He drew in an audible breath and his hands squeezed her arms. When she lifted her eyes, his gaze was on her mouth. Her heart started beating so hard, she was afraid he'd see it trying to break free of her chest.
"I don't want to dance," she managed, though her mouth had gone dry.
"We should talk," he said, his voice sounding as strained as she felt.
"That's right," said Laura. "You two should talk. No need to leave just yet, is there, Nate? You can talk while you dance."
"I don't want to dance," Suzie said for the second time. Why did her sister refuse to listen to her? Though Laura was a year younger than Suzie, her smarty-pants little sister always assumed she knew best.
She put her hands up to push Nate away but instead of pushing, her traitorous hands rested on his chest. It felt as hard with muscle as it looked.
"Then let's talk away from the dance floor," said Nate. For some reason, he was still staring at her lips, and somehow the intensity of his gaze was dragging all her air away. That had to be why she felt so breathless.
She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but what came out was a weak, "Fine."
It was only when he took her hand and tugged her out of the crowd, away from the wedding party, that her lungs managed to inflate again.
What was he so set on talking about?
Maybe she shouldn't have called him Milhouse, but as nicknames went, it wasn't so bad, was it? The lie he'd told about her had been a million times worse.
He pulled her along until the wedding was behind them and the noise of the band had faded. Her bare feet were suddenly on grass and she staggered a little. Where was he leading her? Behind the bures?
Sure enough, they went into the trees behind the resort. It was dark back there, and deserted, so nobody could hear her yell at him. He reached a palm tree and turned to face her. Her heart was pounding. He loomed half a head taller than her, his wide shoulders making her feel tiny in comparison. How did he get so big? His shirt did nothing to hide his powerful build. During the speeches, she'd kept catching herself shooting sideways glances at his biceps, and when they'd flexed, she'd gulped her drink so she wouldn't be tempted to run her hand over them.
In the darkness, his face was hidden and his scent seemed stronger. It was a potent musk, a no-doubt-expensive cologne that shouted ‘male' at the top of its lungs. As she inhaled it, her knees weakened. Who was this powerful man, this stranger, in front of her? Alone in the dark with him she should be afraid. But it was excitement, not fear, seething in her belly. It was arousal making her legs tremble.
What devil-sorcery had he used, to make her feel this way? She should be furious, not turned on. She refused to let him arouse her.
Nate stepped close enough that if she hadn't shrunk back he would have been pressed against her. The rough trunk of the palm tree was suddenly against her back. He may have her trapped, but she wouldn't be cowed.
"How dare you?" She meant it to come out as an accusation, but her voice trembled. "I won't be pushed around, especially not by you. You're a shitty excuse for a-"
He cut her off with a harsh, low laugh. The sound seemed to be wired directly into her nerve center, because it made her weak with need. "You have a filthy mouth." Grabbing her waist, he pulled her roughly against him. His mouth covered hers, smothering the insult.
Though his anger was obvious, his lips were soft. His tongue caressed hers, knocking the breath from her lungs. His arousal jutted against her belly and answering warmth pulsed between her thighs. No! Sweet mother of mercy, why did he have to feel so good?
She tried to push him away, but her arms were weak. What was wrong with her? She didn't want this … did she?
One of his hands moved up to her face, first stroking back her hair, then gathering a fistful and using it to tilt her head back and give his mouth better access. His kiss deepened and got more intense, and when he broke away she had to stifle a sound of protest. But he was only moving his lips to her neck, to bite and kiss her as though he was going to devour her. His other hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple. The rough way he handled her made her groan with pleasure. She shouldn't like it, but oh man, she did. She'd never been touched with such fierce urgency. It set her alight, made her longing so strong she couldn't bear it.
"Stop," she gasped. But at the same time she arched her back to press her breast against his hand.
He let her go and pulled away. "Whatever you say." His tone was harsh. "You want to fight, we can do that instead."
"I-" She broke off, running her tongue over her swollen bottom lip. She could still taste him, and her body thrummed with need. Tell him to get lost. Instead she longed to order him to put his hands back on her.
"Well?" he asked.
It was too dark to read his expression, but it was his fault she felt like this. She hadn't wanted him, but now he'd better damn well finish what he started.
"Touch me."
With an impatient noise he reached out and yanked the top of her dress open. She heard the thin fabric tear and the buttons pop. What the hell? Her dress was ruined.
She opened her mouth to berate him, but the words died when he pushed her bra down and took her breast in his warm hand, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb. A sound flew from her throat, but instead of a curse, it was a low moan of pleasure.
She didn't have to punish him with words. There was a better way. Grabbing his tie, she yanked the knot with what little strength she had left. She tore it off and dropped it, then reached for the front of his shirt. Judging by the silky fabric it had probably been expensive. Too bad. She tore it open and sent the buttons flying.
His chest was every bit as impressively hard as she'd imagined. Her hand glided over the ridges of muscle running down his stomach. Then she pinched his nipple. Hard.
He drew in a sharp breath and pushed his body against hers, shoving her back into the tree and claiming her mouth again. Both hands went to her face, caressing her cheeks while his tongue teased hers with an intensity that sent spikes of longing into her core.
"Suzie." Her sister's voice drifted to her, faint, but insistent. "Sue, where are you?"
Crap.
She pulled away from Nate, her heart pounding. Everything was happening so fast, she felt dizzy.
What was she doing? This was Milhouse. She'd promised herself no more bad boys, that she'd stay away from guys who didn't treat her right.
"Laura's looking for me," she started. Then the reality of what had just happened hit her between the eyes and she grabbed the front of her torn dress. "I can't go back to the wedding like this." She let her breath out in a rush. "I can't believe I just did that. With you."
Nate took a step back. "A mistake, no doubt." His tone was harsh as he bent to pick up his tie. "I'm sure you'll be able to blame the cocktails."
The words hit her like cold water. She drew her back up against the palm tree. "Just what I needed to hear from the guy who accused me of selling sex to get a better grade."
"This time you got an A."
He might have meant it as a joke, but it was far from funny. Her anger flooded back, clearing the last foggy tendrils of lust from her mind. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Where are you, Sue?" Laura sounded closer.
"She's here." Nate raised his voice.
"What are you doing?" hissed Suzie. "I don't want her to see me like this."
"Too late."
"Damn you, Milhouse. You haven't changed, have you?"
Suzie slumped against the tree, her anger turning to despair. Only hours ago she wasn't thinking about anything but celebrating Laura's wedding and the big job she'd be preparing for as soon as she got home. Now she was hiding in a dark clump of trees.
"Is that you, Nate?" asked Laura. "It's so dark, I can't see you."
Tie in hand, Nate turned and walked out of the trees.
"There you are," said Laura. "What happened to your shirt?"
Suzie closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for Nate's reply and wishing she was still dancing with Cousin Ronny. Better his bad breath and angry fiancé than this level of embarrassment.
"I have work to do," said Nate. "Congratulations again, but I have to go."
"Wait." But Nate must have walked away, because she heard Laura make a frustrated sound. "Okay, where are you, Sue?" asked her sister loudly. "Time to come out of hiding."
Suzie dragged in a deep breath and walked out of the trees. She didn't bother to hold the top of her dress closed. What was the point? Her little sister would judge her anyway.
Sure enough, Laura took her in with wide eyes, then shook her head. "I'm glad you and Nate are getting along, but he's not like the guys you normally date. Maybe you should try doing things a little differently with him."