Page 19 of Never With You
I glanceup from my spot at the copy machine. I’ve lost count of how many times my gaze has collided with Nate’s across the office. A feeling of unbridled want accompanies every heated stare. I try not to feel it.
Oh, but I feel it.
I carry the weight of that tension everywhere I go.
My eyes drop, hoping for relief from his force, knowing none will come when he’s this close to me.
The copy machine beeps, causing me to jump.
It’s out of paper. How cliché.
Slowly, I head toward the supply closet, focusing straight ahead. I don’t think I can bear another heated glance. As I pass by Nate, his fingers brush against mine in the most subtle, inconspicuous way, but the effect his touch has on my body is monumental.
I hide in the darkness of the supply closet, resting my hands against a shelf. I need a moment to recover from the warmth of the hand brush and how it lit me on fire from the inside out.
The door opens and closes behind me.
I turn around, and Nate is already upon me.
“Did anyone see you?”
“Shh.” His finger brushes my lips seductively. “We’re finally alone.”
Alone. The idea is thrilling.
A flush of attraction dances on every heartbeat as our chests press together. His hand lifts, and I watch with anticipation as he smooths a stray piece of my hair away from my face. Seamlessly, his fingers move to my neck, tangling into my hair. I loll my head back, aligning my lips with his. I’m hoping for a kiss. Wanting a kiss.
“If anyone were to find out?—”
“They won’t,” he stops me with his promise.
I grasp at his shoulder blades.
“I’ve been watching you all day, trying not to feel it,” he whispers between us.
“I’ve been watching you too. Dreaming of us…like this.”
He doesn’t hesitate.
His lips press over mine.
Short. Quick. Hot.
“You hate me.” There’s a seductiveness behind his voice that wrecks me.
“I hate you.” I press my lips to his again.
He pulls back. “You don’t want this.”
“Neither do you.” My words are breathy and tortured.
“I want it. I want you.”
My chin lifts, tilting my mouth toward his, and just like I hoped, he skids his lips across my mouth.
It’s slow at first—a testing of the chemistry between us. But each movement builds upon another. His fingers clutch my hair. His hand squeezes my waist. His mouth slants open. I respond as the passion builds.
Everything turns frenzied and hot as we cling to each other. Our bodies slam into the shelf, knocking a few supplies to the ground in a mayhem of heat.
