“What you taste like.” Heated eyes roam down the length of my body, lingering on every curve and naked inch of flesh, before traveling back to my face. “You look gorgeous in this dress tonight.”
“T-thank yo-”
“Yet all I can think about is ripping it off of you.”
“Nathan,” I moan his name. He isn’t even touching me.
Caging me in with his bent elbows on either side of my head, he skims his nose along my cheek. His warm breath tickles as he brings his mouth to my ear. “I’ve had nothing butinappropriatethoughts ever since I saw you across the room. Would you like to know them, angel?”
I make an unintelligible noise.
He isn’t satisfied. “Words.”
“Y-yes, Nathan.”
Pulling my head back, he forces my gaze to lock with his salacious one. “I want to tug down the straps of your dress andbare your tits so I can find out what color your nipples are. While I suck on them because I will crave a taste, I’ll slip my hand under your dress to see how wet you get before I finger fuck your pussy.”
Nothing prepares me for his unapologetically debauched words. My traitorous nipples pucker at his crassness as if they have a direct connection to his voice.
It’s troubling.
No one’s ever talked to me this way.
He notices my inexperience like the seducer he is. The lust in his gray pupils burns hotter, loving the depth of my innocence.
“Your ex never told you he’d like to suck your pretty nipples?” he taunts. The flush on my cheeks deepens as I begin to tremble. One of his hands lowers to splay across my flat stomach. “Fuck, Arya. You’ve been missing out. I bet your nerdy little ex-fiancé never ripped your clothes off with the frenzied need to be inside you.”
No. Aryan never did.
Nathan’s gaze falls to my lips as I pant harder.
Words fail me.
Anaya didn’t warn me about this.
“Warn about what?” he drawls.
My eyes widen.
Shit. Did I speak out loud again?
“Yeah, angel.” Nathan smirks. “You just confirmed you said inappropriate things about me. Spill it now, or I’ll make you.”
“M-make me?”
“Yes.” His voice is a low growl. “Make you.”
“How?” I dare to ask. Too curious to bite my tongue.
“By pushing my fingers underneath your dress to rub your cunt and bring you near the edge without letting you fall againand again until you spill every secret to me. Right here in this corner where everyone can hear you scream my name.”
I’m drenched between my thighs instantly.
My clit throbs for friction.
As I shift to close my thighs to relieve the ache, Nathan presses his leg between them and pushes them apart.
An embarrassing whine escapes my lips in a rush.
