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“You are so very beautiful,” he said huskily. “You do something to me, Mina. I forget my common sense. I forget everything but having you.”
She wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a criticism. She didn’t much care when he lowered his head and took her mouth in one of those teasing, devastating kisses that rendered her brain useless. Her hands settled on his jaw, her mouth seeking his. Back and forth they exchanged the initiative, kissing and being kissed. Exploring and being explored. Slow, lazy kisses that seemed to match the night darkening around them, pulling them further and further under each other’s spell.
Lips, tongue, sexy little nibbles. They did it all, for ages, until she wondered if Nate would do anything else.
She gave his lip a frustrated tug with her teeth. Nate pulled back, an amused glint in his eyes. “What was that for?”
“Aren’t you going to—I mean—you know...?”
He reclined back against the seat, his mouth curving. “I’m right here, Mina. Yours for the taking.”
Her insides twisted at the invitation. But his mouth was soft from their kisses, his eyes a molten dark brown. He was letting her take the lead, making sure she was comfortable. Putting her first as he always did. She swallowed, her chest tight.
Pulling her gaze from his hot, watchful study, she worked the top button of his shirt free, then painstakingly worked her way down the row. Her throat went dry as she exposed more and more of his beautiful torso. Flat, hard and defined, he was incredible. His swift intake of air when her fingers brushed against his lower abs was headily empowering.
The last button undone, she found her next move surprisingly intuitive. Splaying her palms across his hot, hard skin, she bent her head and pressed her lips to the sinewy solid muscle, absorbing his earthy, salty flavor. Nate made a sound of approval low in his throat, his hands falling to the sofa to give her better access.
Pulling back, she moved her fingertips down over his pectoral muscles to the hard points that were so much alike, yet so very different from hers. Nate sucked in a breath. “Careful. Men are very sensitive there.”
She tra
ced him gently. Moved her thumbs back and forth over him. He let her play for a few moments, then grabbed her hands and dragged them down to her sides. “Enough of that.”
She wondered where to go next, but she needn’t have worried. Nate took control, pressing a hot kiss to the sensitive skin at the base of her neck as he swept the straps of her dress off her shoulders. His mouth followed his hands as he eased the material away from her skin, his lips finding the soft flesh of her upper breasts, the hollow in between. She held her breath as he pushed the material lower and bared her breasts to his gaze. The lust in his eyes as he palmed her flesh made her stomach curl. “So beautiful.”
She closed her eyes. The brush of his thumbs across her nipples in a slow sweep made her gasp. The sensation of his touch on her bare skin was even better than last night. So much more intense...
A wet heat enveloped one of the peaks. Her eyes flew open. Nate’s dark head was bent to her, his mouth closed around her aching flesh. She squeezed her eyes shut as he laved her with his tongue, scraped at her with his teeth, sucked on her. A low moan escaped her throat.
“You like that?” he asked. Mina’s head tipped up and down. He lavished the same treatment on its twin until her fingers were in his hair holding on for dear life and her whole body felt tense and on edge.
“Nate,” she begged. “It’s too much.”
He lifted his head. Settled her further back on his thighs. The sweep of his hot palms up her inner thighs, squeezing her flesh as he went, was tantalizing, blindingly intimate. “You don’t need less,” he murmured. “You need different.”
She remembered different from last night. She wanted more of it. Except it was too intimate, him watching her face as he moved closer to the heat between her legs. Her eyes drifted closed. Waiting, anticipating.
His hands stilled. “Open your eyes. I want to see what I do to you.”
Her breath left her in a whoosh. “No.”
“Yes.”
She opened her eyes. He swept the filmy material of her panties aside and slid his fingers against her hot, wet flesh. Her lashes fluttered closed as a bolt of heat went through her. She couldn’t do it.
His wicked fingers played over her, slid inside her. She arched against them, urged him on. Nate’s breath was hot at her ear, telling her how much he loved how she responded to him, how sexy she was. As wicked as his hands were, his raspy voice was sexier, unearthing a heated flush all over her body. Hot, she was far too hot to breathe.
“Nate,” she gasped.
His ebony gaze scorched hers. “Baby, the way you say my name...it makes me crazy.”
His hands slid away from her. She started to protest, her body screaming for relief. He lifted her off him and set her on the sofa, dropping to his knees in front of her.
“Nate—”
“Relax,” he murmured. “I’m not finished.”
She gaped at him. “What are you—Nate, you can’t do that.”
