Nathan’s lips roughly descend on mine after invading my personal space. Cradling my face between his palms, he sucks on my lips one by one. Coaxing them open with a teasing swipe of his tongue, he thrusts it inside and groans in pleasure.
The taste and sound of him have an eager moan climbing up my throat. I grab the railing on either side of my hips to stop myself from touching him.
He will not win me back so easily.
“Keep resisting us as hard as you can,” he growls, nipping my bottom lip harshly. “I’ll kiss and fuck it out of you, Ari.”
“You’ll fail.” It doesn’t come out as strong.
He smells it like a shark, his mouth tipping up on the side. Capturing my swollen lips again, he kisses aggressively. Tuggingat my hair, he parts my mouth wide and lashes my tongue with his, sucking so hard that it sends a zap to my clit.
The elevator dings as it stops on our floor, yet he doesn’t stop kissing me.
The gust of wind elicits goosebumps on my legs as the door opens and closes. Nathan remains lost in ravaging my mouth with wet and deep strokes of his tongue. His huge body curves over mine, heating it up from the inside out with his passion.
Dizzy and desperate, I uncurl my fingers from the railing and grab his shoulders tightly. Opening my mouth wider under the feral assault of his lips, I flick and roll my tongue around his and kiss him back.
It dismantles my defiance, my walls, and my anger.
Fisting his collar, I yank him closer to deepen the kiss. My other hand travels to the back of his head, tugging at his hair as I go wild.
Waiting for just this moment, my submission, Nathan rips his mouth back. Violently territorial grey eyes land on mine and he rasps, “You want my actions to prove how I can’t live without you, you’re about to get a whole lot of them.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Nathan
Lifting a shell-shocked Arya into my arms bridal style, I speedwalk toward my car.
“In a hurry?” she teases, looping her arms around my neck.
“Use what little time you have wisely,” I drawl, stealing another kiss from her bee-stung lips. “The second we get inside my place; I want your answer to be a yes and your little fuck-me dress on the floor.”
“You’re too cocky for your own good.” Her sultry tone is full of sass. “I’m not letting you in so easily.”
Oh, but she has.
The second she yanked me closer and kissed me with ownership.
Wrenching the passenger door open, I gently lower her onto the leather seat. Tightening the seat belt around her, I can’t resist toying with her hard nipple visible over the dress. Her eyes-now a mesmerizing shade of dark brown-grow hooded as she inhales roughly.
“Make me work for your trust, angel.” I push away a strand clinging to her cheek with my knuckle, whispering softly, “I’d do anything.”
Pulling back, I close the door and round to my side. I get behind the wheel and start the car and back out of the lot.
“This is straight up kidnapping, you know,” Arya huffs.
“You came more than willingly.”
“I was too afraid to fall since you dragged me away over your shoulder like a neanderthal.”
“You loved every second of it.”
The air charges with sensual energy and biting tension as I drive into the late night traffic. From the corner of my eye, I catch her crossing and uncrossing her thighs.
“Is your cunt aching for my cock?” I ask.
She instantly stills. “No.”
