She held still, so, so still, and Nick slowly reached around her, pulling the gear off her harness himself, his hand sliding along her lower back as he did. He clipped the gear to his own harness and then slowly reached back, his rough thumb grazing her lower lip as he gently wiped the chalk smear from her cheek. She stared at him as he did it, her hand still resting on his abdomen, her skin burning under his touch, His adams apple bobbed in a hard swallow as he stared back, saying nothing. It was as though, if they just moved slowly enough, were just quiet enough, then they wouldn't do anything they'd regret, wouldn't do anything to hurt those that they lived with.
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A story of love, in the vertical plane. A young climber finds attraction, but with the wrong man, at the wrong time. Adventures in wild places, high above the ground, have brought them together, but can they resist the pull they have toward one another? Or will they fall, literally and metaphorically, risking all and hurting those they love, just to be together? Only time will tell.
Five years ago, Gabrielle left Castle Rock to follow her high school sweetheart and the father of her child to college. After he walks out of their lives, Gabrielle finds herself back in her home town with her daughter while she tries to start over.
Enter Nathan, her best friends older brother. He offers Gabrielle and her daughter a place to live until they're back on their feet. And as simple as Gabrielle expects it to be, it's anything but. Especially when Gabrielle realises just how attractive Nathan is and Nathan might realise that Gabrielle is everything is he's ever wanted.
"Stop," Nathan says suddenly, his voice hoarse and loud, startling me. His eyes are dark, dilated and fixed on my mouth. "Just . . . stop."
This is what I'd wanted when I started reading to him, to wind him up and get the upper hand. Now that I have it, I'm not sure this was the best idea because the way he's looking at me, creates a dampness between my legs.
"Why?" I ask, the word comes out a whisper.
He stands up and I have to contain a gasp at the obvious bulge in his slacks.
"Because I'm not hearing that character asking those questions," he stops in front of me, looking down. "I'm hearing you, asking to make me come, and I'm damn near close to letting you."
This is a QB Bad Boy and Me story, but it can be read as a stand alone !