Rescued Love (Sweetwater Valley #7)

CHAPTER 15

KIMBALL

When we pull up to my building, I glance over at Nathan. He’s been quiet, but the drive has also been short. There have been times in my life when I wished I could read someone’s mind, and this is one of them.

Is he regretting his bold declarations? Is he second guessing calling me his? Does he miss his life in the city? Could he want to go back?

Fuck. I hate insecurities; they’re insidious and once one latches on, it’s hard to shake it.

“Nathan?”

He turns toward me, his dark eyes roaming over my face. I’m not sure what he sees there—probably all my fears lit up like a damn neon sign—but his expression softens. He reaches over and cups one of my cheeks with his hand.

I can feel the start of a callous on his palm and the pads of his fingers. In another few weeks I’m sure you won’t even be able to tell that there was a time when he didn’t work with his hands. The thought makes me smile as I stare into his eyes, getting lost in the earnest way his brown orbs take me in.

“I meant what I said,” his voice is like a lullaby with the way it wraps around me. “I haven’t been happy for a long time, but it’s different here. The thought of leaving, of not being in your life, makes me feel sick.”

“That’s a really big step,” my worries bleed into my voice.

He nods, his eyes serious. “It is and it’s not fair to put my happiness entirely on your shoulders. That’s not what I’m trying to do. It’s not just meeting you that has me wanting to never leave, even though that is a big part of it. It’s this place and the way people lead with kindness. It’s how I feel like I can finally breathe. I didn’t even realize how difficult it had become.”

I sigh and lean toward him slightly. He meets me partway, our foreheads pressed together. “You wanna come in?”

The smile he gives me lights up his entire face and I swear even the stars above us sigh. “Of course,” he rasps. “Need you, Kitten.”

Goosebumps break out on my skin and my pussy clenches around nothing. There’s a promise in his words, a promise of pleasure that I am certainly not going to pass up. I need him too.

“Need you too, Nathan,” I whisper.

With a quick peck to my lips, he’s out of the truck and around to my side so fast that I can’t help but giggle. I love the way he cares for me, which he reminds me of as he opens my door and then leads me inside.

Normally his hand on the small of my back is all comfort, but right now it’s desire and fucking want. His palm is warm, the feeling seeping through my clothing. Even though his touch is light, I can feel the weight of promise in his touch.

I’m practically a ball of frustration when we finally get into my apartment. As he spins me and presses me against my door, I let out a small gasp. His lips are right there, and he swallows down the sound as his tongue dives into my mouth and I melt into him.

My breasts feel heavy, needy for his mouth, as he devours me. I’ve never wished for disintegrating clothing more than I am right now. I want to feel his skin against mine.

“Don’t tease me,” I moan against his lips, “please.”

With a growl, Nathan starts to pull my clothing off. His movements are jerky and hurried. Even though I can hardly wait to feel him fill me, amusement bubbles up inside my chest and I giggle.

“Can’t have my woman begging me for what she needs,” he grunts when I’m naked and he starts shedding his clothing with single-minded focus.

I tease him, “Oh? Do I know this woman?”

“My Kitten,” he growls.

His hands clasp on my waist as he lifts me and presses me back against the door. When he dips his head down and sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth, I arch my back leaving only my shoulders against the door.

My fingers delve into his hair, and I hold him in place as he teases my nipple, circling it with his tongue. When he sucks again, harder this time, I can feel my wetness dripping out of me.

“Are you wet for me, Kimball?” His voice is a feral growl that has me shivering in his arms. He lets go of my nipple with a pop and looks up into my eyes. The smirk on his face is downright sinful. “Yeah,” he husks, “you’re dripping for me. I don’t even need to touch you to find out the answer.”

Holy alpaca wool.

This man.

My man.

“Nathan,” there’s a warning in my voice, but there’s little to no heat behind it.

He knows how much I need him, how much I need him inside of me. The thing is, he needs me just as much. I can feel it down to my marrow.

His cock slides between my pussy lips when he presses his hips forward. The delicious friction is like a cascade of pleasure through my body, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

When the head of his cock bumps against my clit, I jolt in his arms and tighten my legs around his hips. I let out a keening sound, one of pure fucking pleading, and watch as his eyes darken, and pupils dilate. He doesn’t give me what I’m desperate for, though.

No. Instead, he lowers his head and takes my other nipple, the one he so callously ignored moments ago, into his mouth. He sucks gently at first, increasing the pressure until I’m grinding down against his hips as moans fall from my lips.

I’m about to beg, to sob out my need, when he pulls his hips back just enough to notch the head of his cock at my entrance. I freeze, not wanting him to keep teasing me and bracing myself for the feeling of fullness I know is about to send me into the stratosphere.

His hips jut forward, filling me to the hilt with one thrust, as he bites down on my nipple. I fucking explode, the walls of my pussy pulling at his length as white sparkles dance across the black of my vision because my eyes are screwed tight.

My thighs are shaking, my orgasm rolling through me in a way I’ve never felt before. Everything around me is heightened. His panting breaths that cut through the quiet and I can feel against my heated skin. The pumping of his blood through the veins of his cock as he holds himself inside of me for what feels like forever. The tension of his shoulders as he holds onto his control to not fuck me senseless against the door.

But that’s exactly what I want him to do.

I curl my fingers around his shoulders, my nails digging into his back as my head falls back against the door with a soft thump. Just when I’m about to threaten him to get him to move, he pulls out of me. Slowly.

So fucking slowly.

The drag of his shaft against the sensitive walls of my pussy, still fluttering from the pleasure there was no way for me to brace for, makes it feel like a spring is coiling inside my gut. Again. Already.

Aftershocks roll through me, and it feels like its forever until just the head of his cock is still lodged inside of me. The cool air assaults my nipple, wet from his mouth and puckering after the change in temperature.

There is fire in the depths of his brown eyes when he looks at me this time and I know, just fucking know, that I won’t be able to look away. Not when he finally starts to move. Not when he pushes me over the edge with the promise to catch ME again in his arms. Not when we’re so lost in each other that we can’t remember to breathe.

The world stills.

Peace wraps around us.

Our future smiles upon us, grateful and happy for a chance.

Warmth fills me.

Then, only then, does he move.

His movement is hard, making me scream, “Nathan.”

But he doesn’t stop. The feral glint in his eyes tells me he can’t.

He moves harder and harder with every stroke, his cock filling me as deep as he can and his balls slapping against my ass every time he thrusts forward. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, our eyes still locked, “faster, Nathan. I need you to move faster.”

He smirks, knowing that’s exactly what I need. But he doesn’t comply.

He keeps fucking me hard and deep, reaching all the spots of me that I never knew existed until him. Reminding me of who I belong to. Claiming me and marking me in a way that I’ll never forget.

As if I would even want to.

“You’ll take what I give you, Kitten,” he groans.

He clenches his jaw, showing me the strain of him not giving into me. He wants to speed up too, to chase his release and force me over the edge so we explode together. But he’s holding back.

I grip his shoulders tighter and try to move my hips against his, wanting more, needing fucking more. He clamps one his hands down on my undulating hips while pressing me back against the door more firmly, taking my leverage.

“No,” he barks, “you can take, you can take what I give.”

I moan, my heels digging into his ass, wanting to spur him on while knowing I can’t. He won’t bend. He won’t break.

He fucks me deep, so damn deep that it almost hurts. That bite of pain anchors me, it keeps me here, focused on the man who is slowly becoming my world. The man who has stolen my heart, bit by bit, and now holds it in his hands.

The pleasure in Nathan’s eyes deepens, as if he’s able to read my thoughts.

“That’s it, Kitten,” he rasps, “feel me. Feel us. Give into it and let it carry us.”

My breathing comes out in pants, matching his own as pleasure, little sparks of it, settle on my skin. The coil pulls tighter, almost distracting me, but instead of anticipating it, I let go.

I release the worry of what will come next, of what happens if he decides he can’t stay. I allow the pain of not always being able to save the animals who need me drift away. I push the fear of being alone, of not being enough, far from my mind.

Nathan leans forward and rubs his nose against mine, pure fucking joy radiating from him. The change in the way he starts to fuck me is slow, so slow I almost don’t notice.

His thrusts start to speed up and he starts to circle his hips when he’s balls deep inside of me, rubbing his pelvis against my clit.

Our gazes stay locked, echoing and building, thrilling and mounting.

When he reaches between us and pinches my clit, I detonate. My walls tighten around his length, begging him for his cum. Everything shimmers around me, but all I can see are his eyes.

“That’s right, milk my cock,” he grunts as I feel his cock expand.

Pure fucking peace passes across his face when I feel the first jet of cum hit my walls. The warmth of him filling me, of him finding his release in me, spreads through me. I cling to him tighter, wishing he could be closer.

I would crawl inside this man, basking in the beauty of his soul, if I could.

As our bodies become one, he leans forward, our eyes still locked and kisses me gently. The contact is so soft, so gentle, that tears well up in my eyes.

It’s almost too much.

Too much emotion.

Too much good.

Too much forever.

“I know, Kitten,” he whispers against my lips, “I know.”

As we ride the last of our orgasms, I break eye contact and bury my face in his neck. His arms wrap around me fully as he pulls me away from my door. While he carries me into my room, his strides are long and sure.

I’m not even a little bit concerned about him dropping me.

Nathan might not be muscular in a bulky, gym rat kind of way, but he’s strong. Then there is the strength of his character.

I think that’s why he’s been struggling for as long as he has been. He didn’t want to walk away from what he was working towards, but the law he was practicing was also eating away at him, bit by bit. He didn’t want to give up, and I respect the hell out of that, but he was doing himself a disservice.

If coming here was what he needed to see that, then I’m beyond grateful. The fact that I have him in my life now is just a bonus.

All I want is for him to be happy and everything in me hopes that will always include me.

Even if there’s a time when it no longer does—which might kill me—I’ll always want him to be happy.

Nathan peppers kisses on my face as he lays me down on my bed, following me down and blanketing me in his warmth as he does.

“You’re so damn gorgeous, Kimball,” he whispers, his lips sliding along my jawline.

“Nathan,” I sigh, his words burrowing their way into my heart.

Not that I needed them to already be in love with this man.

The words, that confession, are right there on the tip of my tongue. I bite them back because I’m afraid it’s too soon for him. Scaring him away is the last thing I want.

But when I look into his eyes, I can see the love he has for me. Maybe he’s feeling the same thing that I am?

He’s not the kind of man to even considering uprooting his entire life and staying in some small town, staying with me, if he didn’t feel something for me. He just might not realize that’s what he’s feeling yet.

I’m not going to rush him.

His lips coast down the side of my neck, his soft skin barely touching me and making my body heat again. He kisses along my shoulders, and it feels like he’s blanketing me in his love.

When his cock slips free of my body, I let out a little yelp and he chuckles. The sound, deep and filled with amusement, has my heart beating harder in my chest.

The way his eyes dance with mirth when he pulls back and looks down at me, has me wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I bet you just made a mess on your sheets, Kitten,” he teases me.

I arch an eyebrow at him in challenge. “Who, exactly, made that mess?”

“It’s leaking out of your pussy,” he points out, causing my cheeks to heat.

“It’s your,” I scrunch up my face as I fire back, my tone indignant as hell, “spunk that’s the problem.”

Nathan’s laughter fills the room, and I can’t help but join him which does not help the mess problem at all. When’s he’s gotten himself under control enough, he climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I’m trying to figure out if I’ll be able to get out of bed and to the bathroom myself without having to waddle in the most unattractive way possible when I look up to find him holding a washcloth.

I let out a sigh of relief before my mouth falls open as he starts to clean me up. “I thought you’d just hand it to me,” I squeak out.

He winks and shakes his head slowly. “I clean up after myself, Kitten,” there’s an easiness in his voice, a kind of satisfaction, which has pride filling my chest.

I’m not sure if it’s all because of me or not, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling like I’m on top of the world. I want to be the reason he feels at peace, the reason he’s satisfied.

It’s selfish, I know, but I spend most of my time giving, can’t I be a little selfish from time to time? Yeah, I’ve earned a little bit.

Nathan tosses the washcloth away before climbing back into bed with me and wrapping his arms around me. When he pulls me against his chest, my body molds to his. It’s a perfect fucking fit.

I let out a sigh of contentment and relax into him, soaking up his warmth and his affection. His fingers trail through my hair and it’s so damn peaceful that my eyes well up with tears.

This is something I’ve never had with anyone before, this kind of moment. I feel like I can just be with Nathan, and I know how much of a gift that is.

His voice is a contented rasp against my head, “You need anything?”

“I could eat,” I answer honestly.

When I feel his cock start to harden against my ass, I giggle and turn enough to look at him over my shoulder. Hunger and need swirl in his eyes in such a way that I have to squeeze my thighs together in response.

“I, uh,” I swallow hard, “I meant food, but now I’m rethinking things.”

Nathan shrugs and winks before his hand sweeps over my belly, his touch intimate and gentle. “You’ll have to ignore him; he’s been hard since the moment I first saw you. It’s just a given.” He kisses the tip of my nose and snuggles back into me. “I’ll feed you, but I need a few minutes to just hold you.”

“I’m not complaining,” I admit and settle back in, content in the arms of my man.

Why would I complain? This? Here?

It’s perfect.