“I don’t.”
“You sure? Because you said—”
“Nate?”
I pause, my heart missing a couple of beats. “Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
35
TERRIFIED
2 Missed calls from Jack
Jack: Tham just called me.
Jack: Call me back.
Jack: Please.
PRUDENCE
I don’t have a second to think about what I asked—or thewayI asked it—that I’m suddenly on my back, Nate’s soft lips moving against my own and a whimper escaping my throat.
Has the earth stopped spinning? Because it definitely feels like we’re free falling through time and space. Am I being dramatic? Maybe. But right now, I’m wondering how I was able to breathe before knowing what Nate’s lips tasted like.
It’sthatgood.
I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and he groans, his hips pressing forward and his thigh almost grinding between my legs.
Oh.
“You need to behave, sweetness,” he rasps when I release him, “or I’ll be too busy to answer the door when the food gets here.”
He kisses me again. A slower, more wandering kiss, while his hand slides up from my folded knee to my thigh, my hip, my waist. Slowly, but with a firmer touch than before, leaving goosebumps and tingles in its wake.
“Or we could just skip food,” I muse between his soft kisses.
He chuckles against my lips and I whine, trying to lift my hips against his thigh but he pins them against the blanket.
“Who are you and what have you done to the shy and oblivious Prudence I know?”
“She’s gone on a vacation. You get clingy and needy Prudence now.”
He lets out a low moan when I slide my fingers in his hair, pulling softly on the soft strands.
“Fuck,” he rasps, “you’re trouble.”
“I’m not.” I gasp when his lips and tongue find my neck then licks down my collarbone. “You just have to learn to like us both.”
“I don’t need to learn anything,” he counters, nipping at the thin skin and my back arches from the delicious shiver. “I already like every side ofyou.” He slides his hand from my waist to my back, down and down to grab a handful of my butt. “This ass is a wonderful bonus.”
I giggle uncontrollably. Alright, ticklish there too…
“I don’t like my ass,” I admit with a sigh. “It’s not proportionate to the rest of my—”
“It’s perfect,” he cuts me off. “You’reperfect. This indecent wasp figure? Fuck, it’s been haunting my dreams.”
