Page 51 of Prove You Wrong

I drag my gaze up to find his baby-blues seemingly locked on my mouth. I can’t stop my tongue from darting out, wetting my lips like it’s flirting with him without my consent.

‘You’ve got some — ’ the pad of his thumb swipes over my bottom lip, sending a tingle right down to my centre. My thighs clench remembering the other night and I’m undone.

I move into his touch and he slows, his hand now cupping my face. His gaze finds mine, his pupils dark, intense. My heart is thudding so powerfully I’m worried it might break free and start knocking on the wooden planks I’m leaning against.

Slowly, oh so slowly, I lean towards him, mentally imploring him to close the gap. To kiss me. His eyes flick to my mouth and then back to mine again, as he dips his head almost imperceptibly. I can’t stop myself moving closer still, all the arguments against him I had nicely lined up in my head, quickly evaporating.

All I can think of is the feel of his lips on mine again.

His fingers glide from my face into my hair, scratching my scalp as he weaves into it. The pressure from his hand takes a firmer grip now, encouraging me forwards. Guiding me to him.

I stop millimetres from him, feeling his heat radiate, breath tickling my skin. I press against his mouth, and he opens to me, kissing me tenderly, almost reverent.

Hand in my hair, he tugs on me, firmly adjusting my head to meet his need as his tongue explores and his kiss deepens.

I lace my hands around his neck, needing to feel him closer. Gathering his jacket into my two clenched fists I kneel up. I’m a heartbeat away from twisting and straddling him but his large hands have moved, each enclosing over one of mine. Gently he slows the kiss and breaks his mouth away from mine, my hands still pinned under his. He eases my grip, sliding my hands to his chest.

He takes in a deep shuddering breath, his ribs expanding under my touch.

‘We need to stop now.’

The air has stilled. The forest quiet.

‘What?’ I barely whisper, my voice sounding as desperate as I feel.

Breathing laboured, it’s as if he’s fighting to get his words out. ‘This could very easily turn into me stripping you naked,’ he rakes in another breath, ‘laying you down on this sheepskin rug, covering you in that whipped cream,’ he nods over to the picnic basket, ‘and then eating … well … everything.’

I swallow as his eyes dance. I’m guessing he knows the cream is cliché but he’d still do it.

‘And, then when you were good and satisfied, I would take my raging hard-on and plunge it inside you until you were … even more satisfied.’ He places my right hand over his hard length, the strong ridge palpable through his jeans. My palm heats with the feel of him, flames coil up my arm and through my body, spreading to the place that wants it the most.

His jaw tightens at my touch, eyes rolling back as his head falls against the wooden slats. It takes a moment but I see him gather himself, taking a deep inhale and forcing his eyes back open.

Voice low, he bites out, ‘I’m being deliberately crass. I need you to know how serious I am.’

I swallow. ‘I can’t see the problem with anything you’ve just said.’ My words come out breathy.

‘I can. One, I can’t promise to go slow.’ The rumble of his voice drills right to my core. ‘In fact, I think I’d lose control and I don’t want to hurt you.’ His pupils are so wide, I believe him. ‘Two, it’s too fucking cold to get you naked up here. Wouldn’t want you to lose any appendages to frostbite.’

I chuckle as he lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them.

‘You’d be keeping me warm.’ I try to keep on the hopeful side of desperation.

Nate offers a small smile. ‘And three, this date was about me showing you that you could trust me and that I wasn’t a bad influence with just one thing on my mind. And if we carry on like this, I promise you,’ he loops a lock of wild hair behind my ear, ‘I’ll be every bit the bad guy you think I am.’ His eyes blaze into me with his raw truth. ‘Thoughts of fucking you will be theonlything on my mind. Full stop.’

I can feel my slick desire pooling between my legs. His intensity is overwhelming. The need in his eyes, the gravel in his voice, the thickness in his cock. Fuck, Iwanthim to lose control.I’mabout to lose control.

‘I don’t think you should listen to what I said before.’ I try to backtrack. ‘I was obviously out of my mind or on drugs or something.’ I twine my fingers behind his neck, trying to draw him back to me. ‘You should discount all that.’ It comes out as a whisper.

‘And risk you waking up tomorrow with a head full of regrets?’ His hands clamp over mine again, stopping me in my tracks. ‘No way. I want another date.’ Holding me still, I feel his breath on my cheek as his forehead rests on mine. ‘One where you show me you trust me.’ He runs his nose along my jaw, and then murmurs in my ear, ‘That this is what you want. ThatI’mwhat you want.’ In one move, he’s untangled my hands from his collar and pushed himself away somehow.

What?Now is not the time to start being chivalrous.Fuck no.

‘Thisiswhat I want.’ I sit up straighter.

‘One more date.’ He rolls to his knees and pushes up to stand. I miss his closeness, his warmth, immediately.

Pride makes me try to cover my disappointment. I give what I hope is a cute kind of pout and then catch a hold of his hand as he reaches to pull me up.

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