Page 11 of Killer Attraction

“Don’t be like that,” he snapped in my ear as his hand slipped from my hip down to my crotch, and he tried to stroke me right there on the dance floor.

Appalled, I pushed his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t be a fucking cock tease.”

I went to step him from away, fed up with the manhandling, when I felt him being yanked away. My eyes went wide as I stared at Nate, who had the guy by the throat.

“Nate? What are you doing here?” He was the last person I expected to show up at The Docks. It didn’t really seem like his type of scene. Then again, I didn’t really know him. Though, I was shocked to see him dressed in an equally fancy suit as I’d seen him wearing at the wedding.

I wasn’t sure why, but the fact that he liked to wear suits and that it was his normal attire, just did it for me. Who knew I had a suit kink?

Nate ignored me, even though his eyes never left mine as he continued to hold the guy by the throat.

“Move along, asshole. He isn’t interested.” The guy suddenly stopped struggling, his eyes impossibly wide as his face got redder. My brows furrowed, confused as to what was causing the reaction. From what I could tell, Nate wasn’t really putting much pressure on his throat.

“Now, apologize,” Nate demanded as he shoved the guy toward me, making him stumble.

“Sorry, man,” he muttered before he fled.

My eyes narrowed as I took in Nate’s unruffled demeanor and realized I’d had enough of men for the night.

“What the fuck was that?” I wasn’t really angry about him interceding on my behalf. A part of me thought it was chivalrous, even if I would have been able to handle the drunk asshole on my own, despite our obvious size difference.

“You’re mad?” Nate asked, looking confused as I marched towards him.

God, it was endearing yet frustrating. He looked like a lost puppy, trying to figure out why he was being called a bad dog. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.

“Aiden?”

“Fuck. Nate.” Exasperated, I yanked my arm out of his grasp and stormed off to the bar. I wasn’t even sure why I was pissed at him. Actually, I wasn’t even pissed at him. I just felt… off-kilter with him. I was a bundle of nerves as I had opposing urges warring within me—one part of me telling me to fall to his feet and never let him go and another part telling me to run as far away as I could.

It was maddening, and I wasn’t sure what the right move was. Based on the fact he just helped me with the drunk gropey asshole, I didn’t think I had anything to be afraid of with him, but I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was what warning bells were going off, especially with the look he’d had in his eyes when he’d had the dude by the throat, but I was content to ignore them.

And that scared the hell out of me.

“Two tequilas, please,” I ordered when I got to the bar, shoving between patrons already there waiting.

“Should I re-open my tab, or is that all you need?” came Nate’s amused voice as he handed his card to the bartender after I downed both shots. I thought for a moment and then ordered us each a water. I’d needed the shots to calm my nerves, but I thought we both could use the water, even though I didn’t know how much Nate had to drink before he found me on the dance floor.

“Of course, anything you need,” he said, sounding so sincere. I scoffed, unsure if I could believe his words.

He let out a sigh as I downed the water. “Talk to me, little bird.” Again, he looked at me like a kicked puppy, and my heart flip-flopped in my chest.

I watched him carefully as I took another sip of my water. The confusion and desperation were plain to see. Something told me he wasn’t used to dealing with whatever emotions I elicited in him, and I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not.

Either way, I was screwed.

“Why do you call me that?” I asked, unable to help myself. But he didn’t answer me. Instead, he looked away as if he couldn’t look at me while I was asking such a question. It annoyed me. Mostly because he wouldn’t give an answer and because it sparked something that I couldn’t pinpoint.

“Fuck it,” I muttered before I chugged the rest of my water and grabbed Nate’s hand and dragged him to the bathroom. I was already on the express train to Bad Idea Land when it came to Nate, so why bother playing it safe?

When we got inside, I slammed the door shut, shoved him into a stall, and locked the door. Within seconds, his mouth was on mine, devouring me like a man who had his first taste of water in days. I let out a low, dirty moan at the way his hands lit up my body as they grazed along my arms and sides until he reached the edge of my shirt and pulled it up so he could attack first one and then my other nipple with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

I sighed at the way he made me feel. He’d be mine forever if it were up to me.

“Nate. Jesus, baby, please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what for. The only thing I knew was I needed him more than I needed anything else. There had been a pressure building up inside me since I woke that morning with an empty bed, and he was the only one who could give me the relief I desperately craved.

“Needy little bird,” he said with a chuckle as he kissed his way up my neck before biting my ear and eliciting a new set of fireworks that sparked inside me. “Don’t worry,” he whispered in my ear, his voice a low, sexy growl, “I know how to make you fly.”

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