numbers. Becca hadn’t seen Nate since he’d taken her to the lake several days ago, and he hadn’t tried to contact her in any way. She’d thought they’d had a good time, but she’d obviously been confused about that.
He held the phone to his ear for several moments, then tossed it into the Cadillac.
She’d thought his kiss had been filled with passion. White-hot desire and raw need, but she’d obviously been confused about that, too.
Several strands of golden hay fell from the toes of her boots and he looked up. For a split second, his gaze met hers, and instead of calling out to him, she backed away from the door.
One thing she wasn’t confused about, though, was her feelings for him. She liked him and wanted to see more of him. A whole lot more. So much so that the sound of his shoes on the wooden stairs made her suck in her breath and forget to let it out. She turned as his dark silhouette appeared, and with the each step he took toward her, his handsome face became more visible.
“Where is everyone?” he asked, his deep voice cutting through the darkness.
“Stella’s having her baby. Vince and Sadie left to be with her.” She clutched the veil to the front of her floral wrap dress. “Folks stayed around for a while but left already.”
“You’re kidding.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“My mother didn’t call and let me know not to drive all the way out here.”
And of course he hadn’t driven out to see her. While she’d been obsessing about that kiss, he hadn’t given her a thought. “I guess in all the chaos she forgot.” She was hurt by his disinterest even as her nerves made her stomach all squishy. “I’m just leaving. It’s getting late and I have . . .” She stopped and bit the corner of her bottom lip. She’d chatted a lot the day at the lake. He hadn’t seemed to mind, but she must have been confused about that, too.
“What?” He gently pulled the veil from her hands and tossed it on the hay bale. “What do you have to do?”
She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. “Leave.”
“I think you should stay for a while yet.” He took her hands in his and pulled her a step closer to him.
“Why?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He slid her palms up the front of his shirt to the back of his neck. His cool, fine hair tickled her fingers.
She didn’t believe him. If he couldn’t stop thinking about her, why hadn’t he tried to see her? “Right.”
A dark brow rose up his forehead. “You don’t believe me?”
“No.” But she wanted to. Really really bad.
“It’s the truth.” He settled his hands in the curve of her waist. “I can’t stop thinking about kissing you and I think we should do it again.”
“I don’t think we should,” she told him, but she didn’t step out of his grasp. Not yet.
“I think I should change your mind.” Slowly, as if giving her a choice to stop him, he lowered his mouth to hers. The brush of his lips stole what little breath was left in her lungs. The second she opened her mouth beneath his, he kissed her like he meant to take her choice away. If she thought the last kiss had been filled with raw passion, this time Nate showed her that she hadn’t a clue. This time it was filled with so much scorching need, she didn’t think to stop him when he slid his hands up her ribs. Through her thin dress and lace bra, he cupped her breasts and she took his deep moan into her mouth. He touched and teased her, and nipples turned hard with the sweet ache of pleasure and the pain of wanting more.
She should stop him while she still could. It was the right thing to do. If she stretched the five-date minimum rule, she could call the day at the lake a date. But that was still just one date. Not five.
Instead, she clung to him as his tongue chased hers and his hands pulled her dress apart, and he pushed her bra down her chest. His warm palms cupped her breasts and he brushed her nipples with the tips of
He held the phone to his ear for several moments, then tossed it into the Cadillac.
She’d thought his kiss had been filled with passion. White-hot desire and raw need, but she’d obviously been confused about that, too.
Several strands of golden hay fell from the toes of her boots and he looked up. For a split second, his gaze met hers, and instead of calling out to him, she backed away from the door.
One thing she wasn’t confused about, though, was her feelings for him. She liked him and wanted to see more of him. A whole lot more. So much so that the sound of his shoes on the wooden stairs made her suck in her breath and forget to let it out. She turned as his dark silhouette appeared, and with the each step he took toward her, his handsome face became more visible.
“Where is everyone?” he asked, his deep voice cutting through the darkness.
“Stella’s having her baby. Vince and Sadie left to be with her.” She clutched the veil to the front of her floral wrap dress. “Folks stayed around for a while but left already.”
“You’re kidding.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“My mother didn’t call and let me know not to drive all the way out here.”
And of course he hadn’t driven out to see her. While she’d been obsessing about that kiss, he hadn’t given her a thought. “I guess in all the chaos she forgot.” She was hurt by his disinterest even as her nerves made her stomach all squishy. “I’m just leaving. It’s getting late and I have . . .” She stopped and bit the corner of her bottom lip. She’d chatted a lot the day at the lake. He hadn’t seemed to mind, but she must have been confused about that, too.
“What?” He gently pulled the veil from her hands and tossed it on the hay bale. “What do you have to do?”
She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. “Leave.”
“I think you should stay for a while yet.” He took her hands in his and pulled her a step closer to him.
“Why?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He slid her palms up the front of his shirt to the back of his neck. His cool, fine hair tickled her fingers.
She didn’t believe him. If he couldn’t stop thinking about her, why hadn’t he tried to see her? “Right.”
A dark brow rose up his forehead. “You don’t believe me?”
“No.” But she wanted to. Really really bad.
“It’s the truth.” He settled his hands in the curve of her waist. “I can’t stop thinking about kissing you and I think we should do it again.”
“I don’t think we should,” she told him, but she didn’t step out of his grasp. Not yet.
“I think I should change your mind.” Slowly, as if giving her a choice to stop him, he lowered his mouth to hers. The brush of his lips stole what little breath was left in her lungs. The second she opened her mouth beneath his, he kissed her like he meant to take her choice away. If she thought the last kiss had been filled with raw passion, this time Nate showed her that she hadn’t a clue. This time it was filled with so much scorching need, she didn’t think to stop him when he slid his hands up her ribs. Through her thin dress and lace bra, he cupped her breasts and she took his deep moan into her mouth. He touched and teased her, and nipples turned hard with the sweet ache of pleasure and the pain of wanting more.
She should stop him while she still could. It was the right thing to do. If she stretched the five-date minimum rule, she could call the day at the lake a date. But that was still just one date. Not five.
Instead, she clung to him as his tongue chased hers and his hands pulled her dress apart, and he pushed her bra down her chest. His warm palms cupped her breasts and he brushed her nipples with the tips of
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