suddenly looking much more attractive than she remembered. “I see.” She took another sip of whiskey, larger than the last. “You're a smooth talker at least.”
“I guess.”
A flush was rising in her cheeks again and she turned her attention to the apartment. Not that she could see much, but there were a lot of bookshelves. “Are those all comic books?”
“No. Most of those are from my other hobby.” He poured a second glass. “Philosophy.”
“That's a hobby?”
“More like a college degree. But I found out one doesn't get paid to ruminate on the mystery of human existence and the soul.” A quick shrug. “So I got a job managing a coffee shop.”
“That's sad.”
“A little.” A slow grin spread across his face. “Of course, I didn't take philosophy with the purest of intentions, so I suppose it serves me right.”
“What do you mean?”
“I decided on philosophy because I thought it would get me laid.”
Jane blinked. “Did it?”
“Sometimes.”
“Really.”
“Sure.” He tossed back the last of his whiskey and set the glass on the coffee table. “First I'd take a girl someplace private. Like my dorm room.”
Like his apartment.
“And I'd set the mood with candles or music or just talking until she was comfortable.” He moved closer and his hand found her knee again. Warm. Gentle. “Then I'd lean in close and I'd say, Hobbes believed we're all just particles vibrating in the midst of nothingness. A tremor of life. Just chance bits and pieces banging into each other, heating up.” He was close enough she could feel his breath against her lips. “Just vibration and reaction.”
She cleared her throat and took a gulp of whiskey. “That worked?”
He shrugged, but didn't move back to his end of the couch. “College girls are easier.”
Jane thought about that for a minute or two. Tried to think about it but kept getting distracted thinking about Nathan instead. At dinner he had seemed nervous, geeky. A bit of the living-in-his-mother's-basement-at-forty- and-watching-porn kind of guy. Now he was more relaxed. And funny, which made all the difference. When he grinned, which he was doing more and more, it was hot.
“You okay?”
She looked up with a start. “Yeah. Why?”
“You're turning that glass like you're expecting it to make music.”
“Oh.” She tipped the last swallow of Jim Beam into her mouth and set the glass to one side. “Just thinking.”
“Thinking?”
“Well, with the alcohol and the um, circumstances being what they are, I don't want you thinking I'm taking advantage of you.”
“Advantage.” He was clearly amused, mouth curling into the crooked grin that made her heart beat faster.
She laid her hand on his knee, mimicking his posture with her, then, before she could change her mind, slid it up his thigh. There was an immediate flicker of life against her palm as she pressed it against his zipper.
He chuckled, a deep and pleased sound. “What happened to kind of a lousy date?” He moved his hand toward her hip, working little circles with his thumb along the way.
“You changed my mind.”
Nathan paused, a serious quirk forming between his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
She leaned forward and kissed him. He had firm lips — warm too — and his tongue curled easily against her, teasing a soft murmur from her throat. She pulled away reluctantly and smoothed a lock of hair back from his face. “I'm sure.”
He slid his hands under the edge of her sweater and pulled it up over her head in one easy motion. Her bra took a moment longer, then he was kneading her breasts with strong, warm fingers. Sighing, she leaned against the pressure of his hands as he palmed her tits, slowly pulling her toward him. He kissed her again, not letting her go until she was gasping for breath. While she was busy appreciating his tongue in her mouth, he'd gotten a hand under her skirt and tugged her panties down to her knees.
Jane tensed as he stroked the inside of her thighs. I want this. The voice in the back of her head, the one that always made her wait until the fifth or sixth date didn't shut up. She tugged at the buttons on Nathan's shirt, eager for the heat of his skin against hers, eager for the distraction.
He pulled her panties all the way off, then nudged her knees further apart. Even under the shelter of her skirt there was a touch of cooler air against her pussy and she grabbed his wrists, feeling suddenly vulnerable. Exposed.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You're cutting off the circulation in my hands,” he said gently.
“Oh.” She let go. “Sorry.”
“What's wrong?”
“I'm just… stupid.” She pressed her hands to her face, trying desperately not to cry. “I want this. I want you. Very much. But I don't normally do things this fast.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.” She clutched at his hands again. “No. I don't want to stop.”
“Good.” He kissed her fingers. “I don't want to stop either.” Leaning in, he kissed her lips — soft and teasing. He laid her back on the couch as if she might break. “I'll go slow. Okay?”
Jane nodded. “Okay.”
Nathan cupped one breast between both hands, breathing on the nipple, then flicking it lightly with his thumbs. It was electrifying, sending little shocks of pleasure zinging through her before they pooled between her legs. He licked the stiffening nub and grinned when she bit her lip with a groan.
“You like this?”
“Yes,” she said. “Very much.”
He sucked her breast, humming deep in his throat, and she clung to him. There was a growing ache in her pussy, wet and hot and hungry for Nathan's touch. He turned his attention to her other breast and she whimpered. God, he's good. The hesitation that had been crippling moments earlier was melting quickly, prompted by the heat of his mouth on her skin.
He nibbled his way down her belly until he reached the waistband of her skirt. “Can we take this off now?”
She shook her head. “Not yet.”
“Oh.” A flicker of disappointment dulled his smile.
She hooked her fingers into the fabric and pulled it upward, inch by inch.
“Oh.” His voice was husky. “That's even better.” He shifted, kissed the inside of her knee, then a little higher, following the hem of her skirt as she gradually exposed herself. His breath was warm against her pussy. “May I?”
“Yes.” She tangled her fingers in his hair as he covered her clit with his mouth. His tongue circled the throbbing knot, around and around and around, until she was whining with need. “Nathan, please.”
He responded by thrusting his thumb deep into her aching center as he sucked her clit. She wailed, arching up off the couch and shoving her pussy against his mouth. Holding her tight by the hips, he explored every wet fold with his tongue, curling and thrusting it inside her until she climaxed.
She lay for a minute, trying to catch her breath and enjoying the buzz of nerves still echoing with ecstasy.
Nathan waited, stroking her thighs with his strong fingers, until she collected herself enough to sit up a little. “You like this?” he said with a grin.
She reached for his belt buckle. “Let me show you how much.”
