Trembling a little at the growl in his voice, I turn slowly, showing him the length of my bare back. The cool air makes me shiver, and I gasp as the cold is replaced by a furnace of heated, very large alpha.
Nate’s chest brushes my back, and I inhale sharply at the feel of him against my skin.
He drops his head, his lips barely brushing my neck and I shake.
“Nate.” The whimper falls from my lips, and the growl that ripples through us both makes something clench low in my stomach.
“I want to see you in this again,” he murmurs against me. “Lying on a beach, in the sun. On a bed, underneath me. Anywhere, Gabrielle.”
I shudder. “Maybe Juan will let me keep it.”
“He will.” Nate sounds certain. “I’m making sure of it.”
The growing sound of voices breaks us apart, Nate’s nostrils flaring as he picks up my scent.
Juan claps his hands in delight when he sees us, casting a professional look over me with a firm nod and a smile. “This will be a jewel in the crown of my career,” he gloats. “I can feel it!”
Nate’s hand slides into mine, and he doesn’t let go as we’re ushered towards the set. This close, the heat from the lights and the cameras is sweltering, and I’m actually glad that I’m in this and not in something thicker.
My mouth goes dry as Juan directs us both into position.
“Kitten,” Nate whispers.
“Eyes on me, okay? Don’t think about them.”
Easier said than done. But it does help, even as Juan nudges us into increasingly intimate positions until my legs are shaking as I try to keep completely still.
“Nate, lift up her left leg and hook it around your waist. Gabby – lean back, and Nate will hold you. That’s it – stay where you are—,”
Nate looks down at me, his eyes heated as Juan works around us. The noise falls away, my awareness zeroing in to where our bodies are pressed together. My chest rises and falls, my breathing speeding up as Nate hardens underneath me.
My lips part as his voice rumbles through me. “Fuck, Gabby.”
The thin material between us provides no barrier at all, and the whine rumbles out of me as Nate chokes.
“We need the room!” he shouts.
There’s a click, and I hear Juan ushering everybody away, muttering about pheromones. My head feels hazy as I loll back in Nate’s arms, my hips moving, seeking.
“Gabrielle,” Nate says urgently. “What do you need?”
“I…” My voice almost slurs into the now empty room. “Need you.”
Nate curses, and then I’m lifted into strong arms, bundled against his warm chest as he jumps down from the platform. Turning my face, I nuzzle into his chest as he carries me, letting out a plaintive whine as I’m placed down on cool sheets.
“Shhh,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you, kitten.”
My head clears a little, and I blink my eyes open.
“Nate…,” my voice wobbles. “What’s happening?”
He strokes a careful hand over my hair. “I think we may have overdone it, baby. You’re all heated up. If we wait, you should calm down.”
I shake my head. I don’t want to calm down. I want him to finish what we started.
My fingers grasp onto Nate’s, and he swallows audibly as I try to pull his hand down.
“Kitten,” he whispers. “You’re not thinking clearly.”
