If you couldn't laugh in the bedroom, as far as Bunny was concerned, then it wasn't true intimacy. And this closeness she had with Nate was one-of-a-kind, nothing else like it in the world. In the past two years she'd found friendships, emotional connections, but it wasn't the same as what she had in Nate. There's been no one else, how could there be?
For that reason she was just as glad for the moment they lay joined but not yet moving. The familiarity was achingly pleasant, calling to mind lazy mornings when they'd lingered in bed, the hurried sessions that left them both breathless, waking in the night to find each other. The strength of the feelings and memories that overwhelmed her needed time to be settled, but only a few heartbeats. By the time Nate moved again, she was more than ready.
They found a rhythm quickly. Bunny’s hips raised to meet Nate's, her whole body entwined with his. The rough edge in his voice as he groaned her name sent a shiver down the length of her. It’s been so long, too long since the last time she heard him sound this way. She breathed his name in return, a prayer or a plea or a sigh, and her fingers tightened around his.
This was the kind of moment that could never last long enough, except that the next would be even better. Already Bunny felt it growing within her, calling them both up to the peak. Her mouth sought Nate’s and, failing that, whatever skin it could land on, and the noises from the back of her throat grew louder.