Page 45 of Nashville Lights

He has a recording studio? “For…the band?”

“They can record here if they want.” He’s being cagey about something.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

He just grins and blinks noncommittally.

“Nate. Tell me.”

“Maybe later.” He starts getting up and I already miss his warmth. “Anyway, like I said, we’ve already wasted enough time and I’m going to be real with you, like I said I would. I built this house for you. So, any time you want to move in, just do it.”

“You built it…for me?”

“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?” Nate pulls his jeans on. I watch him do this and the view distracts me.Wow.He’s all lean, hard masculine muscularity and giant already-semi-hard-again manhood. It makes me want to pull him back to bed so I can lick his sun-bronzed skin and…suck on him until he comes.

He catches me checking him out. “You’re insatiable, darlin’. You trying to kill me or something?”

I laugh. “You’re just ridiculously hot, that’s all. And…reviving.”

He gives methatsmile. The one that kills me and getsme wet. “Breakfast first. Then more orgasms. Don’t go anywhere.”

“I couldn’t move if I tried. I think it’s going to be a while before I can walk again.”

“Coffee, food and a shower will help.” Nate reaches to check his phone, which is on the bedside table. He slides it into his pocket.

“All’s well at the sleepover?”

“She braved it out. I knew she would. We talked about it.”

“That’s good, Nate. It’s a big step. Come to think of it, I wonder where my phone is. I’ve got some explaining to do to your sister.”

“I texted her last night and told her you were crashing here for the night.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. When you pulled up. I told her we were going to share a bottle of wine and you didn’t want to drive back until the morning.”

I narrow my eyes. “How could you be so sure I’d end up in your bed, Boone?”

“I could practically see the sparks flying off you, darlin’.” Nate smooths my hair and kisses my head. “You’re beautiful, perfect, and hot as fuck, gorgeous girl. Relax. I’ll be back with coffee and sustenance.”

Wow.

He leaves me and I actually pinch myself to make sureI’m not dreaming. I doze a little, too sated to move. I block the thoughts that are trying to force their way in.

How will my brothers react to our “hard-launch”? And Dakota? How will we even make this work? Nate and I are both extremely busy people with a lot on our plates who live hours apart. We also had unprotected sex—a lot. Why did I even do that? How should we handle it? Should I do something about it…today?

I sigh, but it comes out sounding more contented than stressed about all of the above.

Right now, I want to savor the moment. All I want to think about is how good he felt.And how hard we came.My obsession with him wasn’t unrequited after all. It’s real, it’s shifted up several hundred gears and it’s now on supersonic overdrive.

What if he was just getting you out of his system? Are you really ready for a relationship, a six-year-old—and possibly a baby? What are you doing, Roxie?

I’m getting laid, thank you very much,I defiantly tell my subconscious.Finally. By the hottest man in Tennessee. So there.

Nate returns with a large tray full of fruit, toast with homemade jam (I’d know Betty-Ann’s homemade strawberry jam anywhere), blueberry muffins (also signature Betty-Ann), glasses of orange juice and steaming mugs of coffee.

See? He’s perfect.

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