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But when Nathan reaches for the shirts in my arms, I reflexively clutch them to my chest.
“Shorty? Wanna hand them over?” There’s a second question lingering under that last one.
Or do you prefer me like this?
“Well, I mean, I just …” There’s no polite reason not to give him the clothes. All that’s got me playing keep-away is the craving to continue staring at his bare body just a little bit longer.
Then, he has to go rest his long-fingered hands on his hips, practically directing my eyes to trace over the natural V-shape of the muscles pointing to the only piece of him I can’t see.
“You’re biting your lip.” The teasing note is missing from his voice. Instead, he sounds fascinated, and he watches me with hunger.
I can’t seem to stop, even after he pointed it out. The need to kiss him is so heady that my mouth demands stimulation, and all I can give it is a firm pinch with my teeth.
“Shorty, you either need to give me the shirts and leave this room or I’m going to push you up against that wall”—he points behind my head—“and probably do a lot more than kiss you.” Nathan folds his arms across his naked chest, and a thick muscle in his neck tenses as he waits.
I don’t need much time to consider.
“Option two, please.”
His reaction is instantaneous. I drop the shirts and my empty cup half a second before he has me stumbling backward.
Nathan is everywhere. One hand cradles my face while the other delves under my shirt to spread over the skin on my ribs. He shoves a leg between my knees, so I’m straddling his thigh. The guy’s body is an oven, baking me with hot lust.
Then, he’s kissing me. However, he doesn’t start with my mouth like a normal person. Instead, he draws his lips over the contours of my face. Outlining me and leaving a trail of fire behind as he moves from the corner of my eye to my cheekbone, along my chin, and then up around the curve of my ear.
At the touch of his teeth and tongue fiddling with the silver stud in my lobe, a shock wave rockets down my spine. My thigh muscles tense involuntarily, giving the sensation of me riding his leg.
My hands reach up to clutch his shoulders, and I admire the heated skin under my palms.
“That’s right,” he whispers in my ear, sending more tremors pulsing through my body. “Hold on to me.”
Before I can pick up enough of the scattered bits of my brain to formulate a response, Nathan finally captures a kiss from my lips. He takes it, pulling the caress from me with coaxing movements of his mouth until I’m leaning forward to chase the taste of him.
Where we are doesn’t register anymore. I’m adrift, half-conscious, like the few minutes between deep sleep and when I open my eyes in the morning. But instead of the remnants of dreams clouding my mind, the disorientation is a side effect of desire. All that surfaces through the haze is how well I fit against him.
Too soon, he takes away the sweetness, returning to trailing openmouthed kisses. Only this time, he heads south, traveling down my neck and over the ridges of my collarbone. Some of the caresses barely brush my skin, tickling me until I squirm. Then, the next presses hard, as if he were attempting to brand me with the shape of his mouth.
I’d let him.
Once Nathan is kneeling in front of me, he pauses. His grip circles my rib cage now, and in unison, his thumbs trace the skin just beneath the underwire of my bra.
“Can I touch them?”
In response, I lift one of my hands from his shoulder in order to reach behind me and unclip the tiny set of hooks at my back.
Slack granted, Nathan pushes his palms up until they cradle my perfectly respectable B-cups. His fingers play over my hard nipples, gently stroking across them until I’m ready to beg him to push harder. The inside of my thighs are damp in anticipation.
“I think about these all the time,” he groans before nuzzling his face into my chest.
The pose—him on his knees in front of me as he practically tries to bury his head in my cleavage—brings on an interesting combination of humor and protectiveness.
I drag my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as I go.
He emits a happy hum, but his grasp abandons my chest. Not that I have time to complain, as his touch drifts up the back of my thighs.
I’m losing track of my own body.When did my legs get so long?Each moment, I’m sure he’s about to reach the edge of my underwear. But the journey is farther than Frodo’s goddamn trip to Mordor.
“Just take them off me already!” At the last second, I remember to whisper.
