All Chapters of The Way He Looked at Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Not even close.Nathan looks like he’s living the greatest night of his life.Cole finally hangs up after receiving very strict instructions: he is absolutely not allowed to pick Nathan up before ten tomorrow morning.Why?Because apparently “Granny makes pancakes on Saturdays and Sundays.”Cole lowers the phone slowly.“Hmph.”I shrug. “Well… I guess he’s not suffering too much.”“No,” Cole mutters. “Guess he’s not.”“That’s good though, right?”“So good.”We stare at each other.Then we both burst out laughing.“I know I’m pathetic,” Cole says, shaking his head. “What’s your excuse?”“My excuse?” I spread my hands dramatically. “Nathan is illegally adorable. That child could cure bad moods on contact. It’s not fair. He’s just… ridiculously great.”Cole’s shoulders lift slightly, pride flickering across his face.“Thanks.”“You’re doing an amazing job with him,” I add quietly. “Seriously. You’re a great dad.”He says thank you again but this time his voice sounds rougher.We’re stan

“Mm ” I agree weakly, blinking as my vision briefly doubles before settling back on him.His hand moves.Up.Then down.Stars explode behind my eyes.He’s right.I’m hard.Harder than last night.Harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.I start shifting helplessly in place, small desperate sounds slipping out of me every time his hand moves.His touch is cautious. Curious. Almost shy.And he keeps laughing softly.Little breathy laughs every time he touches me again.Not mocking.Never that.He’s laughing because he’s enjoying himself.Because he’s happy.“Wow,” he says.Then again a moment later.“Wow.”Every time he says it, my body reacts even more.He tugs my hair gently, pulling me forward into another kiss.This one isn’t gentle.It&rsqu

And then he does it slides past my defenses without force, just slow and deliberate. He knows exactly how to reach me.I’m supposed to be the strong one. The unshakable one. The one in control. But with him… there are no shields left.“Was that… okay?” he asks, voice low, teasing. “Touching a dick that isn’t yours?”“It was good,” I admit, voice cracking slightly. But the truth doesn’t stop there. It tumbles out before I can catch it. “I… I didn’t know how I’d feel. I imagined it abstractly curious, questioning, cautious. I thought I’d like it because I like you… but I liked it more. I liked it for me too.”He hums, nestling his forehead against my lips. “Damn, Captain,” he whispers. “You’re good.”I trace my fingers down his back, arch, and the swell of his ass before swatting him playfully. His head snaps u

I can’t unsee.How did I never notice male beauty before?Carter is everywhere it exists. His face, his neck, his hair perfect. His body… I swear, every inch of it demands attention. Every time I peel his clothes off, I discover another curve, another plane, another detail that makes me want to tear my own thoughts apart just to worship him with mine.Monday, I spent hours on top of him, legs wrapped around my waist, his head thrown back, throat exposed. That soft, raspy sound when he breathes, the scratch of his jaw against mine I lost myself in it. Then my eyes caught his Adam’s apple moving as I kissed him, sliding up and down, rising and falling. And somehow, I hadn’t noticed before: it’s hypnotic. Provocative. Impossible to ignore.One brush of my tongue, just once… and that was all it took. Everything else vanished. His body under mine, our hardness pressed together it was instantaneous, overwhelming, u

 Not in a simple way I can easily explain. It pulls at something deep inside me a sharp, aching tug that settles heavy on my tongue and spreads heat through my body.I stand close enough to feel his warmth.But I still don’t touch him.Not yet.Instead, I watch.Memorizing every inch.His hand drifts down, almost unconsciously, and he wraps his fingers around himself. Two slow strokes. Maybe three.Then he freezes.A breath catches in his throat. He bites down on the sound threatening to escape and quickly lets go, dropping his hand like he’s been burned.