Page 43 of Line of Resistance

And once she was done, maybe he’d be able to show her what happens when a woman tempts a man like him a little too much.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ELOISE

NATE’S EYES HELD hers, lids low as he watched her every move. “Nope. Everything is fucking amazing.”

She initially decided to tease him a little just to see what might happen. There was no missing that something had him excited, but she wasn’t entirely convinced yet it was her. Maybe he was an adrenaline junkie and the thrill of the chase got him all hot and bothered.

Then she bent over, feeling a little cocky and full of herself.

And Nate groaned. The sound deep and dark and full of promise. Like he was imagining all sorts of scandalous things.

Scandalous things that involved her.

The sound surprised the hell out of her, but it also had every part of her clenching tight and sent her eyes his way, desperate to see exactly what was happening. To witness it firsthand.

And she was not disappointed. A little confused, but not disappointed.

Eloise studied Nate a second longer, taking in the clench of his jaw and the flare of his nostrils. He didn’t look like he was faking it. Like he was trying to trick her into thinking he was interested again.

He looked like...

Like he might devour her whole if she held still long enough.

It was yet another thought that sent her thighs pressing together and her pussy clenching, reminding her just how long it had been since someone looked at her like that.

Technically, it had been never. No one ever looked at her the way Nate was now. Like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. Like if he had to wait a second longer to touch her he might die.

And it made her suspicious.

Eloise straightened, the thought of teasing Nate suddenly less fun than it was a minute ago. She spun to face him, abandoning her damp clothes in a pile on the chair. “You don’t like me.”

Nate’s heavy gaze slid up her mostly naked body in a slow drag. “Wrong.”

She sucked in a breath at the heat in his stare, straightening her shoulders and arching her back ever so slightly, pushing her breasts higher because maybe teasing Nate was still a little fun. “If you liked me then we would have gone out on a date. You would have kissed me at the Christmas party. You would have called me after that day at the ballet.” She stood her ground, refusing to back down even as the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen continued to drink her in with his eyes. “You don’t like me.”

Nate’s gaze slowly lifted to hers in a leisurely and languid move. “Come here and I’ll show you how much I don’t like you.”

Something squeaked.

It was her.

How long had she wanted to hear Nate say something just like that? Months? A year?

Too long. Long enough she should not be so affected by it now.

Or as tempted to consider it.

“What would happen if I did?” The words came out breathy and hoarse, giving away all she hoped to hide.

And Nate didn’t miss it. His sinfully full lips lifted at the corners. “Come here and find out.”

She should. She should make him service her. Let him get her off and then leave him hanging. She deserved to get something out of this after all.

There was a major flaw in that possibility though. “I’m not convinced it would be worth my while.”

Nate’s brows slowly lifted, like she’d actually surprised him. “Oh, really.”

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