Page 65 of Keeping Amanda
He leaned over her, resting on his side, their bodies touching from hip to chest. He fingered a lock of her bed-head hair tenderly as he stared down at her, waiting for her to recover and open her eyes.
When she did, the love he saw there was humbling. And scary. Because Buck wasn’t sure he deserved it. Deservedher.
“Hi,” she said a little shyly.
Which was cute as fuck.
“Hi,” he returned. “You good?”
“I’m perfect.”
“It wasn’t too much?Iwasn’t too…much?” he asked, feeling uncertain. The sex had been the best he’d ever had, hands down, but he wasn’t sure where she stood.
“It was perfect,” she breathed.
Buck relaxed. Thank fuck.
“I’m going to go check on Rain, get rid of this condom. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“I don’t think I could move if my life depended on it,” she mumbled.
Buck was grinning as he reluctantly got off the mattress. Walking butt naked into the bathroom, he did what he needed to do, then quickly looked into the living area. Rain was snoring loudly on the pile of blankets in the corner.
Returning to the bedroom, Buck saw that Mandy had indeed moved. She’d pulled a sheet up and over her body, which was a disappointment, but he understood. They were still new to each other. He didn’t comment on it, just crawled under the sheet with her. She turned onto her side, and he immediately cuddled up behind her, as they’d done for so many nights in the jungle. There was something so right about the position. About being here with her like this.
They were silent for several moments before Buck whispered, “I’m falling in love with you too.” He hadn’t been able to speak when she’d said the same words before, but he needed her to know how he felt.
She squeezed the arm that was around her waist and sighed with contentment.
At least, that’s what he hoped she was feeling.
“Thanks for being here. For not freaking out when I asked you to stay over.”
“Why would I freak out when it’s what I wanted too? I’m glad you were brave enough to say what you wanted, because we’re here as a result.”
A few minutes later, he heard her breaths deepen, and he was content to simply lie there and hold her as she slept. His life had changed for the better, and he’d never be so glad in his life that he’d been the one to volunteer to go to Guyana for the mission.
Soon, Buck heard the sound of toenails on the laminate floor. Rain came into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. He did a few circles at their feet before lying down with a huge sigh.
Buck could only smile and be thankful the dog had waited until they were done with their sexy times before coming in. He truly didn’t mind Rain being on the bed; after all the dog had done for them and how hard his life had been, he deserved the best they could give him. But Buck drew the line at him being there when they were making love.
He fell asleep feeling more relaxed and satisfied than he’d ever been. Life was good, and would hopefully only get better with Mandy at his side.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Amanda was on top of the world. She didn’t have her life figured out, but having Nash in it was a bonus she’d never expected to enjoy when she’d made the decision to go to Guyana. A week had gone by since their return, and she and Nash had settled into a comfortable routine quite easily. He’d been sleeping at her apartment most nights, because of Rain, but she and the dog had gone over to his place one night as well.
It was as if they’d known each other all their lives. He was comfortable to be around and was always looking after her. He made breakfast for them every morning, and even though he had to get up early to go to the base to work out with his team, and for meetings of one kind or another, she’d always been a morning person so it wasn’t a big deal to get up when he did.
Sleeping with him—actually sleeping—was amazing as well. He was just as much a cuddler now as he’d been in the jungle. Having him at her back while she slept was a comfort Amanda didn’t know she needed or wanted.
And the sex? Yeah, that was a big perk.
She supposed it shouldn’t be a surprise that Nash was pretty dominant in bed. He moved her where he wanted her, did whathe wanted to her, and seemed to have a thing for making her orgasm over and over. Not that it was a hardship in the least. But he always made sure she was with him all the way, and that he wasn’t doing anything to hurt her or that she didn’t want.
The most surprising thing was how much Amanda enjoyed letting him take charge. Not having to think about how to position herself, or wonder whether or not Nash might like something, was a freedom she hadn’t expected. It allowed her to simply feel, to enjoy the sensations he brought forth, and she could be more in the moment with him.
But he also didn’t expect sex every night, which was nice. Some nights all they did was watch TV then curl up together in bed and talk about nothing and everything. It reminded her of the jungle, how they’d talk to pass the time.
