him. He’s so hard in my palm, I can’t help but give him a few firm strokes as I guide him toward my entrance.

Our lips graze. We share warm, eager breaths. He touches me the way I’ve longed to be touched for so long. If I could bottle this moment, I would. If I could keep us here, suspended in lust, I would live here forever.

I push him inside of me. I open myself for him, relaxing everything to let him thrust inside. Our bodies lock together. He moves slowly, feeling how tight I am around him.

“You feel amazing,” he says.

I try to speak, to tell him the same, but my words blend into an unintelligible moan. His lips curl as he takes my hands and guides them over my head. He picks up his speed, easily holding me in place as he grinds harder.

Again, I hold a laugh in my throat. Nate Scott? The dorky son of the milkman. Better late than never.

He releases my hands and pushes himself up, staying deep inside of me as he moves. His hips continue pulsing as he leans over me and caresses up and down my body with one hand. Feeling me. Seeing me. Fucking me senseless.

“Nate,” I moan, finding my voice.

He halts in place, his heading cocking to the side to hear better. “Say that again,” he says.

I grin, crawling a hand up his chest to cup his cheek. “Nate,” I say again, breathy and wild.

Nate lowers down and kisses me. “I love the way you say my name.”

I raise my left knee and rest it on his shoulder. “Keep going... and I’ll say it again.”

He smirks and adjusts to a new angle, one that instantly makes my toes twitch with pleasure. He senses it and holds me with strong hands, taking me with quick, firm thrusts.

Every breath feels more intense than the last.

Every buck of his hips makes my head spin.

Every touch creates a spark between us and we moan, unable to contain the heat.

“Nate,” I say, my voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

He laughs, as speechless as I am. The pounding continues, curling my toes and tempting me to the edge. I bite my lip, trying not to focus too much on it or else it’ll go away. I don’t want this feeling to stop. I don’t want it to end. I don’t... oh, God...

The tension snaps and we both let out deep groans. I lie back, riding out my orgasm as Nate finishes inside me. My leg slips from his shoulder and tears spring to my eyes. I twitch beneath him with a mix of bliss and sobs.

Nate pauses. “Are you okay?” he asks, hearing my tears.

“Yes,” I answer, wiping them off my cheeks. “I’m fine. I’m fine...”

He touches my face. “Are you sure?”

I pull him back to me and kiss him from his forehead to his nose and mouth. “No one has ever made me come this way before,” I tell him.

Nate smiles. “Really?”

I exhale, my stomach quivering with butterflies. “Not bad, milkman,” I say.

He kisses me again before resting his head on my chest.

I run my fingers through his hair as my heart pounds. “Not bad at all.”