Page 191 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

He nodded. “One too many Cadbury eggs.”

“Why haven’t your sisters told me about that?”

“Because they value their lives.”

She grinned as he did.

“I like this,” he said, trailing his hands down the sides of her waist. “When it’s just the two of us. It feels like it’s been too long since it’s just been you and me.”

“It’s nice.” She nipped his chin, then kissed him. “But I think we can make it even nicer,” she whispered against his lips.

He raised his brow. “Your mom’s downstairs.”

She shrugged, also missing the way things had been before she found the picture in the library. “What was she doing when you came upstairs?”

“Answering the phone. She said something about a Halloween festival with your sister, your dad, and the grandkids.”

“I’m betting she’s still on the phone. My nephew Trevor is a talker.”

“Callie—”

She reached down and rubbed his erection beneath the barrier of denim. “We’ll be quiet.”

He let his palms wander over the yoga pants she’d changed into before her nap, giving her butt a squeeze. “If you want to do this, I’m game. But you’re the screamer.”

She chuckled. “You wish.”

His left eyebrow winged up. “Is that a challenge?”

She shook her head adamantly, fully aware that Nate could in fact make her lose control and often did.

He grinned. “That’s a good answer.” He rolled her to her back. “We’d both be a little embarrassed when we all tried to pretend that I hadn’t just been upstairs bopping you in my old bedroom.” He lifted her top and went after her breasts, nibbling, then suckling her nipples through her bra before he went after the front clasp. “All bras should be made with the clasp right here.”

She gripped his strong triceps. “Agreed.” She snuck her hands beneath his shirt and ran them up his muscled back, whimpering as the heat of his mouth scorched her skin.

He groaned, moving to press kisses between the valley of her breasts. “So we’re going for quiet.”

“Mmm. And quick.” She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, fighting them past his hips. “I just want you inside me.” She pulled his mouth down on hers, craving to be joined.

“We should probably make that happen, then.” He made fast work of ridding her of her pants and panties, helping her pull one leg free.

“Yes.”

He teased them both, sliding his fingers along her aroused, sensitized skin. “God, you’re wet.”

She moaned, moving her hips. “Get inside me, Nate.”

He wasted no time penetrating her, inhaling a sharp breath as she gasped.

She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper as he kept his pace slow, staring into her eyes. This was what she’d needed—this connection and moment that was only theirs.

He kissed her, gliding his tongue along hers as he laced their fingers. “Are you sure you don’t want to scream?”

She smiled before it disappeared as she whimpered.

“But you want to come?”

“Yes.”