Page 187 of Time Stops With You

I slide my palm over her arm, moving upward until I get to her trembling fingers. Still kissing her, I join our fingers together, steadying hers. She realizes that her hand is shaking at that moment and quickly pulls it away to wrap it around the headrest instead.

I ease back from her, breathing erratically. Nardi’s eyes hold a desperate plea that causes my throat to close up.

“Are you in pain?” Nardi whispers.

“No,” I admit. The pain killers I took at the hospital are taking effect. But even if they weren’t, kissing Nardi is too much of a delight. I’d endure the agony to have one more taste of her lips.

“Then…” she chews on her bottom lip, “do we have a deal? You’re going to the hospital as soon as possible?”

I turn my face away, hoping that not looking at her will allow me to keep my wits about me. I can’t think clearly when she’s offering her body on a silver platter.

Nardi sees my struggle and moves fully into my lap. I inhale shakily when she sits herself right on top of me. If I slide her forward, I’ll be able to feel her exactly where I need her.

My hand settles on her hip and I dig my fingers into the delicate line of her waist to keep from dragging her closer.

This isn’t right, Cullen. You know you can’t agree to this.

I cast my eyes to her chest. Only a few scraps of clothing stand in the way of what I want.

Nardi’s plump lips are parted and they make a beautiful sight, glistening as they are from my kiss.

Damn, she’s gorgeous.

When her hair is straight, she’s devastatingly stunning. But like this, with her hair braided back and not a strand obscuring her high cheekbones, brown eyes, and perfect brown skin? I can’t help touching her, wanting her.

I curse under my breath, giving in for just a second. Sliding her over my jeans, I press my hard body against her soft one.

Nardi moans low in her throat and I nip at her bottom lip in response. There’s no need to be gentle now. Her wrist brace is off and the doctor said there’s no further injuries.

Grabbing her hands, I guide them to my shoulders and seek her out with my hips. Nardi digs her fingers deep into my shoulder blades as the car bounces on its wheels and the windows fog up from the heat of our bodies.

I kiss her and move with her until the world tilts on its axis.

My body trembles.

Heat envelops me like I’m snuggling with the sun.

My rocking hips go still.

I groan her name as stars fill my vision.

“One,” Nardi whispers in my ear.

My eyes widen. Nardi doesn’t stop though. She’s nuzzling my neck, placing kisses all the way up to my temple.

The air is hot and sticky.

So are my clothes.

In my inexperience, I thought the friction would take the edge off, but it only whipped my need to a frantic level. My resolve to tell her ‘no’ is weakening by the minute.

We need to have a conversation. With words not our bodies.

And yet, I coax her mouth open with my tongue, lean up and into her, and try to work off her jeans. Nardi grabs my hand and returns my hold to her hip.

“Today’s not about me,” she tells me before kissing me again.

Dazed, I can only kiss her back, totally hypnotized. Totally helpless against her unique, Nardi charm.

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