Page 29 of Full House

The long drive on top of the late night left her feeling drowsy, and she sat in the passenger seat mustering the energy to get out of the car.

Nate didn’t seem in a rush either. Turning off the ignition, he slouched in his seat, resting his head back but turning it to face her.

Mimicking his position, she said, “I had a great time. Your mom and sister are wonderful. Thanks for inviting me.”

He reached a hand over the console, and she grasped it.

“Another thing,” she said, entwining their fingers. “No matter what this turns out to be—between us—it won’t be a mistake.”

Victoria thought back to her conversation with Byron, and her realization she had feelings for Nate. He hadn’t been feeding her any lines, trying to lure her into bed—Victoria had thrown herself at him enough to know that wasn’t the case. But the deciding factor, however small it may seem, was how happy Nate’s mom had been that he’d brought a woman home to meet her, alluding to the fact it hadn’t happened in a long time, if ever.

However things ended, good or bad, the time she spent with Nate could never be a mistake. And his next words had her thinking, he felt the same way.

“Then come here and kiss me.”

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Nate waited patiently while Victoria unfastened her seat belt. He wanted her to come to him. Wanted it to be her choice with no regrets. His fingers itched with the need to touch her, and his cock hardened in anticipation, knowing it was finally getting what it wanted after long weeks of waiting.

He watched with rapt attention as she maneuvered in the small space—placing a knee on her seat, one hand on the console, and the other on his thigh—to gain leverage as she leaned in.

She stopped, hovering over him, her lips a mere inch away from his, but he didn’t close the gap. He waited. And then her lips were on his. Her tongue came out, tentative at first, a feather’s touch across the seam of his lips until he parted them to let her in.

That’s when he took over. Capturing her tongue, he sucked it into his mouth. He allowed his hands to finally touch her, one digging into her hair, the other landing on her ass, pulling her onto his lap.

His hand roamed up her thigh, over her hip, and under her shirt, stopping when he felt soft, warm skin, not wanting to grope her in public even though there was no one around. Eyes could be anywhere and everywhere. Knowing this, he broke the kiss, wanting—no needing—to move them somewhere private.

Chest heaving, tiny pants exploded from her kiss-swollen lips as she stared up at him with desire lacing her eyes. He wanted her, now.

“Know this, tonight, I’m going to fuck you then take my time making love to you. I only have one question.”

Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips before asking, “And what’s that?”

“Your trailer or mine?”

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