Fake, page 19
I turn and there he is. Arms crossed. Thorn and bramble gaze piercing the night. I smile and he glares and won’t he think it’s funny when he learns what just happened.
“To the many, many good things we’ll discover together.” Benjamin presses a kiss to the back of my hand before returning me to Nathan. “Thank you for letting me borrow your date. She’s quite a woman.”
With that, he saunters away, head held high, smile in place as people watch and whisper.
“I bet that made your night,” Nathan growls, barely meeting my eyes.
“In a string of surreal days, this one takes the cake.”
He’s jealous. There’s no hiding it. I should put his mind at ease, but there’s something fun in drawing it out. I won’t make him suffer long, though.
Nathan rakes a hand through his hair. “The whole reason we’re…whatever we’re doing…is because you had a thing for Benjamin and your drunk friend tried to play Cupid.”
“I did have a thing for him.” I place my palm to Nathan’s cheek and meet his eyes. “But it pales in comparison to the thing I have for you.”
A slow smile creeps across Nathan’s face as he leans into my touch. It’s like watching the dawn chase away the shadow of night. A thawing. A warming. And then, the sun in all its blinding glory.
He kisses me, his lips gentle then commanding, his hands whispering up my back, slipping over silk to find skin. His body presses to mine, strong and hard, and mine answers, supple, clenching, a low, throbbing need burning in my belly.
Nathan pulls back, brushing his forehead to mine. “Is that why he gave you back so early? Your thing for me?”
One kiss.
Another.
People are watching and I’m suddenly shy.
“Apparently this was all a big marketing scheme.”
“Marketing…?” Nathan cocks his head. “What the hell, Mina?”
“This is pretty much the best night of my life for a number of reasons.” With the man beside me being the biggest of those reasons. I can’t stop smiling and the look in his eyes is like coming home. Like becoming whole. Like knowing all is right in my world.
Nathan glances at the gathered crowd, then leans close to whisper, “Why don’t we get out of here and you can tell me all about it.”
And suddenly all I want is to be alone with him, so I can finally be with him. I want to tell him I stopped faking weeks ago and I want him to agree. I want him to touch me and take me and fulfill the promise he made with that first kiss in the parking lot at The Pact when the moon was full and expectant and hinted at wonderful things.
I nod and he smiles, then takes my hand and we wind through a crowd whispering questions as we leave.
There’s one thing I know for sure:
I want more time with Nathan West.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Mina
I tell Nathan about Benjamin’s offer in the car. My words trip over each other, each one more eager than the last to get out. “Bancroft and Blake Design. I mean…how awesome is that?”
“That’s amazing, Mina. I’m so proud of you and not at all surprised. You’re so incredibly talented. Benjamin would have to be blind not to see.”
He hasn’t let go of my hand since we got in the car, his thumb brushing my knuckle in a soothing dance. Everything’s shifted now. The nerves I felt when he picked me up have dissipated, burnt off like morning fog giving way to the sun, dewdrops glittering. A surge of anticipation effervesces through my bloodstream as Nathan’s driver pulls to a stop in front of a modest two-story house on the water. It’s so much smaller than the one Benjamin and I are designing for him, smaller even than his parents’ house, that I don’t immediately unlatch my seatbelt, certain there’s been a mistake. But Nathan climbs out of the car and the driver steps out to open my door, so this must be where we’re supposed to be.
I emerge into a night filled with expectation.
It pulses through the air.
The stars glimmer with it.
The sea roars with it.
I’m bursting with it.
“This isn’t the house I imagined for you,” I say, as Nathan crosses in front of the car to take my hand once again.
“Had something more lair-like in mind? Something better suited to The Prince of Darkness?” He grins as he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my cheek. He can’t stop touching me and I don’t want him to.
“It’s a quarter the size of what Benjamin and I designed for you.”
“I’ve only recently decided to take Dom’s advice and play the hand I was given. Let myself enjoy being rich.” With a familiar hand on my back, Nathan leads me towards the steps.
I pause as I reach for the handrail.
“Are you enjoying it?” I ask, though what I really want to know is what now? What about us? Who is Dom and why does no one like him?
“I haven’t enjoyed much of the last couple months.” Nathan takes the stairs, then slips his key into the lock, pausing to look at me. His eyes simmer with heat, with meaning, with something that has me stepping closer.
“That’s not true.” His voice is low. Personal. “I’ve enjoyed my time with you very much.”
Nathan gestures for me to enter and I step inside his home, aware of how close he is as I pass. Being here with him feels more intimate than having him on his knees for me in the dressing room. This is his space, filled with his things, a personal glimpse into who Nathan West really is and what he values.
I enter into an open living room with a straight path to a dining area. Windows and a sliding glass door to my right reveal a covered deck that overlooks the water—a spectacular view if I’ve ever seen one. To my left is what looks like an office. The furnishings are expensive, though a few years old. Three gorgeous guitars with gleaming wood line one wall with several paintings hanging above, all by the same artist.
“My mother did those,” Nathan says, brushing his fingers against my bare shoulder. “Those two, she did while she was pregnant with me. The others happened throughout my childhood.”
I step closer to one done in the exact shades I imagined for Nathan’s new house—blues, grays, browns, and greens. Focusing on the paintings gives me a break from the tension smoldering between us.
“They’re beautiful.” I glance his way, stoking the fire. “They capture your essence perfectly.”
“Mom’s good at everything she does. Wine? Whiskey?” he asks, then heads toward the kitchen without waiting for a response, almost as if he’s feeling the same way I am. Like we’re constantly resisting a pull that will eventually overpower us.
“Wine would be nice,” I say, then follow, taking in my surroundings, surprised by how normal everything feels. When I first met Nathan, I’d pegged him as one of those Hollywood trust fund types. A man used to having everything he wants, whenever he wants it. Spoiled. Entitled. The kind of man who hires the best of the best to build a house that could fit three families rather than just one person.
This feels more like the man I’ve come to know. Thoughtful. Kind. Lacking pretense.
“I picked up a bottle of vin santo rosso. Seemed to be something you enjoy.” Nathan slides off his jacket and loosens his bow tie, then pulls a corkscrew out of a drawer and a bottle of wine off the rack. “Kept thinking you might be here someday. Then I kept thinking that was pretty stupid of me, right up until it happened.”
Nathan pours wine for me and whiskey for him, then pauses before handing me the glass. “You don’t have to stay. In case that needed to be said. I can drive you home or call for a ride or whatever you want.”
Energy sizzles between us. He’s giving me an out I don’t want.
“Do you want me to stay?”
He tosses back his whiskey and puts the glass on the counter without looking at me. “Only if you want to.”
“Nathan.” I put a hand on his, craning my neck to meet his eyes. “Do you want me to stay?”
The question hits the conversation like a sucker punch. His jaw pulses and his hands ball into fists and I’m standing here, waiting for an answer that shouldn’t be this hard to find. An answer I have to have before anything else happens.
We started out hating each other but that isn’t true anymore.
Something’s shifted.
Something important.
And before I let myself think thoughts like that, I need to know. Does he want me? Is this real? Or is Fallon right and I’m falling for an illusion?
Nathan takes the wine glass from my hand and places it beside his whiskey. “I want you to stay.”
“Because if I stay, we’ll…” I pause before I suggest he finish what he started at Blush.
“I want that too.” His voice is husky. It rasps into the room, drenched in need. “I’ve wanted it every day since we first met.”
And then Nathan’s lips are on mine, kissing away the confusion. This chemistry isn’t fake. Neither is the way he touches me, so reverently. He brought me here tonight because he wants me for himself.
And I want him just as much.
I slide my hands up his back, reveling in the corded muscles under my hands and oh my God when did this start to feel so right? When did I start needing him to touch me? To lick me?
When did I start wanting him to want me?
Nathan grips my hips, then skates his hands over my ass. “That’s what I fucking thought,” he growls. “No panties.”
“We agreed not to comment on each other’s underwear.” My lips drag across the stubble on his jaw, his throat. I slip my hands under his jacket and push it off his shoulders. He lets it fall, then brings his hands right back to my body.
“I also agreed I wouldn’t touch you without an audience,” he says, grabbing my ass in both hands and pressing me against an impressive erection. “Are you saying you want me to stop?”
“God no. I’m saying I want more.”
More, Nathan. More.
Now, Nathan. Now.
I slide his bowtie from around his neck, then pull his shirt out of his pants, undoing his buttons because he’s seen me naked and now, I need to see him. He watches me work, his eyes on my fingers, and then, when the last button is free, he’s kissing me before I have time to appreciate what I unveiled. We’re a tangle of limbs, desperate to feel everything, all at once. Months of chemistry boiling to a head.
To this moment.
The two of us finally giving in.
Nathan hooks his arms under my hips and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me past the kitchen to a first-floor bedroom that looks like it’s been plucked off my mood board for his new house. He places me on the edge of his bed, then kicks off his shoes and lets his shirt fall to the floor. I trail my fingers down his chest and abs, tracing the smattering of dark hair that disappears into his pants. He’s had me moaning in pleasure and now it’s my turn to return the favor. I work the button at his waist but he takes my hand, kissing each finger before he kneels in front of me to work the strap of my shoe, his thumb caressing my ankle. His lips kissing my calf.
First one.
Then the other.
Then the zipper of my dress and the one in his pants and he’s climbing on top of me, his knees spreading my thighs as he lowers me to his bed. “I’m gonna be greedy this time,” he whispers, “but I’ll be generous afterwards.”
“Be greedy,” I say, reaching between us to wrap my fingers around his cock.
He groans, a guttural sound that has my legs draping around his waist, heels digging into his ass. I want him inside me, thrusting, hips rocking, bodies sweating.
“Condom,” he murmurs as I grip his length, pumping him toward my opening.
“I’m on the pill.”
Nathan’s gaze captures mine, hooded, heated, hungry. He presses his crown against me, stretching me as he slides agonizingly into place. My mouth opens, my jaw thrust forward, eyes locked on his as I adjust to his girth. I’m panting, close to exploding, and he hasn’t even started to move. Just having him inside me is a masterclass in pleasure.
“Fuck, Mina. You’re perfect.”
And with a single roll of his hips, our worlds shift, moving inexpressibly closer. Intermingling. Unifying. A blessed harmony.
I gasp and moan as he braces his hands on either side of my head, his lips crashing over mine. Our skin slaps and his pace speeds and I clench around him because oh holy fuck I didn’t know it could feel like this.
“Mina…” My name tumbles from his lips, into my heart.
I rake my fingers into his hair and press my forehead to his. “I love it when you say my name.”
“Mina…” Nathan groans, panting as he stares into my eyes.
I’m floating. Disintegrating. Coming undone and being made whole in an infinite loop. His lips are a necessity. His touch an inevitability. He brands me with his energy. He is everything and I am more than I’ve ever been and a flutter starts low in my belly then rises through me. For no reason and every reason, I realize my entire life was driving me to this point. Into his arms. His bed. His body hitting mine like a live wire.
I clench and I buck.
Coming apart.
Coming back to life.
Nathan nips at my throat. My jaw. “I warned you I’d be greedy,” he rasps. “I’ve wanted this too long.”
I’m beyond answering. Beyond caring. I am sensation and pleasure. I throb and scream, my hands on his ass, his name on my lips, my teeth on his shoulder.
With a guttural growl, Nathan finishes, spurting inside me with one last thrust as his eyes squeeze closed and my body holds him tight.
TWENTY-NINE
Nathan
Holy fuck.
Oh hell.
What the shit.
I collapse beside Mina, my lungs on fire. My head clear of the roar of questions and worries that have been my constant companion for weeks. Maybe my entire life.
I close my eyes.
Whatever happens next, this was worth it.
Mina was worth it.
I am not made for barbed wire and raised defenses.
I am made for her.
After this night, there’s one thing I know for sure:
I was stupid to think I didn’t like Mina Blake.
She lays her head on my chest, tracing designs on my belly with her fingernails. “I think we just violated every single rule we set for ourselves at the beginning of this. Maybe a few extras. I don’t know.”
I wrap an arm around her shoulders, fully relaxed. Completely sated. Sliding into sleep with her body pressed against mine. “Fine with me.”
The words slip into the room as my eyes close. So this is what contentment feels like. A complete lack of urgency to be anywhere but where I am or do anything but hold her close and breathe her in.
Mina presses a kiss to my chest, my throat, the soft spot beneath my ear. “But you’re in your villain era,” she whispers. “And I’m the sweet damsel caught in your trap. Shouldn’t I be afraid?”
I’m the one who’s caught. I’ll never not want you again. Why doesn’t that scare me?
No time for thoughts like that. Not now. Not yet. They can wait until tomorrow, when I have it in me to care about right and wrong. When I can wonder how Mina slipped through the barbed wire wrapped around my heart.
I run a hand through her hair. “Is that what happened? I trapped you?”
“That’s what I’ll tell people when they ask. Even though I can’t think of anywhere else I want to be” She giggles into my skin. It’s like oxygen. Like taking my first full breath after a deep dive. Like stepping out of the ocean in winter and warming myself by the fire.
“I can see the headlines now. ‘Nathan West falls for owner of ancient Honda. She’s more than dazzling and spectacular. She’s extraordinary.’” I wave a hand through the air as if I’m reading the article off my ceiling.
The joke sours my mood. I don’t want to think what that stupid Fallon Mae will say about this. She twists everything I do into something awful, and I don’t want that to happen to Mina. She’s wonderful. She’s everything. She’s the light I’ve been searching for.
“No, Nathan. That’s you. You’re the one who’s extraordinary. You’re kind and give so much of yourself. You’re smart and strong and so incredibly sexy I sometimes can’t hear what you’re saying because I’m too busy staring. Me? I’m just plain Mina,” she says, still tracing her fingers across my skin, driving me fucking mad with lust.
I’d rather focus on that then the what ifs and what nows circling my head like vultures.
In one swift movement, I roll Mina onto her back, caging her with my arms. She shrieks, giggling as I lower my lips to suckle a breast.
“What are you doing?” she moans.
“There’s nothing plain about you, HM. Nothing at all.” I nip at her throat, then whisper in her ear, “I was greedy before. Now it’s time to be generous.”
Who knows how long later, Mina and I are back in the kitchen. She’s wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. It grazes her thighs and whispers of familiarity. I like it more than the dress she wore here. She finishes her wine while I sip on whiskey, the light above the sink illuminating the room. There’s something comfortable about having her here with me. In my home. The whole world asleep except for us.
Mina swirls a finger along the rim of her glass, her hips swaying as she leans against the counter. “The day we met, if someone told me I’d end up drinking wine in your kitchen at three in the morning, I’d have laughed in their face.”
I mimic her posture, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, a long line of contact between us. “Your first impression that bad?
“God yes.” She leans her head against mine. “Not only were you exceptionally rude that day, which would have been enough to put me off all by itself, but I called you that night, drunk and desperate, after accidentally hitting send on a text that never should have seen the light of day. I was stupid and you were mean. Not exactly a recipe for whatever we just did in your bedroom.”
“No, I guess it isn’t.” I press a kiss to her head, caught in the memory of that day.
“To the many, many good things we’ll discover together.” Benjamin presses a kiss to the back of my hand before returning me to Nathan. “Thank you for letting me borrow your date. She’s quite a woman.”
With that, he saunters away, head held high, smile in place as people watch and whisper.
“I bet that made your night,” Nathan growls, barely meeting my eyes.
“In a string of surreal days, this one takes the cake.”
He’s jealous. There’s no hiding it. I should put his mind at ease, but there’s something fun in drawing it out. I won’t make him suffer long, though.
Nathan rakes a hand through his hair. “The whole reason we’re…whatever we’re doing…is because you had a thing for Benjamin and your drunk friend tried to play Cupid.”
“I did have a thing for him.” I place my palm to Nathan’s cheek and meet his eyes. “But it pales in comparison to the thing I have for you.”
A slow smile creeps across Nathan’s face as he leans into my touch. It’s like watching the dawn chase away the shadow of night. A thawing. A warming. And then, the sun in all its blinding glory.
He kisses me, his lips gentle then commanding, his hands whispering up my back, slipping over silk to find skin. His body presses to mine, strong and hard, and mine answers, supple, clenching, a low, throbbing need burning in my belly.
Nathan pulls back, brushing his forehead to mine. “Is that why he gave you back so early? Your thing for me?”
One kiss.
Another.
People are watching and I’m suddenly shy.
“Apparently this was all a big marketing scheme.”
“Marketing…?” Nathan cocks his head. “What the hell, Mina?”
“This is pretty much the best night of my life for a number of reasons.” With the man beside me being the biggest of those reasons. I can’t stop smiling and the look in his eyes is like coming home. Like becoming whole. Like knowing all is right in my world.
Nathan glances at the gathered crowd, then leans close to whisper, “Why don’t we get out of here and you can tell me all about it.”
And suddenly all I want is to be alone with him, so I can finally be with him. I want to tell him I stopped faking weeks ago and I want him to agree. I want him to touch me and take me and fulfill the promise he made with that first kiss in the parking lot at The Pact when the moon was full and expectant and hinted at wonderful things.
I nod and he smiles, then takes my hand and we wind through a crowd whispering questions as we leave.
There’s one thing I know for sure:
I want more time with Nathan West.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Mina
I tell Nathan about Benjamin’s offer in the car. My words trip over each other, each one more eager than the last to get out. “Bancroft and Blake Design. I mean…how awesome is that?”
“That’s amazing, Mina. I’m so proud of you and not at all surprised. You’re so incredibly talented. Benjamin would have to be blind not to see.”
He hasn’t let go of my hand since we got in the car, his thumb brushing my knuckle in a soothing dance. Everything’s shifted now. The nerves I felt when he picked me up have dissipated, burnt off like morning fog giving way to the sun, dewdrops glittering. A surge of anticipation effervesces through my bloodstream as Nathan’s driver pulls to a stop in front of a modest two-story house on the water. It’s so much smaller than the one Benjamin and I are designing for him, smaller even than his parents’ house, that I don’t immediately unlatch my seatbelt, certain there’s been a mistake. But Nathan climbs out of the car and the driver steps out to open my door, so this must be where we’re supposed to be.
I emerge into a night filled with expectation.
It pulses through the air.
The stars glimmer with it.
The sea roars with it.
I’m bursting with it.
“This isn’t the house I imagined for you,” I say, as Nathan crosses in front of the car to take my hand once again.
“Had something more lair-like in mind? Something better suited to The Prince of Darkness?” He grins as he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my cheek. He can’t stop touching me and I don’t want him to.
“It’s a quarter the size of what Benjamin and I designed for you.”
“I’ve only recently decided to take Dom’s advice and play the hand I was given. Let myself enjoy being rich.” With a familiar hand on my back, Nathan leads me towards the steps.
I pause as I reach for the handrail.
“Are you enjoying it?” I ask, though what I really want to know is what now? What about us? Who is Dom and why does no one like him?
“I haven’t enjoyed much of the last couple months.” Nathan takes the stairs, then slips his key into the lock, pausing to look at me. His eyes simmer with heat, with meaning, with something that has me stepping closer.
“That’s not true.” His voice is low. Personal. “I’ve enjoyed my time with you very much.”
Nathan gestures for me to enter and I step inside his home, aware of how close he is as I pass. Being here with him feels more intimate than having him on his knees for me in the dressing room. This is his space, filled with his things, a personal glimpse into who Nathan West really is and what he values.
I enter into an open living room with a straight path to a dining area. Windows and a sliding glass door to my right reveal a covered deck that overlooks the water—a spectacular view if I’ve ever seen one. To my left is what looks like an office. The furnishings are expensive, though a few years old. Three gorgeous guitars with gleaming wood line one wall with several paintings hanging above, all by the same artist.
“My mother did those,” Nathan says, brushing his fingers against my bare shoulder. “Those two, she did while she was pregnant with me. The others happened throughout my childhood.”
I step closer to one done in the exact shades I imagined for Nathan’s new house—blues, grays, browns, and greens. Focusing on the paintings gives me a break from the tension smoldering between us.
“They’re beautiful.” I glance his way, stoking the fire. “They capture your essence perfectly.”
“Mom’s good at everything she does. Wine? Whiskey?” he asks, then heads toward the kitchen without waiting for a response, almost as if he’s feeling the same way I am. Like we’re constantly resisting a pull that will eventually overpower us.
“Wine would be nice,” I say, then follow, taking in my surroundings, surprised by how normal everything feels. When I first met Nathan, I’d pegged him as one of those Hollywood trust fund types. A man used to having everything he wants, whenever he wants it. Spoiled. Entitled. The kind of man who hires the best of the best to build a house that could fit three families rather than just one person.
This feels more like the man I’ve come to know. Thoughtful. Kind. Lacking pretense.
“I picked up a bottle of vin santo rosso. Seemed to be something you enjoy.” Nathan slides off his jacket and loosens his bow tie, then pulls a corkscrew out of a drawer and a bottle of wine off the rack. “Kept thinking you might be here someday. Then I kept thinking that was pretty stupid of me, right up until it happened.”
Nathan pours wine for me and whiskey for him, then pauses before handing me the glass. “You don’t have to stay. In case that needed to be said. I can drive you home or call for a ride or whatever you want.”
Energy sizzles between us. He’s giving me an out I don’t want.
“Do you want me to stay?”
He tosses back his whiskey and puts the glass on the counter without looking at me. “Only if you want to.”
“Nathan.” I put a hand on his, craning my neck to meet his eyes. “Do you want me to stay?”
The question hits the conversation like a sucker punch. His jaw pulses and his hands ball into fists and I’m standing here, waiting for an answer that shouldn’t be this hard to find. An answer I have to have before anything else happens.
We started out hating each other but that isn’t true anymore.
Something’s shifted.
Something important.
And before I let myself think thoughts like that, I need to know. Does he want me? Is this real? Or is Fallon right and I’m falling for an illusion?
Nathan takes the wine glass from my hand and places it beside his whiskey. “I want you to stay.”
“Because if I stay, we’ll…” I pause before I suggest he finish what he started at Blush.
“I want that too.” His voice is husky. It rasps into the room, drenched in need. “I’ve wanted it every day since we first met.”
And then Nathan’s lips are on mine, kissing away the confusion. This chemistry isn’t fake. Neither is the way he touches me, so reverently. He brought me here tonight because he wants me for himself.
And I want him just as much.
I slide my hands up his back, reveling in the corded muscles under my hands and oh my God when did this start to feel so right? When did I start needing him to touch me? To lick me?
When did I start wanting him to want me?
Nathan grips my hips, then skates his hands over my ass. “That’s what I fucking thought,” he growls. “No panties.”
“We agreed not to comment on each other’s underwear.” My lips drag across the stubble on his jaw, his throat. I slip my hands under his jacket and push it off his shoulders. He lets it fall, then brings his hands right back to my body.
“I also agreed I wouldn’t touch you without an audience,” he says, grabbing my ass in both hands and pressing me against an impressive erection. “Are you saying you want me to stop?”
“God no. I’m saying I want more.”
More, Nathan. More.
Now, Nathan. Now.
I slide his bowtie from around his neck, then pull his shirt out of his pants, undoing his buttons because he’s seen me naked and now, I need to see him. He watches me work, his eyes on my fingers, and then, when the last button is free, he’s kissing me before I have time to appreciate what I unveiled. We’re a tangle of limbs, desperate to feel everything, all at once. Months of chemistry boiling to a head.
To this moment.
The two of us finally giving in.
Nathan hooks his arms under my hips and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me past the kitchen to a first-floor bedroom that looks like it’s been plucked off my mood board for his new house. He places me on the edge of his bed, then kicks off his shoes and lets his shirt fall to the floor. I trail my fingers down his chest and abs, tracing the smattering of dark hair that disappears into his pants. He’s had me moaning in pleasure and now it’s my turn to return the favor. I work the button at his waist but he takes my hand, kissing each finger before he kneels in front of me to work the strap of my shoe, his thumb caressing my ankle. His lips kissing my calf.
First one.
Then the other.
Then the zipper of my dress and the one in his pants and he’s climbing on top of me, his knees spreading my thighs as he lowers me to his bed. “I’m gonna be greedy this time,” he whispers, “but I’ll be generous afterwards.”
“Be greedy,” I say, reaching between us to wrap my fingers around his cock.
He groans, a guttural sound that has my legs draping around his waist, heels digging into his ass. I want him inside me, thrusting, hips rocking, bodies sweating.
“Condom,” he murmurs as I grip his length, pumping him toward my opening.
“I’m on the pill.”
Nathan’s gaze captures mine, hooded, heated, hungry. He presses his crown against me, stretching me as he slides agonizingly into place. My mouth opens, my jaw thrust forward, eyes locked on his as I adjust to his girth. I’m panting, close to exploding, and he hasn’t even started to move. Just having him inside me is a masterclass in pleasure.
“Fuck, Mina. You’re perfect.”
And with a single roll of his hips, our worlds shift, moving inexpressibly closer. Intermingling. Unifying. A blessed harmony.
I gasp and moan as he braces his hands on either side of my head, his lips crashing over mine. Our skin slaps and his pace speeds and I clench around him because oh holy fuck I didn’t know it could feel like this.
“Mina…” My name tumbles from his lips, into my heart.
I rake my fingers into his hair and press my forehead to his. “I love it when you say my name.”
“Mina…” Nathan groans, panting as he stares into my eyes.
I’m floating. Disintegrating. Coming undone and being made whole in an infinite loop. His lips are a necessity. His touch an inevitability. He brands me with his energy. He is everything and I am more than I’ve ever been and a flutter starts low in my belly then rises through me. For no reason and every reason, I realize my entire life was driving me to this point. Into his arms. His bed. His body hitting mine like a live wire.
I clench and I buck.
Coming apart.
Coming back to life.
Nathan nips at my throat. My jaw. “I warned you I’d be greedy,” he rasps. “I’ve wanted this too long.”
I’m beyond answering. Beyond caring. I am sensation and pleasure. I throb and scream, my hands on his ass, his name on my lips, my teeth on his shoulder.
With a guttural growl, Nathan finishes, spurting inside me with one last thrust as his eyes squeeze closed and my body holds him tight.
TWENTY-NINE
Nathan
Holy fuck.
Oh hell.
What the shit.
I collapse beside Mina, my lungs on fire. My head clear of the roar of questions and worries that have been my constant companion for weeks. Maybe my entire life.
I close my eyes.
Whatever happens next, this was worth it.
Mina was worth it.
I am not made for barbed wire and raised defenses.
I am made for her.
After this night, there’s one thing I know for sure:
I was stupid to think I didn’t like Mina Blake.
She lays her head on my chest, tracing designs on my belly with her fingernails. “I think we just violated every single rule we set for ourselves at the beginning of this. Maybe a few extras. I don’t know.”
I wrap an arm around her shoulders, fully relaxed. Completely sated. Sliding into sleep with her body pressed against mine. “Fine with me.”
The words slip into the room as my eyes close. So this is what contentment feels like. A complete lack of urgency to be anywhere but where I am or do anything but hold her close and breathe her in.
Mina presses a kiss to my chest, my throat, the soft spot beneath my ear. “But you’re in your villain era,” she whispers. “And I’m the sweet damsel caught in your trap. Shouldn’t I be afraid?”
I’m the one who’s caught. I’ll never not want you again. Why doesn’t that scare me?
No time for thoughts like that. Not now. Not yet. They can wait until tomorrow, when I have it in me to care about right and wrong. When I can wonder how Mina slipped through the barbed wire wrapped around my heart.
I run a hand through her hair. “Is that what happened? I trapped you?”
“That’s what I’ll tell people when they ask. Even though I can’t think of anywhere else I want to be” She giggles into my skin. It’s like oxygen. Like taking my first full breath after a deep dive. Like stepping out of the ocean in winter and warming myself by the fire.
“I can see the headlines now. ‘Nathan West falls for owner of ancient Honda. She’s more than dazzling and spectacular. She’s extraordinary.’” I wave a hand through the air as if I’m reading the article off my ceiling.
The joke sours my mood. I don’t want to think what that stupid Fallon Mae will say about this. She twists everything I do into something awful, and I don’t want that to happen to Mina. She’s wonderful. She’s everything. She’s the light I’ve been searching for.
“No, Nathan. That’s you. You’re the one who’s extraordinary. You’re kind and give so much of yourself. You’re smart and strong and so incredibly sexy I sometimes can’t hear what you’re saying because I’m too busy staring. Me? I’m just plain Mina,” she says, still tracing her fingers across my skin, driving me fucking mad with lust.
I’d rather focus on that then the what ifs and what nows circling my head like vultures.
In one swift movement, I roll Mina onto her back, caging her with my arms. She shrieks, giggling as I lower my lips to suckle a breast.
“What are you doing?” she moans.
“There’s nothing plain about you, HM. Nothing at all.” I nip at her throat, then whisper in her ear, “I was greedy before. Now it’s time to be generous.”
Who knows how long later, Mina and I are back in the kitchen. She’s wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. It grazes her thighs and whispers of familiarity. I like it more than the dress she wore here. She finishes her wine while I sip on whiskey, the light above the sink illuminating the room. There’s something comfortable about having her here with me. In my home. The whole world asleep except for us.
Mina swirls a finger along the rim of her glass, her hips swaying as she leans against the counter. “The day we met, if someone told me I’d end up drinking wine in your kitchen at three in the morning, I’d have laughed in their face.”
I mimic her posture, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, a long line of contact between us. “Your first impression that bad?
“God yes.” She leans her head against mine. “Not only were you exceptionally rude that day, which would have been enough to put me off all by itself, but I called you that night, drunk and desperate, after accidentally hitting send on a text that never should have seen the light of day. I was stupid and you were mean. Not exactly a recipe for whatever we just did in your bedroom.”
“No, I guess it isn’t.” I press a kiss to her head, caught in the memory of that day.
