Page 57 of Waiting Forever
I give her a tiny smirk. “I think you know.”
23
Kensington
HOLY HELL. THAT smile is downright sinful. Azure is at the door, waiting for me, and I can’t bring myself to move. “Nathan.”
“Shh.” He runs a finger down my cheek to my bottom lip.
The light contact sends a jolt to my core. Oh, God. Is this really happening?“I need to tell Azure I can’t go.”
“I think he knows you’re not.” He bends to my cheek and presses a gentle kiss to my skin.
I sigh, soften. “Nathan, please. Let me text him so he doesn’t worry.”
“Worry?” He drags his lips down my neck and to my shoulder, where he plants another kiss.
Any more of this and I won’t be able to think. But I can’t leave Azure hanging. He deserves a response. After all, he’s doing me a favor. “He could call the cops,” I murmur.
Nathan’s head pops up. “He would do that?”
“I don’t know. If I send him a quick text, he’ll be fine.”
Nathan draws in a deep breath and runs his hands up my arms and then down.
I shiver at his feather-light touch.
His nostrils flare with desire. “Is the phone in your purse?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t move.”
Before I can respond, he’s out of the closet and back in a heartbeat, my purse in his hand. He must have saw it earlier on the bed. “Text him.”
I dig out my phone, expecting to see a few texts from Azure or a call. Nothing.Weird.
I text him while Nathan brushes my hair behind my back and caresses my other cheek, and neck, and shoulder with his lips.
Change of plans. I can’t go. I’m so sorry. But everything is fine. Better than fine. I’ll call you later.
I hit Send and drop the phone into the open panty drawer. I moan and let my head fall back when Nathan’s hands slide over my hips and cup my behind.
“I love your body,” he murmurs against my collarbone. “It’s perfect for me. Everything about you is perfect for me.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
He lifts his head and stares into my eyes. “It’s true. Most of the time, I can’t take my eyes off you. I love your ass.” He rubs it again. “And your long legs. I want them around my waist.”
Oh, God. My underwear is soaked.
“And I love your breasts.” He cups the left one as he runs the pad of his thumb over my beaded nipple.
I swallow a moan. “They’re small.”
“They’re perfect, and I’m dying to feast on them.”
He must see the doubt in my eyes, because he cups my face. “You are and always have been the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I’ve never said that to anyone else and I never will. There isn’t a thing I would change about you.” He tilts his head to the side. “Except for this dress. It needs to come off.” He eases down the straps.
