Page 38 of The Right Kind of Wrong

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Nate and I ate lunch at Tessa's, even though it was quite a distance away from campus. She greeted me with warmth, serving us the best cheeseburgers and fries I'd had in my life. This time, I had more of a chance to converse with her and Sam, both of them eager to know me.

They were friends with Nathan's parents, it turned out, so they were well aware of who I was. Not a single comment in regards to my sister or his marriage was made, though, making me wonder exactly how much they knew. Somehow, I still felt like part of the story was missing. Like there was something I had yet to learn.

After eating, we went back to campus for the last courses of the day. I knew by the time we got home, my sister would be there, and though I didn't look forward to it, I wanted to talk to her about the Nicholsons.

Once again, Nathan and I spent some time in the car talking before heading to the house. Neither of us wanted to leave, yet were forced to because he had one of the counseling sessions with Hannah.

“I'm so tired of going every week.” I could tell he meant what he said.

“I'm really sorry this is happening,” I said softly.

Nathan's lips twitched up into a smile and he pushed the driver's seat back, allowing for more room. “Come here,” he whispered. I bit my lip nervously, but climbed over, straddling him on the seat. “I hope you know there's nothing here that is your fault. Like I've told you, my marriage was over before it even started.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, once again, endless questions invaded my mind.

“There's never been love on either side, is what I mean.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what happened, Nate?” I asked, placing my hands over his chest.

He nodded confidently, his hands resting on my hips.

“I am, Evie. I just need to figure out how.” I pouted, making him smile as he brought his hand to the back of my neck, kissing me. I hummed against his lips, my eyes fluttering closed as our mouths worked together. A low moan left my lips when he deepened the kiss, our tongues in a war of dominance.

I’d lost the war before it even started.

His hand went under my shirt, his fingers digging slightly into the flesh of my hips. Like a switch had been turned on, the kiss grew in intensity and hunger. My hands searched for the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel the skin underneath at the tips of my fingers. He smiled against my lips, murmuring, “Eager, aren't we?”

“Yes,” I breathed. He nipped at my lips with his teeth, the action spurring a deep desire within me. Our eyes met. His were full of lust and want. Mine surely looked the same.

He pulled my shirt down over my shoulder, eyes searching my face for any hesitation. When he didn't find it, his lips went to my neck, his tongue working its magic over my throbbing vein and then down to my shoulders.

The sensations he was causing were like nothing I'd ever felt before, and as his hand traveled further up my back underneath the shirt, stopping at the clasp of my bra, my breathing grew uneven. He was a drug, lowering my inhibitions with his touch and kisses, and I didn't care.

I shifted, feeling through my clothing how hard he was. He groaned, his mouth meeting mine once again as he thrust his hips up while pressing me down on him, the pleasure making me release another throaty moan.

“Fuck, we need to stop,” he groaned, stilling my hips that had begun moving on their own accord. “You deserve better than a quick fuck in a car,” he said, eyes boring into mine.

I felt myself flush and I jumped off his lap into the passenger seat, fixing my shirt. Holy shit. If that was what foreplay was like, I couldn't imagine what sex would be like.

“Evie, are you okay?” he asked softly as he buttoned up his shirt.

I nodded, trying to regain my composure. “I'm sorry. I don't know what happened.”

He chuckled, taking my hand in his. “We both know what happened, Evie.”

“Yeah.”

He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “As much as I want you, I don't want to act on impulse and have you thinking that all I want with you is sex. You are much more than that to me.”

He pressed another kiss on my lips before he started the car and took off. We headed to the house where we'd have to spend the rest of the day pretending nothing was happening between us.

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