Page 72 of Whispered Promises

Hurt flashes through her eyes, and I can almost see all the thoughts flying around in her mind.

I cup her face. “I want more. I want you.”

My body aligns with hers, crowding her even more as she backs into the wall. “I’m fucking feral for you, so I’ll take every morsel of you that you can offer me.”

Slowly I lean down, keeping our eyes locked. My mouth brushes against hers, the touch brief, then I pull back, hovering over her, sharing the same breath.

Fuck, I want to taste her.

But I need to wait. To hear what she wants. My heart pounds as she keeps me waiting, desperate to beat its way out of my chest and into hers.

“I want more too.” She nods, flicking tongue out to swipe across her lower lip as she looks at me through her lashes.

Circling my hand around the front of her neck, my mouth descends on hers, no longer gentle but primal and full of need. My tongue pushes in against hers, owning and taking what I crave.

The heat of us together feels scorching. Fucking potent.

My mouth belongs on hers, and when I stop, she sways forward into me. Hand tightening around the soft skin of her neck, her pants come out breathy. Short.

A sinful fucking smirk tugs at my lips.

I could stay forever with our mouths locked together. But I know she’s still unsteady and needs time.

“You coming for dinner?” Biting my lip hard, I regret the question as soon as it leaves me.

The desire in her eyes fizzles out, but she tries to hide it with a smile. She fails, though. She seems to forget that I fucking see her. I don’t want her hiding any of this bullshit for me; I want her raw and exposed.

“I think I need the night at home,” she responds, almost apologetically.

Gripping her chin firmly, I raise her dropped gaze back up to mine, my scowl probably obvious.

“No, don’t feel bad if you need that. I know Noah talked to you about everything. You don’t need to hide your feelings,” I bite out. “As long as your feelings for me are there, every other feeling you have, you tell me. You need time to yourself from the hurt Max caused? Then you have it.”

Her lashes flutter rapidly, and when her jaw starts quivering in my grasp, panic sets in.

Ah, fuck. Did I make things worse?

I prepare to grovel. To ease whatever I’ve fucked up, and make those tearful eyes look happy again.

“Thank you, Nate. That’s sweet…I think. A little unhinged, but sweet.”

Grunting, I drop another heated kiss on her perfect fucking mouth. The tension falls away, and I exhale heavily.

“I just need you to promise me something,” I mutter against her lips, pulling back reluctantly.

She nods, and one of her hands lands on my chest. Fuck, I love her touch.

“I was out of my mind worrying, and you didn’t reply. Didn’t know if you needed space, or if I needed to push it. Next time, just reply. Even if it’s to say you’re fine but need space…please?”

Both the request and the plea feel unfamiliar. I lack finesse and manners, but I push aside my usual demanding way as I try to be softer for her.

Only for her, though.

“That’s reasonable. I can definitely do that,” she breathes, her small tongue flicking out to wet her lip. Darting in, I wrap my mouth around it and suck.

A moan vibrates from her, and I clutch her closer, loving the taste of her in my mouth, our tongues tangling and sliding together. Food’s never going to have the same appeal again.

“I should go.” I don’t want to, but I don’t say that. “Let you get some rest.”