and try to push him away with a hand on his chest between us. He moves even closer so I can feel his heat all over. It makes me hum in places I shouldn’t be humming. “Stop.”
“I don’t want to. Not until you say you forgive me and startle me with that beautiful smile,” he whispers, his breath fanning against my lips.
“Step back, Nathan,” I warn as his hands hook under my knees and pull me to the edge, my body almost pressed against his.
It’s useless. I try pushing at his chest but he won’t move. His hands grip my wrists and he clasps them behind my back with one hand whilst grabbing my hair again with the other. “Forgive me.” He presses his lips to my jaw. I gasp and a shiver runs through me. “Forgive me,” he repeats and places another gentle kiss further along my jaw.
“Don’t,” I beg, but it comes out breathy and does little to convince either of us.
His lips hover over mine, his eyes flicking back and forth, scanning my face to see my reaction. “Forgive me.”
He’s going to kiss me. If I don’t say yes, he’ll kiss me. Why am I not saying yes?
His face gets closer. My eyes get wider. My lips twitch in preparation when he moistens his.
“Okay,” I blurt, my body tensing. “I forgive you.”
“You have my word,” he whispers and I feel his top lip brush against my own. “I won’t touch you again, not unless you want me to.”
His hands release mine and I’m being tugged into his body. My belly gets in the way but I still feel his groin against mine briefly as he lowers me to the ground. My entire body spasms with it, heats with it, aches for it. I pull away abruptly and keep my head down.
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter Eighteen
Life has been settled for a while now, which is a relief. I got tired of constantly walking on eggshells. Nathan has cheered up a lot it seems, although I’m quick to touch wood whenever I think this, because I’m scared my words will jinx it.
The nursery looks amazing. I spent an entire day washing, drying and ironing baby clothes before putting them away. Everything has a place. It looks like something out of a catalogue. Perfect.
My mum has been calling me every couple of days for updates. I still have yet to tell her who I’m staying with and I’m not sure why I’m postponing the inevitable. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. Am I?
Nathan is spending more and more time downstairs with me, be it working on his laptop or reading a book. I’m enjoying it a lot. He’s even helped me cook a few times. I’m not sure why there’s a sudden change in him but I can’t say I don’t like it.
I can’t seem to shake the memory of the other morning when he exited the basement after an hour of working out. I collided with him in the hall, making him trip backwards on my slipper and slam into the wall. His arms came around me protectively and I leaned on him for a moment, embarrassed at my clumsiness.
“Sorry,” I murmured, pulling back to smile sheepishly.
He righted us both but kept his hands on my elbows. I immediately took note of the patches of perspiration on his chest and sides. My mouth became dry and my lips parted as I took every inch of him in.
“Are you okay?” He asked, turning me slightly as he checked me over.
“I’m making muffins,” I blurted, nodding towards the kitchen. “Banana and oat muffins.”
“I can’t wait to try them.” He tucked my hair behind my ears with the tips of his leather clad fingers and pressed his soft lips to my forehead. “I’ll be down soon, Gwen.” And then he jogged up the stairs and out of sight, leaving me feeling flustered and moronic.
My lips twitch as I recall the memory for the thousandth time since it happened. The way he sweetly kissed my forehead and said that he’d be down with such a soft tone…It melted me.
Sasha and Tommy are due any minute now and I’m nervous. I’m scared they’ll see how much I’ve changed. But as promised, I have made Tommy a meal fit for a king. Sasha too, but it was Tommy’s idea.
The dining table is full and the wine is poured, although I’m having juice. I hope they don’t have trouble finding the house. That would