Chapter Eight
Vee
Nate tried to undress me again and, for a split second, I had no clue why I went with it.
Liar.
I went along with it because I loved his hands on my body. His fingers splayed wide as he ran them almost reverently up my ribs.
“Nate,” if I tried to stop him or urge him on, I didn’t really know. All I knew was that I longed to rasp my fingers over his scruffy cheeks. I hungered for his touch and for one more demure look out of those smart, sparrow brown eyes.
He hummed and curled his hands in the hem of my jumper. Cool air caressed my feathers as he pulled it up over my head.
“God, Vee.” Nate’s voice was low and gravelly. He bit his lip and let his gaze travel over my chest. “You’re fucking perfect.” I should have stopped this. He was drunk, we had just met, and I was…emotionally unavailable, a mess, I…
We kissed again, his tongue licking into my beak as he rutted into me.
Didn’t I just stop him from doing that?
An appreciative hum rumbled through him when he cupped my pecs and squeezed them.
He likes it?
I was self conscious of my body. A decade ago I’d had a strict training routine, daily practice, the regular games…
and then it had stopped, and I’d moved to this house in the forest and got the job as a forest ranger.
Chopping wood was what I did when my mind got too loud, when I thought about that day. All that red—
“Where did you go?” Nate muttered into the kiss.
“Nowhere,” I lied and pushed the thoughts aside. This, here, was real.
And I didn’t want to resist our mutual attraction.
Let me be mindless for one night.
“Verdammt!” I hissed when he rubbed his calloused thumbs over my nipples.
He hummed and groped my chest some more.
“God, these are so cushy and perfect.”
That was the second time he’d called me ‘perfect.’ For a decade, I hadn’t allowed myself the possibility of someone calling me that ever again.
Nate’s lips kissed down my throat and across my chest to find my nipple where it nestled in the plumage that covered my upper body.
Then he licked it and I nearly lost it. “Damn, Vee, you’re hot,” Nate slurred, and it was his unsteady voice that brought me back to my senses.
“And you are drunk,” I groaned, not with pleasure this time. The truth was that I fucking hated my stupid morals for getting in the way. I wanted to let the situation escalate. I wanted him, so fucking much. But I had to put an end to this madness while I still had some brain cells left.
If it’s wrong, why does it feel so damn good?
Nate smirked at me, batting those dark lashes, and flicked his tongue over my nipple once more.
“Oh Schei?e,” I cursed under my breath. “Nate, what are you doing?”
“I’m licking your nipples,” he mumbled.
“No kidding, Captain Obvious.”
He lightly closed his teeth on my skin next, and I lost the ability to speak.
Oh, God.
“You like that, baby?” His achingly sweet eyes sought mine, and a teasing smile pulled at his full lips. Oh. Fuck. Me. The lips he still had wrapped around my tit.
I reached up and pushed his hair off his forehead. It was almost black and soft as silk. My stomach dropped when he leaned into my touch.
He’s so handsome, it’s ridiculous. I stroked him some more, then curled my fingers around the back of his neck.
What the heck am I doing here?
I wanted to stop him just moments ago. What had he done to override my moral compass like that?
Right when I jumpstarted my brain again, Nate’s mouth left my chest. His slick tongue parted my beak and we both groaned, starving for each other.