She took a step back and then another one. Before she knew it, her back was against the door, and Nick was pinning her there with his hard body.
He’d showered, but he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Her green sundress with the definitely-too-low neckline was obviously overkill.
“See, that tells me it’s too much boob,” she complained.
His hand came up to cup her breast. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“I’m trying to make a good impression with your parents, not entice their son to maul me in the middle of dinner.”
“Thorn, baby. I’m the only one in that room whose opinion matters, and I like the dress.”
“Your opinion isnotthe only one that matters,” Riley scoffed. “I made a terrible impression on your mother.”
He brought his other hand to her other breast and squeezed, sending delicious shocks spiraling through her system. “Nowhere to go but up.”
“You’re saying that because they have to love you. It’s in their DNA.”
“Why does it matter if they like you or not?” he asked, his thumbs doing wicked things to her nipples through her bra.
“That’s a ridiculous question. They’re your family. Of course it matters if they like me.”
“I’m not following.”
“That’s because your hands are on my boobs, and you lose the power of thought,” she said, pushing his hands away.
“What were we talking about?”
“Nick!”
He grinned, and she was temporarily blinded by dimples.
“Look, all I’m saying is you’re my girlfriend. You’re coming home with me and getting into my bed tonight. Their opinion has no effect on that.”
“You don’t mind dating a girl that your parents could hate?” Riley clarified. It was a sentiment that went against her good girl nature.
His lecherous expression made her knees go weak. “Thorn, my family’s disapproval would make you even hotter in my eyes.”
“That is so seventeen-year-old girl of you,” she complained.
He lowered his head, and she shivered as his mouth skimmed over her throat.
“If you give me a hickey before dinner with your parents, I will be very unhappy with you.”
His teeth grazed her skin, and she poked him in the belly. Or, rather, the rock-hard abs.
“Have you been working out?” she breathed.
“A guy’s gotta make an effort,” he said. His tongue darted out to drag over her bare shoulder.
“So you don’t care if your parents like me or not,” she pressed.
“Not in the slightest. Now if they’re rude to you,thenI’ve got a problem. Words will be had. Dishes thrown. But no matter what, tonight ends the same way it was always going to end.”
“How’s that?”
“With me inside you.”
“Gah.” Her knees gave up the fight against gravity, and she slid several inches down the door before he caught her.
