“I want to see you, Nathan.”
“You are, angel.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t,” I lie. “Tell me.”
Blushing furiously, she murmurs, “I want to see you without your clothes.”
“Then what?”
“I want to touch you.”
I step to the edge of the bed. “What else?”
“Taste you.”
I start unbuttoning my shirt without taking my eyes off her. “How?”
“My lips,” she purrs, breathing hard when I reach the last button. “My tongue. I want to kiss you all over until I know the taste of your skin.”
My cock throbs in time to the pulse in her throat.
She swallows when I pull my shirt from the waistband and shrug it off. Her tongue peeks out to lick along her bottom lip, while her greedy eyes roam all over my bare chest. Her pupils dilate when she pauses at my eight-pack abs.
“More,” she whispers. “Please.”
One word and my world centers around it.
Unfastening my pants, I shove them and my boxers down to the floor. My dick, hard and aching, slaps against my lower abs.
Arya’s fingers clench in the sheets, face flushing with lust as she bites the corner of her mouth. There’s not a hint of the shyness I’ve come to expect from her as she unabashedly stares at my cock.
It seems I’m not the only one with bad addictions.
The last thread of my control close to snapping, I crawl onto the bed and over her.
“Like what you see, little minx?”
Her gaze flits to mine, warming sweetly. “You’re very handsome, Nathan.”
She hasn’t seen the ugly side yet.
I nudge her thighs apart with my feet, fitting my hips between them. Her fingers curl around my biceps when I cage her in my arms. “How long have you been wishing to see me naked?”
“Since the night I met you on the terrace.”
The night our paths collided and she derailed my life. “You hated me.”
“Doesn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to you.” Tracing one hand to the back of my neck, she admits, “And I never hated you.”
“You called me an asshole, among other insults.”
She rolls her eyes. “Because you acted like one.”
“I should make you hate me.”
“Why?”
