Chapter 10 #2
His eyes stay locked on my lips for a breath more before he drags them up to meet mine. “A couple of times. I agree, it’s one of my favorites, too. It’s a very romantic country. Lots of wine. Pasta. Love.” His gaze darkens in the low light, boring into me. “Sex.”
My cheeks heat as my heart beats faster. I open my mouth, but quickly close it when we’re interrupted.
“Can I get you anything else?”
I let out a small yelp when the waiter addresses us.
Nate gives a deep chuckle that hits me right between the legs as his hand lands high on my thigh, heightening my growing desire for him. “No, thanks. I think we’re good for now.”
The waiter walks away after giving us a smile, completely oblivious to my near internal combustion as the heat flows through my veins. Nate’s voice is close to my ear when he points with his fork at the dessert near my elbow.
“Speaking of Italy, you need to try the tiramisu.”
His hand leaves my thigh, which is equally as disappointing as it is a welcome reprieve from the onslaught of arousal from his touch.
I swallow hard to try to get control of myself and dig my fork into the dessert.
Taking the bite, I lick the mascarpone off my lips with a low moan, warmth from Nate mingling with the sugar high singing in my system from the sweetness. “This is so delicious.”
Nate’s fork is frozen in the air as he watches me.
“What?”
He shakes his head slightly. “Sorry, I got distracted for a moment.” Stabbing the fork into the cheesecake, he shoves it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving me as he swallows. His Adam’s apple jumps with the action.
I’m so transfixed by watching him watch me that I startle slightly when his hand slides back across my thigh.
As he leans into me, my eyes widen, not knowing what he’s going to do.
His chest brushes my shoulder and arm, and electricity zips across my skin.
Just when I think he might kiss me, his fork digs into the chocolate lava cake that’s on the opposite side of me.
Watching his fork move toward his mouth, I frown.
I close my eyes, embarrassed that I thought he was going to kiss me. All I can hope is he didn’t notice my reaction. My eyes pop open when he says, “Try this one. It’s so good.” His breath tickles across my skin from how close he is to me.
My attention drops to find him holding his fork close to my mouth, and a heaping bite of the chocolate lava cake greets me. I lean forward and wrap my lips around his fork, pulling back and placing my fingers over my lips. I have no doubt I’ll have chocolate on them from that messy bite.
Another little moan leaves me. It’s the best cake I’ve ever eaten and by far my favorite dessert of the night. “Oh my god, Nate. That’s so good.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters. He glances away from me for a moment before dropping his fork with a loud clatter. As I turn to him, he leans into me, his hand slipping around my neck. “I have a feeling these desserts will never come close to how good you taste.”
I swallow hard as my eyes dip to his lips.
“Tell me yes, Olive. I just need one taste.” His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. “Just one fucking taste.”
Stomach flipping, goosebumps flare down my arms, and I’m nodding like I’m in a daze. Wanting a taste of him just as badly.
His lips take mine with a soft brutality that’s breathtaking.
He wastes no time, his tongue flirting with mine.
He’s getting his taste because I’m consumed.
He feasts from me like I’m the most decadent thing in this city.
Far too soon, his kiss starts to slow as he nibbles on my bottom lip.
A soft moan falls from me at the sensation, already craving more.
“Holy shit, woman.” He pulls back, still gripping my neck as his eyes search mine.
A blissful smile forms on my face as I blink a few times to get my bearings.
Nate blows out a long breath while adjusting himself under the table as he sits back in the booth.
He grabs his beer and downs it, and I have to wrap my teeth around my lip to hide my pleased smile. I love that I have that effect on this gorgeous man.
Intertwining our fingers, he brings the back of my hand to his mouth for a kiss. “How many glasses of wine have you had?”
“Uh…” I think back and count. “Two and a half.”
“Good.” He squeezes my hand. “I lied. One taste wasn’t enough. Come back to my room with me?”
I don’t even hesitate when I reply, “Okay.”
His shoulders relax, as if he expected me to turn him down. Giving me a chaste kiss, he says, “Wait here, eat some more dessert. I’m going to go find our waiter and pay the check, then we can head out.”
I watch him walk away from the table, feeling like I’m buzzing. There’s no part of me that thinks I’m making the wrong decision. There’s just something about Nate that makes me as comfortable as I am turned on. Pulling out my phone to occupy myself, I check for texts from Benny.
What I find waiting for me has my blood running cold.
Marcus: Long time, no talk, Olive. Your brother is in a lot of fucking trouble. You need to call me.