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“Okay. I won’t take it personally.” She held up her hand. “But, for the record, and my dignity: If it wasn’t for Piper, you’d stay, right?”
“ Oh, hell yeah,” he breathed. Raw want rose in his gut as he looked into those smoky eyes, and he exhaled roughly. “I have to go. Now.”
“ All right.” She pulled the door open and he stepped into the doorway. “You’re a good man, Nate. That’s a good thing.”
She leaned back against the doorjamb and looked up at him, her lips slightly parted and her blue eyes soft from vodka and being itchy, and he couldn ’t believe his fucking luck. It had been a long time since a woman like that had looked at him like that, and he knew the odds were good it would be a long time before it happened again. And here he was, turning down money for his dad, turning down Freya for Piper and who would it kill if he touched her, just for a second?
He reached up one hand, just wanting to know the feel of her skin. She nuzzled her face into his palm, just a slight movement, and everything else melted away but her. He stepped closer and she took in a deep breath as the warmth from their bodies built a raw heat between them. He moved slowly, knowing these few seconds would have to last him a long time. He slid his hand slowly from her face to her neck, letting his fingers twine in the softness of the hair at the back of her neck. He lowered his head, grazing his lips so lightly over hers that they barely touched. Freya moaned and his body hardened in response. He pulled her to him and kissed her as if it was the last thing he’d ever do, and if his heart didn’t stop pounding like that, it just might be.
Her hands ran over his shoulders, her fingers pressing into his skin, sending waves of heat shooting through him, intensifying his need. She pulled him tighter against her, pressing her abdomen against him, making him so hard so fast that he thought his entire body would explode right there. Oh, God, if the itching was this good, how good would the scratching be?
“Oh, man,” he said, pulling himself away with the last bit of strength he had left. “That was...”
“ Yeah.” She let out a breath, looking a little stunned herself.
He stared at her for a moment, willing some blood to return to his brain. She stared back, breathing heavily, and put her hand to her neck.
“Maybe you should go,” she said.
“ Yeah. Right.” He pushed himself away from the doorjamb. “Good night.”
“ ’Night.” She smiled, then stepped inside and shut the door. Nate knelt, gathered his tool belt and box of nails from the porch, and started back for his house, the heady mix of Freya and vodka still on his lips. He walked slowly, concentrating on the taste of her, the smell of her, the memory of how she’d felt in his arms.
By the time he got to the house, he was sure.
That kiss had been worth the two million.
Five
F reya swiped the bottle off the coffee table. She took one giant swig, coughed for a few minutes until her face was red, and still, even after a near-death experience by vodka, she was so turned on she hardly knew what to do with herself.
Well, she did have one idea, but... she glanced around at her immediate environment. A lumpy orange couch. She supposed she could pull out the bed inside, but by the time she...
The showerhead.
“ Oooh, smart girl, Freya.” She walked into the bathroom and leaned against the doorway, staring at the tub. She couldn’t believe it was just yesterday that she’d stood in that same place, watching Nate fix the leaky faucet there. If she’d had any idea how that man kissed, she would have thrown him down on the floor and had her way with him right then and there. Remembering the heat of him on her skin set her body back into overdrive, and she hurried out to her suitcase to get something comfortable to change into after her bath. If Nate wouldn’t scratch her itch for her, she’d just have to scratch it
“ Oh, hell yeah,” he breathed. Raw want rose in his gut as he looked into those smoky eyes, and he exhaled roughly. “I have to go. Now.”
“ All right.” She pulled the door open and he stepped into the doorway. “You’re a good man, Nate. That’s a good thing.”
She leaned back against the doorjamb and looked up at him, her lips slightly parted and her blue eyes soft from vodka and being itchy, and he couldn ’t believe his fucking luck. It had been a long time since a woman like that had looked at him like that, and he knew the odds were good it would be a long time before it happened again. And here he was, turning down money for his dad, turning down Freya for Piper and who would it kill if he touched her, just for a second?
He reached up one hand, just wanting to know the feel of her skin. She nuzzled her face into his palm, just a slight movement, and everything else melted away but her. He stepped closer and she took in a deep breath as the warmth from their bodies built a raw heat between them. He moved slowly, knowing these few seconds would have to last him a long time. He slid his hand slowly from her face to her neck, letting his fingers twine in the softness of the hair at the back of her neck. He lowered his head, grazing his lips so lightly over hers that they barely touched. Freya moaned and his body hardened in response. He pulled her to him and kissed her as if it was the last thing he’d ever do, and if his heart didn’t stop pounding like that, it just might be.
Her hands ran over his shoulders, her fingers pressing into his skin, sending waves of heat shooting through him, intensifying his need. She pulled him tighter against her, pressing her abdomen against him, making him so hard so fast that he thought his entire body would explode right there. Oh, God, if the itching was this good, how good would the scratching be?
“Oh, man,” he said, pulling himself away with the last bit of strength he had left. “That was...”
“ Yeah.” She let out a breath, looking a little stunned herself.
He stared at her for a moment, willing some blood to return to his brain. She stared back, breathing heavily, and put her hand to her neck.
“Maybe you should go,” she said.
“ Yeah. Right.” He pushed himself away from the doorjamb. “Good night.”
“ ’Night.” She smiled, then stepped inside and shut the door. Nate knelt, gathered his tool belt and box of nails from the porch, and started back for his house, the heady mix of Freya and vodka still on his lips. He walked slowly, concentrating on the taste of her, the smell of her, the memory of how she’d felt in his arms.
By the time he got to the house, he was sure.
That kiss had been worth the two million.
Five
F reya swiped the bottle off the coffee table. She took one giant swig, coughed for a few minutes until her face was red, and still, even after a near-death experience by vodka, she was so turned on she hardly knew what to do with herself.
Well, she did have one idea, but... she glanced around at her immediate environment. A lumpy orange couch. She supposed she could pull out the bed inside, but by the time she...
The showerhead.
“ Oooh, smart girl, Freya.” She walked into the bathroom and leaned against the doorway, staring at the tub. She couldn’t believe it was just yesterday that she’d stood in that same place, watching Nate fix the leaky faucet there. If she’d had any idea how that man kissed, she would have thrown him down on the floor and had her way with him right then and there. Remembering the heat of him on her skin set her body back into overdrive, and she hurried out to her suitcase to get something comfortable to change into after her bath. If Nate wouldn’t scratch her itch for her, she’d just have to scratch it
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