Page 36 of The Right Kind of Wrong

His eyes widened before he threw his head back in laughter. “Ah, Evie. Straight to the point.”

“What? You said ask,” I said, blushing.

“Jesus, I don't even remember the last time we kissed.” He leaned in, raising his hand up to my face, his thumb running over my lower lip. “In fact, you're the only woman I've kissed in a while.”

My breathing hitched at the way his eyes flickered down to my lips, at the way his eyes darkened, telling me all about what he was thinking. He swallowed, clearing his throat before jumping off the stool and extending his hand towards me.

“Come on,” he said with a smile.

“What are you doing?”

“We are dancing.”

“Why?” I asked, standing up and looking around at the place. There wasn't anyone dancing and the bikers were still eating. Tessa and Sam were both standing behind the bar, looking at us with amused expressions.

Nathan chuckled, following my gaze. “They're just surprised because I'm not alone,” he explained. “They are well aware of my situation with Hannah and have been encouraging a divorce for as long as I can remember.”

“You've never brought Hannah here?”

Nathan snorted, spinning me around. “Does this look like the type of place she'd ever step foot in?”

“Touché.”

He spun me around again, catching me in his arms with a charming smile, and I gave in, laughing at his playfulness.

Ignoring the people surrounding us was easy when I was with him. Soon we were laughing, getting carried away with the music, and in our never-ending fits of laughter. I understood what he meant then when he said he could be himself with me. He was much like a younger version of himself—joyful and easy going. They held the spark that hadn't been there since before I had left.

My mind kept telling me how wrong this was. That I was traitor for doing this to my sister. But my foolish and smitten heart told me the complete opposite. It told me this was it. This man would be the one to bring laughter and joy to my life.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, biting my lip with a smile. Nate tilted his head to the side, arms wrapping around my waist in a tight hold, our faces just inches apart.

“We're playing with fire.” My gaze locked onto his as I spoke.

Nathan smirked as he closed the distance between us, locking our lips in a fiery and passionate kiss. “I know,” he murmured. Then came the final and decisive question. “Are you ready to burn?”

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