Page 46 of Nathan

Nate parks my suitcase by the wall and tosses his own bag on the floor next to the bed. “You will be by the time I’m finished with you.”

My stomach vaults when he crooks a finger, beckoning me, but despite my body’s eagerness to strip naked and get down to business, I can’t let it lie.

“You were really short with them, and they were so happy to see you. I think you should apologize.”

Nate curves one eyebrow. “Do you now?” His tone holds a hint of ice, which I ignore.

“Nate! What is wrong with you?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Nothing. They’re used to me. It’s fine.”

“It is not fine. I was embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. Not on my account.”

I plant my hands on my hips and glare. A few seconds scrape by before Nate expels a frustrated sigh. “Oh, for Christ’s sake. Fine. I’ll apologize in the morning. Now can we go to bed and fuck?”

I stay on my side of the room. “We should unpack.”

“The only thing we’ll need tonight is condoms.” He reaches into his jacket and pulls out several, which he drops on the nightstand. “Well, would you look at that.”

Despite my annoyance, I smile. It’s impossible to stay mad at Nate for long. I guess in the end it isn’t my place to call him out on his relationship with his brothers. If they have a problem, it’s theirs to solve.

“What if they hear us?”

He unfastens his belt. “If it bothers you so much, keep quiet.”

I nibble on my bottom lip. “You know I like it noisy.”

Nate eases the belt through the loops on his jeans and casually flings it on the bed. “Then, maybe I’ll have to gag you.”

Yes, please.

Oh, where did that come from? My face must speak a thousand words, because a slow grin edges across Nate’s face. “You like that idea, do you?”

I fiddle with the hem of my shirt. “Maybe.”

He saunters across to my side of the bed and slips his arms around my waist. His erection nudges at me, and my thighs tremble as a surge of excitement heats my blood. Nate always has this effect on me, like my insides are on fire.

“Such a revelation,” he murmurs, briefly touching my lips with his. “Dexter Nolan. My perfect woman.”

His perfect woman? A lightness spreads through my chest, and I want to fist pump the air and shout “Yes!” But that would not be cool.

Instead, I pretend to faint. “Nathan O’Reilly, giving out compliments.”

“Grab ’em while you can,” he says, unfastening the buttons on his shirt. His eyes never leave mine as he shucks it from his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.

My gaze inches lower, over his firm chest, the hard ridges of his abdomen, and the thin line of hair disappearing behind the waistband of his jeans.

Nate groans. “Don’t look at me like that, otherwise this will be over quicker than either of us want it to be.”

I flick my tongue out to wet my lips, eliciting another groan from him. He grips the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it over my head. My bra goes next, then my jeans are peeled down my legs, and I kick off my sneakers so he can remove my jeans completely.

“Get on the bed,” he orders.

I don’t hesitate. I love it when Nate bosses me around—at least in the bedroom. In here, where it’s just the two of us, I’m more than happy to give him control.

“Open your legs.”

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