He makes a few more noises, and I search his face, noting the tightness of his jaw. My God, if I didn’t know better, I’d say the guy was having a sex dream. Then again, I don’t know better.
Should I let him finish?
“Nate,” I whisper, feeling all kinds of wrong listening to his sex sounds like some perv.
In one smooth movement, he sits up, puts his feet on the floor, spreads his thighs and pulls me in between them. It’s such a typical macho guy move all my girly parts begin to flutter. Big hands slide around my ass and knead gently as he presses his mouth to the exposed skin between my pajama pants and top. He mumbles something incoherent, but I can’t focus on that, not when his hot lips are branding my skin, sending shivers of erotic need through me. A moan I have no control over climbs from my throat, and Nate goes still.
Under the light spilling in from the streetlamp, I examine his face. He blinks himself awake and glances up at me.
“Kira,” he whispers, his sleepy voice rough and hoarse like he’s eaten the nails he’d purchased for the back deck.
“Yeah,” I say on a breathless whisper.
He clears his throat. “You’re…in my room.”
“I am.”
“I thought…” He swallows. Hard.
“I think you were dreaming.”
“Fuck, man.” One hand stays on my ass as he grips his hair and slowly shakes his head. Expression pained, he says, “I’m fighting a losing battle, when it comes to you.”
“Losing battle?” I ask, my synapses not firing properly as he imprints my ass with his hot, thick fingers. One working brain cell informs me he’s not dragging his hand away. More importantly. I’m not asking him to.
“Why are you here?”
“I think…think we caught the mouse.” I force the words out, but it’s getting harder and harder to talk.
His hand shifts, and his fingers close around my hips, tighten, like he’s about to push me away to go check on the trap. Instead, he keeps a hold on me and stands, his erection growing and pressing into my stomach. Oh my. The air around us charges with unstable electricity, and the bed behind him practically vibrates. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if it started to levitate.
Desire weights my eyelids, and a pleasurable tingle slides over my skin.
“I want you,” he murmurs.
I tip my face up, the air in my lungs seizing.
He wants me.
“Nate—”
“Yesterday I pushed you away.” His fingers tighten on my hips, and an agonized sound rattles in his throat. “This isn’t right between us. I can’t offer more than sex, and didn’t want to start something with you I can’t finish. I’m not the guy for you, but fuck, Kira, I’ve wanted you from the first time I set eyes on you.”
“Same,” I admit honestly. “The second I saw you in the street, I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about you. We’re fighting the same battle.”
A simmering grin curls up his lips. “So that’s where your mind’s been going.” He pushes my hair from my face, dragging his knuckles over my scalding cheek as I envision them being dragged over a different part of my body. He straightens a little, his face serious. “You need to know that I don’t do relationships, and you deserve a guy who’s going to do right by you. I’m not that guy, Kira. You can’t for one second think I am.”
“I’m not the girl you think I am, Nate. Relationships aren’t practical in my world. I’m not asking for more, believe me.”
Skeptical eyes move over my face, but he relaxes and says, “You don’t strike me as a woman who moves fast, and we’re kind of doing exactly that.”
“Fast is good,” I say quickly, not wanting to do or say anything to make him change his mind. I’ve never experienced such blatant lust, rooted deep in my brain. This man has woken up a dormant part of my body, and I’m certain this is a need, not a