Page 33 of Broken-Hearted

I fight to keep my hands to myself, strangling the urge to skim my fingers up his bare back. I’m not sure why I want to do it, but the urge is growing by the second. “So, what? We count to five and lean at the same time?”

He stares at me for a beat. His expression doesn’t change, but I get the very real sense he’s laughing at me.

“Stop it.” I poke his chest.

He snags my hand, brushes a kiss across my knuckles that makes me breathless, and returns my hand to the bed, smiling wryly. “You’re a woman of extremes. You threaten to shove me off the bed, now you want to kiss me. Life with you would never be boring, would it?”

I snort. “Where’s the fun in a boring life? I like to keep you on your toes, Blackshaw.”

“We’ll count to three,” he says. “Then we kiss.”

“And what will you be doing with your hand while we kiss?” I can’t help but ask.

He winks. “A man needs his secrets. You’ll find out when we kiss and not before.”

“Fine. I’m ready when you are.” I focus on his lips, squaring my shoulders as I prepare for this kiss.

“You look like you’re getting ready to go to war.” He grins. “I’ll count down.”

“Okay.”

“Three... Two… One.”

Neither of us moves.

I can’t help but laugh.

He arches a brow, though his eyes are sparkling. “What happened to leaning in?”

“Don’t look at me like I’m the only one who backed out. I had a feeling you weren’t being serious. I’m ready now. Go again.”

Still grinning, he counts down as he dips his head an inch, as if to show he’s serious this time. “Three. Two. One.”

I lean in.

My lips touch his and I realizeIkissed him. He did not lean in at all.

I pull back, glaring. “Blackshaw, you were supposed to?—”

He slants his mouth over mine, giving me a kiss that is hot, sweet, and over far too soon. His hand tightens on my hip as he lifts his head and meets my gaze. “Still serious about this?”

My heart is in my throat, making it impossible to speak, so I nod instead.

He lowers his head.

This next kiss is soft and coaxing. As he angles his head, he runs the tip of his tongue across the seam of my mouth. Just like he promised when he was giving me the details of this kiss back in Rosenwood.

My hands move without conscious thought. I skim my fingers over his strong, naked back as I part my lips, moaning when he sweeps his tongue into my mouth.

He takes over the kiss, growling as he urges me closer to his side. That growl is as sexy as I’d hoped it would be, and I think I want to hear it again.

I just about lose my mind when his hand steals under my shirt, his strong fingers skimming my belly. He caresses my right breast, teasing the nipple before he massages me with a firm touch.

I run out of air. So does Nathan. He breaks the kiss, sucks in more air and then reclaims my lips a second later.

He repeats his careful attention on my left breast, leaving me writhing as he strokes his hand down, and his fingers dip under the band of my panties and between my thighs.

The man said he could multi task.

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