“I’m—” He cuts me off before I even have a chance to speak, towering over me. I tilt my head as he palms the back of my neck, his mouth crashing down over mine.
His tongue swipes over my bottom lip for me to open up to him, so I do, and I let go. He kisses me with fervour and urgency until we’re both breathless. He rests his forehead against mine.
“I’m sorry about today,” he whispers over my lips. “It wasn’t fair for me to say what I did.”
I tilt my head back to see his face more clearly, but pull his body closer to mine. “I’m sorry too. I like you, Nathan, and if we’re being honest, that scares the ever-living shit out of me.”
His eyes soften as he draws back to study my face. “I’m scared, too, Tink. You have no idea how much. But I want to explore this, us.”
My heart skips a beat and my belly flutters. “You do?”
He nods. “Yes, let me take you on a date, cook you dinner, just as long as it involves me spending time with you. This wasn’t just about sex for me.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his knuckles. My entire body rises in goosebumps. “Don’t get me wrong, it was great, no, better than great, but this is deeper than that.”
Well, he’s not wrong. There’s no denying we have chemistry.
“Today was a lot, and I know I came on strong,” he says.
I open my mouth to say something, but he silences me with the pad of his thumb.
“Don’t, Vi, don’t try and make excuses for me. I speak before I think, Vi. It’s one of my lesser qualities.”
Flicking out my tongue, I lick his thumb before nipping it gently and pulling it away from my mouth.
“That might be true, but I still like you despite it,” I admit.
He smiles. “Yeah?”
“Yep.”
He dips his head and kisses my forehead before cupping the back of my head and pulling me to his chest. I love how he holds me, and it might just be one of my new favourite things.
Nathan's hands move to my hips and then up and under my dress, cupping my arse where he lifts me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist.
“So my question is, are we officially seeing one another?”
“Yeah, I dare say we are.”
He nips my chin and trails his mouth over to the shell of my ear.
“Good,” he says in a deep whisper, which has my core clenching as he pulls me into his ever-growing arousal. “Now, how about we carry on where we left off this morning?”
My tongue swirls over the soft skin of his throat. “And where would that be?”
His fingers dig into my arse cheeks. “With my head buried between your thighs, until you explode all over my tongue, screaming my name.”
I swallow, my thighs tightening around his waist. “Yes, that’s a definite yes.” He is indeed a sensualist, and I am in no way complaining.
His mouth finds mine, kissing, teasing, our tongues duelling in a sensual dance, leaving me panting and wanting. There’ll probably be a wet patch where I’m pressed up against his lower abdomen because he has me writhing with need, and he’s barely even touched me.
ChapterThirty-Five
NATHAN
As soon as I drove away from the hall, I found myself heading toward Violet’s. I had no idea what I would say or even how to redeem myself. I acted like a fucking idiot, and she didn’t deserve that. So there I sat and waited until she came home. I had no idea when that would be, but it didn’t matter. She deserved an apology.
She looked a little surprised to see me, and I wouldn’t have blamed her if she’d ignored me either.
Neither of us spoke as I trailed behind her into the kitchen. I thought I’d worked out what I would say to her, but once I was in her presence, all thought seemed to have disintegrated.
