Page 91 of Unexpected Forever
Nate lays the book on the coffee table and stands. His movements are slow, almost predatory as he walks toward me.
The tension in the room is so thick, I can hardly breathe.
This is how I’m going to die. Death by suffocation due to sexual frustration.
When he stops in front of me, I tilt my head back to look at him. His hand cups my chin, his thumb grazing my jaw, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “Not a single one.”
My heart pounds in my ears, and it’s hard to catch my breath when he touches me.
He studies my eyes. “What about you? Any regrets?”
His voice is deep and low, making sparks dance along my skin. But his gaze holds shadows. Shadows of worry and uncertainty.
Did I have regrets? Most people in my situation would probably answer “hell yes.” But I can’t find it in me to have any.
“No. No regrets.”
He smiles, and hot, wet heat shoots straight between my legs. The man is magnificent, and while he looms over me, I don’t feel intimidated at all. I feel safe.
“And if you’re wondering if I’m here just for the baby, the answer is no, Charley. I’m here because of you.”
His sweet words are one more chink in the armor I have around my heart.
Damn him.
In my head, I hear the last of the chains holding me back snap.
My tongue darts out to lick my dry lips. His gaze follows the action before coming back to mine. “I may have one little regret.”
He narrows his eyes. “What’s that?”
“Rule number three.”
His eyes light up with desire, and the grin that spells trouble for me every time appears.
We’re on the same page.
Thank God.
“We can always fix that,” he says, shifting closer to me, his body brushing against mine. He keeps one hand under my jaw, the other dragging up my arm with a featherlight touch, lighting my body up like the Fourth of July.
With my heightened senses, I almost lose it standing so close to him.
“Give in to me, Charley,” he coaxes, his voice low and raspy, his nose running along the column of my throat.
“Nate…”
He tilts his head and lowers his mouth toward mine. But he stops just short of my lips, so close his breath is hot on my face.
“Say it, Charley. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you.”
His lips curve in a wicked smile, making my knees buckle. “Good girl.”
He lowers his mouth, and his lips seal over mine in a soft, but demanding kiss.
My mouth opens for him and his tongue slides along mine, numbing my brain to anything else.
