Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“It’s okay.” He laughs. “I doubt you have anything that will fit me.”
I actually know for certain that I do, but that will mean…
I glance at his shirt that’s now covered in stickiness, debating if I should just let him stay like that or if I should try to wash it or…
When he attempts to wipe the honey off and it smears, making it worse, I head to my room, yelling over my shoulder, “Give me a minute, and I’ll try to find you something.”
I grab the shirt from my drawer and bring it out to him. “Here, this should fit you.”
He glances down at the gray shirt with the Aspen skiing logo that’s identical to the shirt he wore during our time in London and smirks.
“You stole my shirt?” he asks, but it’s a rhetorical question because he already knows I did. He wore it to bed, and after we made love, I put it on and kept it.
“Just take the damn thing,” I say with a huff, my face heating from embarrassment.
I extend my hand out for him to take the shirt, but instead of him grabbing it, he tugs on the fabric, jerking me toward him until I’m situated on his lap, my legs straddling him.
“I love that you kept a piece of me,” he murmurs, his face only a breath away from mine. “Tell me, Princess, did you sleep with it on?”
His gaze locks with mine, and the fire in his eyes has me squirming.
“Yes,” I admit, making him growl under his breath.
He brings the shirt up to his nose and inhales, and I cover my face with my hands.
“You haven’t washed it,” he murmurs. “It smells like me…and you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter. “I’m a freaking weirdo who stole your shirt and slept with it every night without washing it because it smelled like you.”
“Nothing about that is weird,” he says, lifting my chin so I’m forced to look at him. “You remember the silky underwear you wore to the wedding? The pair I pocketed?”
I nod, remembering that when I left, I was pantyless, but I was too upset about having to end things with Nate to give it much thought. I went back to my room, changed, and then sulked for the rest of my time in London.
“They’re currently in my drawer at my house…unwashed.” He smirks devilishly, and my insides knot. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve smelled them to get a whiff of your essence.”
He glides his hand around to the back of my head and entangles his fingers in my hair. “I’ve done nothing but think about you the past four months.” He tilts my head to the side and then leans in, audibly inhaling my scent. “About the way you smell.” He runs his nose along my neck. “Your soft, smooth skin.” As he peppers kisses along my jaw, warmth spreads through my body. “Your sweet taste,” he murmurs against my lips, giving me a chance to back away.
When I make no move to stop him, he takes that as my approval, and then his mouth connects with mine in a searing, toe-curling kiss. And just like that, my body goes from warm to on fire as I get lost in everything that is Nate.
His fingers tighten in my hair as he deepens the kiss, and I shift slightly, turned on and desperate for the connection only Nate can give me.
When my pelvis grinds against his and I feel his hard length between my legs, only my panties and his sweats creating a barrier between us, I gasp and pull back.
“What are we doing?” I breathe, wondering how the hell we went from eating Chinese to devouring one another.
“Most people call it kissing,” Nate says with a boyish grin.
“You know what I mean.” I glare as I try to climb off him.
He releases my hair to grip my hips to prevent me from moving. “Stop. I know,” he says. “But we don’t have to have it all figured out. Right now, I’m just so damn happy to have you back in my arms when, four months ago, I thought I’d never get to see you again, let alone kiss you.”
He kisses me once again, and when I squirm in his lap, unable to hide how turned on I am, he says, “Let me take care of you.”
And because I’m pregnant and horny and in need of a release, instead of saying no, like I probably should, I say, “Okay.”
chapter eighteen
NATE
The second she says okay, I tighten my hold on her and stand, carrying her to her room. Sure, we have things to figure out, but right now, the only thing I want to focus on is giving Paige pleasure. I could feel it when we were kissing, how wound up she was, and I remembered, on several occasions, the way my brother would brag about how horny his wife was when she was pregnant.