Before Jamaica Lane (On Dublin Street #3)(24)

Nate's hand slid back over my stomach to my hip, where it stayed. He gave me a reassuring squeeze. 'Feels good. Soft. Sexy.' He murmured in my ear again, and I tried and failed not to shiver in response. 'Your skin is like silk.'



       
         
       
        

In my head I was panting and in reality I was really close to panting, so when he pulled back abruptly it was almost like he'd thrown a bucket of ice water over me.

Thank you. I needed that. I shook myself, giving my cheek an inner slap. Snap out of it!

'Now,' Nate began, his voice all controlled and back to normal, 'I'm a man, and as you know, I don't say shit I don't mean. So here's what I see.'

Oh, God.

'Great hair, stunning eyes, gorgeous skin, fucking knockout smile, great tits, nice arse, and long, sexy legs. Fuckable. Very, very fuckable.'

My lips twitched with laughter, and I had to admit to feeling a rush of real pleasure sweep over me at his analysis. 'Succinct.'

Nate shrugged as he took in my bright-eyed expression. 'Just trying to get the point across that there are not very many men who wouldn't want to fuck you. And this is from a man many women find attractive.' He flashed a quick, arrogant grin.

I rolled my eyes at him. He knew damn well how good-looking he was. I imagined that when you looked like a movie star it was almost impossible not to know how good-looking you were. 'Of course you're attractive.'

'Really?' He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the footboard of my bed as his eyebrows dipped together in consternation. 'I thought you got tongue-tied around men you found attractive?'

Is his vanity pricked?

Inside I was gleefully guffawing at the idea. On the outside I was a lot nicer. 'You cocky bastard, you know every straight woman on the planet finds you attractive.'

He rewarded me with another arrogant smile, his dimples popping in that delightfully sexy way that could be really distracting. 'So you don't get tongue-tied all the time?'

'You're different. You and I are friends, so I try not to think about you that way.'

'Back at you, babe.'

Hmm. Nice. I immediately plummeted from the high I'd been on. I didn't know what to say to that.

Nate looked like he wanted to laugh. 'It doesn't mean I don't.'

'Don't what?' I frowned.

His eyes drifted slowly over my body in a way that had me clamping my legs together in denial. 'Think about you that way.'

My heart slammed against my chest. 'Really?'

He snorted. 'Last time I checked, I'm a man and you're an attractive woman. Just because we don't fuck doesn't mean I haven't thought about it. That's how men work.'

Unsuccessfully hiding a smile, I nodded casually. 'Back at you. But,' I hurried to explain, 'because you're my friend  …  I don't know. I'm just comfortable with you. There's no sexual pressure, so I can just be me around you.' 

Nate took this in and then straightened from his position against the footboard. 'I'm working the next few days, but on Thursday night I'll come back over and we'll continue.'

I bobbed my head in agreement.

'I hope you're feeling more confident.' He shot me another cocky smile.

Sighing, I looked back at the mirror. 'It's nice to know there are guys out there who might think how you think, Nate. But not all guys are like you. I've seen you.' I smiled sadly back at him. 'You find women, in general, attractive. It's not a bad thing. It's a great thing. I wish all men were as easy to please.'

Nate shook his head, looking a little impatient. 'I'm not attracted to all women. Believe me.' He took a step closer to me, so close I had to tilt my head back a little to meet his eyes, eyes that now smoldered in a way that caused the breath to hitch in my throat. 'If you were just some woman in a bar, I'd pick you out from all the others, take you home, and fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk straight in the morning.'

I gulped.

In fact, I think I might have had a little mini-orgasm.

'Olivia?'

'Got it.' I managed a whisper. 'You think I'm attractive.'

His lips twitched again, his dark eyes bright with amusement. 'But do you?'

Eyes wide, I nodded rapidly. 'Oh, I'm definitely getting there now.'

Breaking out into a huge grin, Nate smacked my ass playfully before heading for the door. 'Good. See you Thursday, babe.'





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Great hair, stunning eyes, gorgeous skin, fucking knockout smile, great tits, nice arse, and long, sexy legs. Fuckable. Very, very fuckable.

Nate's voice kept ringing in my head during quiet moments. It had ever since Monday night. Every time I remembered his compliments I flushed with pleasure, smiling goofily, and then overanalyzed whether or not he meant it. Something I'm sure he'd be pissed off to learn. I couldn't help it. It wasn't like my confidence in my looks was suddenly going to grow overnight because the gorgeous Nate Sawyer said he found me attractive.