Page 15 of Unexpected Forever
“Yeah,”—I lift my eyes up to his and lick my lips—“but this is a special occasion. It doesn’t count.”
“Oh yeah? What’s the occasion?”
“The fact you’re here.”
In slow, casual movements, he reaches down and takes my glass, setting it on the rail beside me.
His hand slides over my hip, and the weight of it makes my skin burn. His six-foot-two frame towers over me, making me lean my head back to meet his eyes.
“Is that what you want, Charley? My hands on you?”
I nod, unable to speak, his deep voice like a caress when he says my name. Our gazes lock and the sharp bite of lust slicing through me is mirrored in his.
“Is that all you want? Just my hands?” He drops his head and his lips brush against my cheek. “What about my mouth? My tongue?”
His words mesmerize me. “Yes, please.”
He hums and rubs his nose down my neck, inhaling. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”
“It’s just soap.”
“Whatever it is, it’s driving me crazy.”
I close my eyes and try not to moan just from him barely touching me.
It has been a year after all.
“You’ve monopolized my thoughts all evening long, Charley.” He lifts his head and meets my eyes. “That doesn’t happen to me.”
“What kind of thoughts were you having?”
He growls. “Dirty ones.”
“Tell me about them.”
“First, I want to kiss that sassy mouth. I want to make you come with my fingers, my tongue, my cock.”
I shudder out a breath. “Kiss me, Nate.”
As the last syllable passes my lips, his mouth descends on mine.
It isn’t a sweet kiss either.
It’s greedy and possessive and hot as hell. His tongue is a weapon made to bring me to my knees.
He kisses me like I’m oxygen and he’s a drowning man. I curl a hand into his shirt as he tilts his head, taking the kiss impossibly deeper.
When we come up for air, his hips pin me against the column and his hard length presses against my belly. I want to rip off my dress and let him have his way with me.
My eyes flutter open and he looks as dazed as I feel.
“You know, this isn’t a good idea,” he says, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes a dark green.
My tongue licks the pad of his thumb. “It’s a supremely bad idea.”
His lips brush mine. “Yeah. Lots of reasons.”
I wrap a leg around his thigh. “You’re my best friend’s brother.”
