Page 69 of Never With You
Nate tilts his head, deepening our tension. My fingers curl, gripping his shirt even tighter. His other hand slides from my hip to the small of my back, pressing me against his warm, solid body.
The way his lips move—firm, teasing, like he has all the time in the world to break me down—has my head spinning enough to make me dizzy.
No. Absolutely not. I don’t want this.
Except… my body isn’t exactly getting the message.
It’s reacting and giving and taking at every push and pull of his lips.
A quiet, involuntary sigh escapes me, and that’s it.
That’s his victory.
I feel Nate smile against my mouth, smug and insufferable.
The realization hits me like a slap, and I tear myself away, breathing hard.
Nate doesn’t step back. He stays close, his gaze flicking down to my lips, his smirk downright unbearable.
“Tell me you didn’t like that,” he murmurs, his voice rough with pride.
I force myself to look unaffected, to ignore the way my lips tingle, but my body betrays me. The evidence is in my uneven breath and my fingers still curled in his stupid shirt.
His smirk deepens. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
I blink back at him as he snickers and walks off.
Nate Farnsworth bothers me.
He bothers me so much.
“Carly, wait up.”
Despite Nate's voice behind me, I keep a brisk pace to the elevator. It's been a long night, and as of one minute ago, I'm officially off duty. The last thing I want to do is spend my free time with him, especially not after having his mouth on mine.
When I reach the elevator and push the button, it doesn't immediately open. I was able to dodge Nate for the rest of the dinner cruise, but I have no such luck now.
His shoulder bumps mine as he joins me, waiting. “Where are you going?”
“To my room.”
“Why? The night is young.”
“Hardly. It's eleven p.m., and we have an early morning train to catch tomorrow.”
“Okay, Grandma.”
I flip a glare in his direction. “Some of us have to run this event.”
“Oh, please. At this point, running the event is all about herding cattle and shmoozing executives. You can spare an hour for a tuk-tuk tour. Might be good for optics.”
“Optics? No, thank you. I'm officially off the clock for the evening.”
“Okay, if you say so. But it's your loss. I saw Isaac and Lauren walk out the front of the hotel. I'm sure we'd bump into them."
My lips purse as my head inclines toward him. “I think we’ve given them plenty of content for one night.”
His smile beams. “And what a show it was.”
