Page 60 of Broken-Hearted

I pull open my cabin door to find Nathan, completely naked, leaning on the wall just outside.

When he notes what I’m wearing, one corner of his mouth lifts in a crooked smile. “I wondered what happened to that.”

I cross my arms. “You can’t have it back.”

“Didn’t say I wanted it back, peach.” He gives me another longer, approving look. “You look good in my shirt.”

“Is that why I get to keep it?”

“Anything you want is yours. That’s why.”

This man is making it really hard to remember I have itchy feet, because when he’s around I don’t seem to want to go anywhere.

“You’re supposed to be on a run,” I remind him.

“Dayne moved it to tomorrow. Everyone wanted to watch a movie instead.”

My eyes dart to his naked body. “And the reason for you to come to my cabin naked?”

“I’m trying to tempt you to let me inside. Is it working?” His gaze is hungry when he focuses on my bare legs.

“No. It didn’t work.”

“I promise to behave.”

I snort. “No, you won’t.”

“Then I promisenotto behave.” He takes a step closer.

“And how would you do that?”

His lip twitches. “I have a couple of ways you might like.”

I uncross my arms, my belly tightening in anticipation as he closes the distance between us. “And those ways are?”

He follows me in, pushing the door closed as he tracks me across the room, with one destination in mind from the heat in his gaze. “Thorough.”

“How thorough?” The backs of my thighs hit the edge of the bed and I tip.

He clasps my hips, catching me before I can fall. But that isn’t all he does. He eases the T-shirt over my head, tosses it aside and as his gaze lowers, so does he. Slowly, he kisses his way down my body, taking his time on my right breast and then my left. “Extremely.”

“I can see that.” I grip his hair, sensing I’m about to need something to hold on to.

I’m breathless by the time he’s on his knees in front of me.

“Blackshaw?” I whisper.

He presses my thighs open and looks up at me. “Peach?”

“What are you doing?” I ask as my fingers tighten in his hair.

“Giving you a reason to invite me into your bed.” One firm swipe of his tongue makes me strangle a moan. “How am I doing?”

I pull him up to his feet and shove him onto my bed.

“That good, huh?” He grins at me, then tugs me down on top of him.

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