“I don’t have a big house with a pool and tennis courts to play on every weekend.”
Ignoring me, Ethan sat at the table. “Sit down, Presley, and we can chat.” Press took a chair opposite Ethan, who continued talking. “Oh, by the way, Nate, Allie and the kids are at the 42nd Street library at some exhibit, but I’m going to meet them later. You and Presley have to join us for a drink and maybe dinner?” He didn’t even bother facing me, focusing that shit-eating grin on Press. “Please say yes. My wife would love to meet you. You can talk antiques together.”
Press appealed to me. “If you want to…?”
“Do you?” I sat next to him and rubbed my bare foot over his.
“I’m sure you’d like to see your family.”
What I’d like was to go back to bed and have Press ride me until we passed out from pleasure.
Save that thought for another day, Nate.
“Yeah. You and Allie can talk. I’m sure she’ll want to pay a visit to the store and spend lots of money.”
Ethan’s smile faded while mine grew. I could give as good as I got.
Press poured everyone coffee, and when Ethan went to the refrigerator to get the milk, he leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Do you mind us all getting together? If you don’t want them to meet me yet, I understand.”
Whoever had played a number on Press’s self-confidence deserved a punch in the gut. One I’d like to deliver personally.
“I think it’ll be great. I know Allie will love you.”
The problem was, I was beginning to feel like I might love him too.
Chapter Seventeen
“There is no way in hell I am going to meet your sister-in-law and the rest of your family in the same underwear I wore yesterday.” Hands on my hips, I glared at Nate, who stood naked in his bedroom. Ethan had left an hour ago, and we’d promised to meet him at five at the Rainbow Room for drinks.
“You can wear mine.” He tossed me a pair of black Andrew Christian briefs, and I tossed them back.
“You wear a large. I’m a medium.”
“I hadn’t noticed. You fit me perfectly.” His hot gaze raked over me, and my cock thickened.
“Stop looking at me like that.” I turned away to catch my breath, but Nate, damn him, pushed against me, molding his body to mine. He kissed the side of my neck, his stiff cock slid between my ass cheeks, and despite my earlier protests, I sighed and let him hold me. I could swear I turned to putty whenever the man touched me.
“Like what?” he murmured against my cheek, peppering me with kisses wherever he could reach.
“Like you want to have sex again. I have to go home.” I wriggled away and almost whimpered at the sight of him, eyes glittering, face flushed, fully aroused. God, he was a fantasy come to life. And I was damn grateful it was my life.
“Okay, okay. Can I come with you?”
“Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.” I slipped into the sweat shirt from yesterday and picked up my socks. “I’ll need another shower when I get home.”
“Good.” He wriggled into his briefs, and I mourned losing the sight of his beautiful cock. “We can take one together. I love shower sex.”
“You’re impossible. Admit it. You love sex. Period.” I pushed my feet into my sneakers and bent to lace them. When I stood, Nate was frowning at me.
“Give me a little credit. I do love sex, but I have standards. I’m only interested in you.”
The vulnerability he’d shown earlier when he spoke of his relationship with his father revealed itself again, and my heart both beat fast and squeezed tight. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t as into what we had as he was.
I crossed the bedroom in three strides and wrapped my arms around him. “And I’m only interested in you. Everything about you. I’m trying not to be so serious because I almost can’t believe what’s happened here is true.”
The natural curve of his neck was a perfect resting place for me, and I held his stiff body until he relented and tightened his arms around me.
“I know we said we’d be friends with benefits and keep it light, but the thought of you with someone else drives me nuts.” His lips touched my hair. “I can’t imagine you with anyone but me.”
