her bag off and sits it on the counter, along with her book. She makes her way towards the fridge but before she can grab the handle to pull it open, I grab her hand to spin her around. I pin my hands on both sides of her head, pressing my palms flat against the fridge. “Don’t act like we were nothing, Natalie.”
Her breath hitches as she stares at my lips. “I know we weren’t nothing.”
“Then stop brushing me off.” Her brown eyes look from my lips to my eyes. I wait for her to blink but she doesn’t.
“I ran into someone today,” she says.
“Who?”
“Sharon.”
I grimace, pulling back. “How? She doesn’t even know you.”
“It doesn’t matter if she knows me or not. Are you sleeping with her?” she snaps.
“No, Natalie! Why would I be? I told her not to bother me or you before I left.”
Her eyes narrow and then she slips beneath my arm to get away from me. “Something’s fishy, Nolan. Why would she be down here of all places? How could she find me when she doesn’t know what I look like?”
“What did she say to you?”
“That something happened between you and her in California.”
Shaking my head, I run a hand through my hair. I’ve never been the one to handle situations like this. Back then, I used to brush confrontation off and make the girl feel like the weakest link. I never really gave a damn about arguing . . . that is until Natalie came into my life, of course.
“Tell me the truth, Nolan.”
“I promise you I’m not sleeping with her, Natalie.”
She bites her lower lip heavily and something inside of me skyrockets. I want that lip between my teeth. I want her. I step towards her again but she shakes her head, taking slow steps back.
“I’m not in the mood for you right now, Nolan.”
I raise a brow. “Oh really? Since when?”
“Since . . .” She trails off, her eyes falling down to my chest and then my abs, and I smirk as I hook an arm around her waist.
“You don’t miss me?” I ask.
She hesitates on her answer. Then, as she looks into my eyes, I see something spark within them. “I’ve missed you a lot, Nolan.”
Her lips crash against mine and I cup one of my hands around her face, the other gliding down to lift her up so she can wrap her legs around me. Both of my arms fall to hold onto her and I step backwards to get into the kitchen again. The fridge comes into view and her back presses against it, but I don’t stop. I don’t want to. It feels too fucking good. “I’ve missed you, too, Natalie. So much.”
My hands trail from her waist up to her breast and I slide my tongue into her mouth. She always tastes sweet. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. I begin to unbutton her pants, kissing her neck. She moans and I think she’s going to stop me but she doesn’t. I drop her but my lips never leave hers. I begin to slide her jeans down but three heavy knocks bang against the door, stopping my eager hands.
She jumps, startled, and I pull away, taking in her full, swollen lips. “Who is that?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she breathes.
Frustration takes hold of me and as bad as I don’t want to be away from her, I step back. “Let me go get some clothes on.”
She nods, buttoning her jeans before stepping from in front of me to get out of the kitchen. I hurry for her room before I can be seen in just my boxers and scramble for my clothes lying on the end of the bed. I’m surprised they’ve been washed.
As I tug my jeans on, I hear Natalie gasp and then whisper. A deep voice echoes through the condo and I frown because it doesn’t sound like anyone that I might know. Pulling my shirt over my head, I grab my socks and shoes and slide them on before heading out of her bedroom.
At first sight of the blonde-haired boy, my jaw locks and twitches as his hazel eyes meet mine and he smirks at me. Natalie steps out of the kitchen with her notebook in hand but once she sees me in the living room, her face softens.
“Who’s this?” I ask.
“Nolan, this is Tyler,” she says, placing her notebook on the coffee table. She steps towards me, her eyes nervous.