Adelie is forced to stay the night at the old farmhouse – and she’s not too thrilled about it.
Adelie shrugged off her coat. Nate caught it and hung it up, then turned back towards her. Instinctively she stepped closer, and he took her into his arms. In the chilly air of the hallway, he was warm and cosy. One hand slipped up her back and settled on her nape, fingers digging into her hair.
“Why are you upset?” He whispered.
She sighed. “I’m not upset… I’m… not used to this yet? I wanted to take things slow. Enjoy dating, letting things build up gradually. Make sure I know what I’m feeling before I take the next step.”
“Mh, I see.” His voice was a soothing rumble. “And why do you think staying here would lead to rushing things?” The caress of his fingers on her nape was maddeningly sweet. He smelled good, and she snuggled closer, pressing her nose into the space between his shirt collar and his neck.
“Because my self-control has limits.” Just to prove her point, she brushed a kiss onto his stubbly throat. To her surprise, which manifested in a very girly squeal, he scooped her up and carried her back into the nice, warm living room, where the embers of the fire filled the room with a faint glow. A swift kick with his heel closed the door behind them and shut out the cold.
“Whatever the limits of your self-control are, I’m not going to test them in the frigid cold hallway,” he mumbled into her hair as he sat down with his load on the sofa.
“Guess I should be thankful for your consideration,” she teased, huddling into his embrace. His warm male body was irresistible. He nuzzled her neck.
“I’d love to make you come undone, babe.”
Her hand found its way onto his nape, playing with his hair. “The trouble is, you don’t need much to make me come undone.”
Nate chuckled. “Is this the ex-racer speaking, putting the pedal to the metal, eager to reach the finish line?”
“Maybe.” She rested her forehead against his, staring into the bottomless blue of his eyes. “We’re both risk-loving, competitive people. That’s a combination as safe as gasoline and a box of matches.”
Nate roared a merry laugh, his whole body vibrating underneath her. “Are you afraid of a big BOOM…?”
“Nate!” She shoved him and he wrapped her in one of his wonderful hugs. Truth was, she loved being in his arms.
“You can have my bed, and I’ll sleep here. How about that? Sounds less dangerous?”
“Sounds lonely. And cold.” She pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, looking into his beautiful blue eyes as if the answer to her conundrum was hiding there. “I don’t know.”
He chuckled again and kissed her temple. “How about watching Peter, Polly and the Inca Temple, and we decide afterwards about the sleeping arrangements?”
Nate woke from the sweet sensation of breath wafting over his naked chest. The second thing he noticed was the warmth of a human body. A supple, female body nestled snuggly against him, a leg hooked around his, a hand on his chest. Her head was on his shoulder, his arm loosely around her waist. He was conquered, and he surrendered happily to Adelie’s sleepy invasion. Her chest moved with the ebb and flow of her breathing. Calm. Peaceful. Adelie sighed and burrowed her nose in the crook of his neck, causing a whole flurry of emotions to rise in him. There were familiar desire and the still new but now accepted need to protect her against everything. He tightened his arm around her, feeling her ribcage move under his hand. There was also something else, a third emotion joining the chorus in him, a bright and jubilant voice, hopeful, powerful. He let it fill him because, with Adelie in his arms, everything felt right as rain. Her hair smelled faintly of jasmine as he brushed a soft kiss onto her forehead. This caused her to stir, to turn and to free his aching shoulder, but also gave him the opportunity to spoon with her, to bury his face in her hair and to wrap his arm tightly around her. A tiny, happy sound that he answered with a soothing growl he had no idea he could make. For a while, he drifted in and out of sleep, happily wrapped inside a bubble of bliss, until nature demanded a trip across the freezing hallway to the bathroom. As he slipped back under the covers, Adelie moved.
“Nate?” Her sleepy, raspy voice was tinged with worry.
“Yeah, I’m here babe. Go back to sleep.”
She nestled into his embrace, face pressed against his sternum. “Where’ve you been?” She mumbled.
“You’re cold.” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her warm, pliable body, tugging at the sheets until they covered his shoulders. “There, better.”
He chuckled and nuzzled the crown of her head. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“I should make breakfast and get you home,” he said.
It was still too dark to see, although the slit in the curtains gradually became more visible. Adelie emerged from the cave formed by his body and the sheets, her body brushed against his. “Do you want to get rid of me?”
“What? No!” He wrapped his arms around the smooth curve of her waist, ignoring the opportunity to slip his hands under her shirt.
“Then why’d you want to get me home?” Her legs tangled with his and her hand smoothed over his pecs and came to rest in the tuft of chest hair. He grabbed her firmly and rolled on his back, pulling her with him, so that she ended up halfway on top of him. She squeaked in surprise but didn’t move away.
“I don’t want to bring you home. I don’t even want to get out of bed. But I thought you’d might have errands to run or other stuff to do. You didn’t plan to stay overnight after all.”
She stretched, squishing her breasts against him in the process. Then she settled in his arm, her head on his chest. She sighed, then said: “The only thing waiting for me is dirty laundry and an engines textbook.”
He pushed his hand into the waterfall of chestnut silk that flowed over his shoulder until he found her neck. She made a contented sound as he gently massaged it.
Nate’s touch was firm but not painful. Somehow he seemed to know exactly where to gently knead her strained neck muscles. The steady beat of his heart lulled Adelie back to a state of slumber, so she almost jumped as he eventually spoke again.
“When we fetch your laundry and the textbook, will you stay until tomorrow night?”
A whole weekend with him. Another night in his arms, which was reason enough to stay, but there was so much more. More kisses, more cuddles, more of his excellent company. Maybe even more massages. She craned her neck a little to brush a kiss on his stubbly throat, causing a rumbly growl of contentment in him. “Forget the laundry, I can do that next week. Toothbrush, nighty and hairbrush are mandatory, though.”
His chuckle made him quiver under her. “Don’t you like to sleep in my t-shirt?”
She lifted her head and shifted closer, feeling for his face with her hand until she found it. Leaning in, she brushed her lips over his and whispered: “It’s very comfy, but lacks a little sex appeal.”
“You’ve no idea how sexy it is to see your girl in one of your shirts.”
“Oh, is it? Maybe I’ll ditch the nighty then too…”
His hand had left her neck in favour of groping her bottom, and she giggled happily. His face was just a charcoal-sketched shadow in the faint morning light, but her fingertips filled in the details she couldn’t see: Bushy eyebrows, the scruff on his cheeks and the generous curve of his lips.
“So you’ll stay?” His voice was soft and hopeful.
“I’ll stay.” A sigh of relief lifted his chest, compelling her to bury her face in the crook of his neck and to hold on to his broad shoulder. They fell silent again and just laid there in the twilight. Nate absentmindedly stroked her back in languid movements.
“I should really make breakfast. And check the conditions outside.” He eventually said.
“Do you have to?”
A soft laugh. “We have to leave the bed at some point…”
She sighed dramatically, causing him to laugh even more. “If you say so.”
He moved, dropping her into the pillow in the process, but to make up for it, he also kissed her cheek tenderly. She slid her hands over his neck into his hair, holding him closely. “You said you don’t want to leave the bed…”
“Never said I’d particularly enjoy leaving it.” Nose tips rubbed against each other. “Happy that you decided to sleep here, and not on the sofa?”
She chuckled and ran her fingers through the short hairs at the back of his head. “Very happy.”