He placed a soft kiss on my neck, not continuing. I rolled my hips, pressing against him.
"And…?" I prompted. "I asked you first. So what?"
"I usually want to be the one who makes the first move," he said. "But with you… I don't know." He pressed another sucking kiss to my neck. My nerve endings flamed. "I liked it."
And I was liking this. No, I was loving this. The fire between my legs threatened to scorch me from the inside out, and Nathan had barely laid a hand on me. I didn't know if I'd make it when he finally slipped between my thighs and gave me what I craved.
Although as far as dying went, that was a pretty nice way to go. Much better than…
I shifted my thoughts back to Nathan. I turned in his arms, pressing my hands to his chest. He was tall. I had to look up to meet his gaze as I said the words I'd been thinking all night.
"Kiss me, Nathan."
