“Why not?”
“I don’t know if you’re ready for that,” he murmurs.
I feel the wetness pooling harder.
“Oh, believe me,” I say. “I’m ready.”
He steps closer.
My stomach flips like I’ve just missed a stair.
My thighs clamp again, sheer instinct. My pulse goes feral.
He stops at the edge of my space, close enough that I could reach out and grab his shirt or hook a finger into him and drag him in.
“Are you ready for me to be a little sadistic?” he asks. “For you to be a very willing girl?”
Willing.
My pussy flares hot at the word. Wetness slips lower, warm against the curve of my thigh. I rub my legs again, trying to catch friction, trying not to moan.
Nathaniel’s jaw flexes.
“Skye,” he says quietly. “Stop rubbing.”
My body freezes. Heat spirals up my spine.
I obey.
The silence after is vicious.
He watches me hold still, watches my breath stutter, watches the way my hands tense like I’m restraining myself from grabbing what I want.
His gaze lingers a beat too long.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Now answer something.”
He smiles.
“Do you love Talon?”
The shift is so sudden, I gasp. He’s too damn calm. I feel like I’m a small thing under his microscope. But somehow that makes everything hotter. I swallow.
“Yes.”
Nathaniel nods once, like he expected it.
“And you can love two men at once?”
My heart beats too hard. My body stays painfully still, but inside I’m shaking.
“I already do,” I whisper.
His nostrils flare.
“Just two?”
I let out a breath that doesn’t even feel like mine.
