“Because.” He tucked a stray hair behind my ear, lighting a blazing trail of desire to my core. “I remember everything about you, Ashley.”
We talked. We kissed. When I asked him to join me in my room, Nathan said no.
As joy drained from my body, I stared at my rainbow-striped socks like it was my job.
“Look at me.” When I looked up, he said, “I want you. So much it hurts.” He adjusted himself to prove his point. “And when I finally have you, there’ll be nothing to prevent you from screaming my name. Repeatedly.” His hooded eyes, his low, rough voice, and the bulge in his pants, convinced me he meant it.
“But not tonight?”
“No, because tonight I’d have to split my attention between worshipping you and protecting you and your grandmother.”
Liking the idea of Nathan worshipping me, I sucked in a gulp of air. My brain started imagining all the things he’d do when we finally stripped off our clothes and let loose.
The thought alone was almost orgasm-inducing.
Chapter 29
Nathan
Iwoke up early and checked the video feeds. Then I took a cold shower to rinse away the dreams of Ashley. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed them, but I couldn’t walk around with a raging hard-on.
Enjoying the quiet, I sipped my coffee while waiting for the sun to rise. There was something hypnotic about the world in those last moments before the sun signaled the start of the day.
When Gran joined me shortly after the sun peaked over the horizon, I poured her a cup.
“Cream and sugar?” I asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Thank you.” The spoon clattered against ceramic as she doctored her coffee.
“My pleasure.” Prince’s demanding meows caught me off guard. How did one small animal make so much noise? “Is he okay?”
“He wants breakfast. Would you be a dear and feed him?”
I’d do anything to make him shut up. “Where’s his food?”
Gran pointed to the tall cabinet beside the white refrigerator.
Anyone wanting to practice the skills necessary to be a SEAL should try feeding Prince. That damn cat used his voice, his body, and his claws to demand my attention. The little fur ball clearly blamed me for starving him, when it was his actions delaying the outcome he so desperately wanted.
“Is he always like that?” I asked after successfully completing my mission with only a few minor injuries.
“No, he must like you.”
“I’d hate to see how he acts with people he doesn’t like.” I shook my head and poured myself another cup of coffee.
Violet pulled a one-eighty and asked, “How’d things go with Ashley last night?” I rushed to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t spit out my coffee.
How do I answer that?Our relationship was complex, and her grandmother didn’t know our history. Nor did she need to.
What she knew was that I was crazy about her granddaughter.
I answered carefully, “We sat on the couch and talked late into the night.” I removed any chance she’d ask about physical activities.
Or so I thought.
“Do I need to have it cleaned?”
