There’s a touch of sorrow, for all the lost time, but it doesn’t linger not like his kisses do. Every touch and caress drives home the fact that she’s here in his arms, in his bed.
That she’s travelled all this way because she loves him and damn if he doesn’t feel as if he’s the luckiest son of a bitch that’s ever lived.
It only makes him greedy, wanting to touch her more, wanting to taste more. Nate doesn't stop himself either, so he leans back down to trail a line of nibbles down her stomach, following the line between her breasts, over her bra. His hands know the curves of this woman, even after so much time has gone by. Exploratory touches migrate up. There’s some adjustments made - undoing her buttons. Tugging down her pants. There are a few swears and some laughter as he fights with their clothes, this great battle that becomes more slapstick than sensual as impatient as he is but finally they’re off and he’s face to face, eye to eye with his Bunny. This gentle, beautiful woman.
God he loves her.
He presses against her and into her as he watches her expression but the sensation of having her is too much , and for a few moments his face is hidden in the crook of her neck. But then once he's moved back to meet her eyes he grasps her hand to bring it up above her head and weaves their fingers together. torso and hips start to move at a slow roll and a quiet groan before her name passes his lips in a murmur by the shell of her ear.