Page 33 of Rockstar's Fake Engagement

My breath catches in my throat as he turns me to face him. “Here, in front of the dark ocean view, with the sound of the waves in the background.”

When I’m silent, he whispers, “What did I do next?”

Licking my lips again, I say, my voice equally husky, “You, ah… You kissed me. Softly.”

He leans in, his lips brushing against mine, as soft as a butterfly’s wings. Leaving me aching and wanting more…

“And then?” I shiver at his tone.

Feeling this is going too fast, I stammer, “I turn toward the ocean view—“

“No. I would want to be able to watch your face when I…” His hands clasp my upper arms, and he turns me to face him.

“When you what?”

Nate presses me back against the windows, and I feel the coolness of the glass against my back and his heat on my front as he presses forward.

“When I kiss you again. Not so softly.” I shiver at the feel of his warm breath against my lips. Then, I’m only aware of him as he delves in tasting me—savoring me. He slowly explores mymouth, pressing in deeper. When he finally lets me up for air, I’m breathless.

“What… what do you do next?” I hear the weakness in my own voice, but I’m helpless against the onslaught of emotions.

“Ah, well, let me see…” I feel his fingers skim the hem of my dress. “My searching fingers could explore under your dress…” My muscles clench at his words. His eyes gleam with a wicked look as if he knows the effect his words are having on my traitorous body. “Or, I could explore the curve of your neck…” His fingers gently move my hair out of his way as his lips discover the place where my neck meets my shoulders.

I shiver in response to his touch, my body thrumming with anticipation.

He takes his time as his lips skim my collarbone. My breathing grows harsh as he discovers the sensitive spot under my ear. I feel like putty in his arms.

One of his broad hands moves to my leg. His warm palm glides slowly up the inside of my thigh.

I shudder as he continues his sexy narrative. “Wanting to find out if you feel the same, I would search for signs…” My breath grows harsher as his fingers lightly brush against the crotch of my black silk panties. His sudden silence tells me he feels the dampness I can’t hide.

“Only after finding proof that you were ready…” His voice is raspy now, thick with emotion. “Only then would I slip my hand inside—“

Fitting his action to his words, I feel his warm palm slide inside the waistband of my panties. Neither one of us can speak as his fingers find my slick folds.

“Nate…” His name escapes my lips in a whisper when suddenly, at the most inappropriate time, my phone buzzes loudly on the counter, spoiling the moment’s intimacy.

I feel like someone just doused me with a bucket of cold water, as I’m jolted back to reality.

“I should get that,” I murmur hastily, straightening as he reluctantly moves his hand away, letting me go.

Walking to the kitchen island, I glance at my phone. I inform him uncomfortably, “It’s Rachel.”

“She has lousy timing,” Nate mutters, shaking his head.

I check the message, grateful for the interruption, even as my body protests the loss of his touch. “She wants to know how tonight went. I should let her know it went well—that we convinced everyone.”

“Maybe because it wasn’t all an act.” His eyes search mine.

My heart thuds against my ribs. “Nate...”

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel it, too.” He says, taking a step closer. “Not after what just almost happened...”

“Almost…” I grip my glass tighter. “We agreed. This is only temporary.”

“Did we?” Another step. “Because I remember agreeing to pretend to be engaged. I don’t remember agreeing not to feel anything.”

“That was… implied.”

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