PULSE (Part Four)(20)

He shakes his head and pulls my body tighter into his. "If you leave me, I'm done. My heart goes with you."
"You said you don't do romantic, Nathan." I look up into his face.
"This isn't romance, Jessica." He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses my palm. "This is me, telling you, what I feel."
I stare at his lips as they touch my skin. "You're being serious?"
"Completely." He reaches down to brush his lips against mine. "I'd die for you, Jessica. I would jump in front of a subway train if it was going to hit you. I'd kill someone for hurting you. "He lowers his head and rubs his cheek against mine. "I'm not good with words. I want to be with you. However you'll have me."
"You know I'm scared of all of it." I don't have to define it. He knows. He's always known.
"I sometimes think about what my life would have been like if I knew you when I was a kid." The corners of his lips jump into a wide smile. "I never would have touched another woman. I never would have looked at anyone else. My heart would have been yours forever."
"You're romantic." I feel tears welling in the corner of my eyes. "You know that you are."
"I know that with you I have no barriers." He glides his hand over my thigh and up to my hip. "I know that I want to spend every moment I have left on this earth right here in this spot with you."
"We can't stay here forever."
"Not here, Jessica." He points to the floor. "Here." His hand grazes over my chest before resting on his own. "In my heart. In your heart."
"No pressure for anything more?" I cock a brow. "We take it slow and easy."
"You're going to marry me one day and we're going to have a baby." The words spill out so fast I have to stop to think about them.
"Nathan." I tap him on his nose. "That's not slow and easy."
"You're right." His lips glide across mine. "We'll take it however fast you want it, but you're moving in."
"Nathan." I try to sound angry but I can't. How can I when he's almost literally opening his chest so I can see what's in his heart and soul?
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You have so much of your shit here. Clothes, shoes, gum wrappers, magazines." His fingertips brush across my cheek. "We're going to get the rest of your stuff tonight and you're living here. No arguments."
"No arguments," I agree as I pull his arms around me. "What will we do until then?"
"I can think of something." His hand lazily runs between my thighs.
"Nathan." The need is more pressing than it's ever been. If I don't do this now I may never do it.
"Jessica?" He tilts my chin up until I'm looking into his eyes. "What is it?"
"It's just that...I wanted to tell you." Shit, Jessica. It's just three words. You can do this. You feel it. You've felt it since he kissed you at the club. Okay, maybe back then that was lust, but who could blame you? Look at him, just look at his gorgeous face. He loves you. He really truly loves you.
"Jessica?" He repeats my name and I melt a little at the sound of it.
"I love you."
"I know."
"You know?"
"I've always f*cking known. You can't keep your goddamn hands off me."



Epilogue

Six months later…

"You're f*cking going to marry me, Jessica." He pounds his cock into me from behind as I'm bent over the back of the couch. "You want to feel this every day of your life."
"I don't need a ring for this." I push back, milking his dick with my body. I love the way it feels when he takes me completely, quickly, like this without any barriers at all. "You never should have brought me back here."
"Goddammit." His hand reaches around to grab my breast. "I'm going to shoot my load all over your back."
I pull away harshly and his cock falls from my body. I'm on my knees in an instant and the growl that I receive is reward enough for me. "Turn around." I grab both of his calves, trying to move his strong legs.
"Jessica," his whisper is barely audible. I can't hear anything other than the pounding of my heart as he twists his body to give me exactly what I want.
"Ah, f*ck. Yes." He leans back against the couch and twists his hands through my hair. "Just like that, baby."
His words are my fuel and I take his beautiful cock deeper into my mouth. I look up at him. He looks exactly as he did the first night I took him in my mouth. He's still almost fully dressed. His pants are undone, his dress shirt a wrinkled mess and half-unbuttoned. His long eyelashes fluttering closed as I pump the thick root with my hand and suck on the tip. I spread my legs wider, putting my entire naked body on display for him.
"Shit, you're f*cking gorgeous." He pumps himself harder into my mouth. "You suck cock so good, Jessica. It's so goddamn good."
I stare up at him, lost in his pleasure. I need his release. I need him to give it to me. Even after all this time, I crave his body endlessly. I can't get enough of the way he tastes, the way he smells, the way he feels when he's giving everything to me.
"I'm going to shoot my load right down that beautiful throat."
It's a promise and a threat. He knows I struggle with how much he gives to me. He knows I need and want it all. "Come for me now," I whisper against his cock. "Shoot it into me."