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An eyebrow arches, and he releases a menacing growl. “Nice?”
I smirk, giving his body a slow perusal. Tan skin encasing cut muscles. Delineated quads rise to glutes I could bounce a quarter off, and all that beneath a chiseled torso that would make any living, breathing, warm-blooded woman drool. I don’t care how old you are, Sister Teri from the convent would be tempted to trade in her habit for a glimpse of this man. Nathan must spend every moment between calls in the gym because I never would have expected to find that hidden beneath his uniform.
Biting my lip, I nod. “Yeah. Nice.”
“Do you need me to show you again exactly how nice I can be?” He holds his hands out to the sides, palms facing me. “Because I have all day to provide a thorough demonstration.”
My sexual motor revs up for a day at the racetrack. Vroom, vroom. Hold on Indy 500, this is not what we signed up for when we stumbled drunkenly to his house last night.
“As nice as that sounds, I do need to get going. But you can call me anytime if you want a repeat. You know where to find me.”
Nathan snorts, tugging on boxer briefs that finally put that beautiful package in its proper place, and then props his hands on trim hips. It’s unfair that men can look like that after a night of booze and sex, and I’m over here looking like a swamp witch who demands riddles to cross her bridge.
“I’m pretty sure I could track you down day or night.”
I nod eagerly before remembering this was a one-night thing, and I shouldn’t act like an enthusiastic puppy. I cover quickly by pulling my purse strap over my head and shrug. “It was a great night, and as much as I enjoyed it, this should remain a one-time thing. We wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship or our relationship with Cami.”
He gestures me out of the bedroom so I take the lead, cognizant of the trembling in my legs. The suggestion to leave belongs to me, meaning the sinking in my gut is inexplicable. I don’t expect him to tie me to his bed to keep me here, but a teensy bit of begging me to stay would have been nice.
There’s that stupid word again.
“Cami is our best friend. She’ll be beside herself when she hears about us hooking up. She’s been trying to set me up ever since she turned me down herself.” His grin is adorably shy and sends flips through my belly.
“I didn’t know you were so eager to share our sexcapades. I wasn’t planning on telling her.” Fibber. I already texted her last night when I went home with him.
“You and I both know that’s bullshit. You already told her you were with me.”
My back stiffens in wonder.
“How do you—?”
“Your number one rule is to always let someone know where you are and who you’re with. Also, she sent me a text last night and threatened to kick my ass if I acted anything less than a gentleman.”
Nathan advances until my back presses to the wall beside his front door. His head dips, lips barely a breath away from mine, and his steel forearms land against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in.
“Did I pass?” he whispers, the movement touching his mouth to mine.
“Pass?”
“The best friend test.” Half his mouth hitches in a cocky smirk, drawing my gaze from his eyes back to his lips.
Realizing my hands hang at my sides like two stupid limp noodles, I lift them to rest on that sexy muscle chiseled above his hips. It elicits another shiver from me. His brown eyes darken as if to say I felt that. Oh, what is it about this man that turns my confident self into a quivering mess?
“Y-yeah. I’d say you passed.”
“Good.”
He plants his mouth on mine, pressing me tighter against the wall, and maneuvers his thigh into the space between my legs. The slight pressure nearly has me coming out of my skin as I discourage myself from grinding against him. As I slide my fingers into his unruly hair to take him deeper, he pulls away.
I’m left standing with my mouth gaping, struggling for a breath as he looks down at me sexily.
“Do you need a ride?”
My brain misfires from the scorching kiss. “Uh, no. I got it. My car’s a block away.”
“Get home safe, then. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
Fu-crap.
