When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)(30)

My eyes only? Where the hell did that thought come from?

I feel her small fists beating on my back, but I ignore her as I climb the stairs, trying my best not to think about the heat of her pussy against the palm of my hand. The second I slam my office door shut, closing us in the room, she launches herself off my shoulder. Luckily for her, I was near the couch, so when she stumbled on those heels, she landed on the soft leather with an oomph.

“What the hell is your problem, Nathaniel!” she screams, launching herself up to stand and pushing me with both hands against my chest. “You have no right!”

Taking her tiny wrists in my hands, I bring them down and trap them behind her back. She struggles and my eyes drop to her chest as each heaving breath makes the material drop a little lower.

“How the fuck is this even staying up,” I fume. Switching my hold so I have both wrists in one hand, I bring up one finger to pick at the thin fabric strap going over her shoulder. My eyes roaming over the exposed skin of her neck as I trail my finger down the thin strap until I hit the deep V exposing the silky smooth skin between her tits. All it would take is one real deep breath and her nipple would be on display.

“N-nate,” she stutters, and I lift my gaze from the valley of tan skin to look into her eyes. The anger is still there but it has dimmed, and in its place is pure fucking lust.

“No one should see this much of you. Not one fucking person but me.”

“I’m not yours,” she fumes, and I can see that the fury is winning over the lust.

“You’re fucking wrong, babe,” I respond without thought.

She snaps back and pulls one hand from my hold before I can even process her movement. In the next blink, that same freed hand cracks against my cheek and I feel a red-hot burn.

“I am not your fucking babe!” she shouts.

“I’ll give you that one, but only that fucking one, Ember.”

“I’m not yours, Nate. You had that chance, and you didn’t want it.”

Bending down so my eyes are level with hers, I give in to the possessive need to claim her. “You were fucking born to be mine, little firecracker, and mine you will fucking be.” My words coming out in a thick rumble, and I watch in satisfaction as her pupils dilate.

Check. Fucking. Mate.

Her shocked gasp works in my favor, and in the next breath, my lips are on hers as my tongue slides into her mouth and caresses the slick heat of her own. My hands hit her hips, and with a flex of my fingers, I pull her against me roughly.

The body that had been rigid in my hands goes weak the second our bodies press tightly together, and she kisses me back with a fervor that surpasses my own. Her arms, no longer hanging limp at her side, move up until her hand is pushing into my hair and the tie that had been holding it up behind my head is ripped out as she pulls me closer to her mouth by my now loose locks.

This kiss is all about domination, and at the moment, I’m not fucking sure I want to be the one to win this war. Our moans are mingling together and the wet sounds of our mouths feasting drown out the dull thump of the music. Letting her own silky lips take the lead, I hum deep in my throat. My erection rubs against her belly as my hands slide down to the point where the fabric meets burning smooth skin.

The second my fingertips curl around her dress and begin to lift the fabric, she jerks in my hold. The hands that had been tugging through my hair drop to my chest, and with a strangled sound, she pushes me away.

We stare at each other, chests heaving.

When I move to take her back in my arms and give us both what we clearly want, her arm comes up and stops my movement with one palm against the center of my chest. I look down at the offending hand with a tilt of my head, trying my fucking hardest to get my brain to turn back on. Or at least, will some of the blood that is currently lacking from my head to leave my hard-as-shit cock.

“No,” she whispers hoarsely.

“Yes,” I demand, my eyes snapping back to hers.

“This will not happen.”

Again, I’m struck dumb and I just tilt my head again like a confused puppy that just wants his bone.

“Nate.” She sighs with a small shake of her head. “This won’t happen. I have a boyfriend.”

I feel one of my brows go up as I continue to look at her.

“Not only that, but you had your chance … twice … and both of those times ended disastrously for me. I’m not willing to put myself through that again.”

Shaking my head, finally getting some sense back in my system, I clear my throat before speaking. “You had a boyfriend, Ember. But that’s going to change real quick. You’ve ignored me since dropping that bomb on me the other day, and trust me, firecracker, we will be talking about that. One thing you need to get through that pretty little head of yours, though, is that this will be fucking happening.”