and say hello to Bridgette, too,” Brett says, snorting as he pushes from his chair, his heart a tiny bit lighter than when he first arrived, and I’m glad I could help with that.
Nate stays firm and focused. “Just so we’re clear, you’re going to make this up to Kira. I have some work that needs doing around this place, and you’re both going to help.”
Mumbles and grumbles come from the boys as Nate marches them outside. I can’t help but smile as I watch them go. He’d make a good father, despite his own being mostly absent from his childhood. As the door shuts behind them, I glance at the clock. With a little time before I need to start getting ready, I make a cup of tea and head back into the office. Nate comes through the door and peeks his head into my den.
“Have you solved your quantum verification problem yet?” he asks.
I glance at him, but from his question, it’s obvious he was listening to me, or at least trying to. Strong, supportive, attentive Nate. That’s a dangerous combination right there.
“Not that easy,” I say.
“I know, just checking in on you. Did you have lunch?”
“I met Ralph and Mindy at the Anchor today.”
He hovers in the door, his big body eating up the small space and overwhelming me a bit. Today he has a bit of scruff on his face, but it doesn’t detract from his attractiveness. It only enhances it. Perhaps he’s going to grow a beard with the colder weather coming.
“Right, you mentioned that to me.”
“There was a big pickle jar, very similar to the ones Gram has, on the bar top. Do you know anything about that?”
He holds his hands up, palms out. “You’ll have to ask one of the guys about that.”
“Nate…”
“Innocent,” he says, and I shake my head.
“Faith stopped by this morning. She was checking to make sure we were still on for tonight, and then she invited me on a Pathfinders survival night in the woods.”
“You should go.”
“And you should get a brain scan for even suggesting that.”
He laughs. “I’m sure we could round you up a tent.”
“I am not sleeping in a tent in below-zero temperatures.”
“What if I snuck in and kept you warm?”
“Well…”
He glances over his shoulder like he’s making sure the coast is clear, then takes a measured step toward me. Breath leaves my lungs because I recognize that look on his face. As a matter of fact, I love that look, love that it’s me who can put it there. As his presence engulfs me, his mouth lowers, devours mine, as he picks me up like I weigh nothing. He brings his body flush up against mine and sets me on the desk. Widening my quivering legs, he climbs between them, as his tongue seeks mine for a slow, leisurely taste.
I moan into his mouth and slide my hands around his body, to touch him all over. We’ve had sex nearly every night since that first time, but there’s a new hunger, a new urgency about him. Perhaps because it’s the light of day, and we’re going to do it in my office. It’s naughty, exciting, and completely out of character for me. Then again, I’ve been out of character since I’ve first met this hot fisherman.
“I need to be in here,” he says and puts his hand between my legs, rubs me through my jeans. “It’s all I could think about today, and it’s distracting me from my work.”
Need unfurls inside me. “We can’t have a distracted, Nate,” I tease, noting how at ease I am with him, how I can do or say things I normally wouldn’t. He somehow brings that out in me. Perhaps it’s because we’re simply enjoying each other, and he doesn’t have some secret agenda, or perhaps it’s because he appreciates me as a woman, not a lab coat.
“No, we can’t.” He unhooks my button, and my zipper hisses as he pulls it down. “What about you, Kira? Have you been thinking about my cock?”