“Don’t think about that,” I say too fast, the memory of that night even more mortifying now that he knows the truth about me.
His grin spreads, slow and cocky, and I would want to punch him if I didn’t love him. “Can’t help it. You let me see those pretty tits and think I’m gonna forget? Ain’t no way, Darlin’.”
My cheeks, and the rest of me, flood with heat. I shove at his chest to make him go away, but he steps closer, enough that we’re touching from head to toe. “Nate. Stop. Shut up.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through my body as he crowds me. I step back, bumping into my desk. “What? I’m just telling the truth.”
I shake my head. “You don’t have to say stuff like that. I know I’m not—” My voice cracks, and I bite my lip hard, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole so Idon’t have to experience this embarrassment.
My secret felt like a shield. I could tell myself the things he said weren’t meant for the real me. But now that he knows, it’s both thrilling and too much at once, making my body react in ways it never has before.
His hand comes up, brushing a wavy strand of hair from my heated face. “I don’t have to remind you how goddamn perfect you are? Sorta seems like I do.”
I glare up at him, the only thing I’m able to do, but it makes him smile. “And you’re adorable when you’re grumpy.”
I scowl, batting his hand away. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe.” He leans in again, close enough that my breath catches. “But you still want me to kiss you, so what does that say about you?”
“I’m never kissing you again.”
He tilts his head. “Sure about that?”
I try to hold his stare, but it’s impossible when his nose brushes mine. “Nate. Stop.”
“Stop what?” he murmurs, his mouth hovering right above mine.
I’m hit with a dizzying amount of need as arousal and irritation boil over. “God, just…” I fist his shirt in both hands and yank him down.
Our lips collide, rough and desperate, his surprised laugh melting into a moan as I part my mouth, slipping my tongue against his. His hands clamp onto my hips hard, and then he’s shoving me back against the desk, lifting me onto it like I weigh nothing, and settling between my legs, never breaking the kiss.
I gasp at the show of strength, threading my fingers through his hair. I tug harder than I mean to, but he groans into mymouth. The sound vibrates through me, making me shiver.
It’s hot.
Hotter than anything we’ve ever done.
His tongue tangles with mine like he’s starving, like he’s been holding back all this time and finally decided to give me everything. I pull him closer, needing more, my pulse pounding in my ears with how much Iwant.
His calloused hands slide under my shirt, tugging it over my head, and I don’t stop him. The air is cool against my skin, but he doesn’t give me time to think about that, already tugging my bralette out of the way, baring me completely to him.
His mouth is on my throat, hot and wet, and how do I breathe again?
“Nate,” My voice cracks, but this time, it’s not a protest.
He trails lower, kissing down my collarbone, until he’s right where I need him, looking up in a silent confirmation before his tongue flicks over my nipple once, teasing, and then his lips close around it. My body jerks, a high-pitched moan tearing from my throat.
He bites lightly in response while he squeezes my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers in a way that has a wave of sharp pleasure hitting me low in my stomach.
My nipples are already sensitive, but every tug and bite sends sparks between my legs, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My hips shift, rocking against the muscle of his thigh, so desperate for friction that I don’t even realize what I’m doing.
Until he freezes.
Panic floods me as shame curls in my gut.
What am I doing?
But when he looks up at me again, he’s not uncomfortableor angry. He looks sort of…
