"Shit. Stop it, Nate. Damn." I gripped his arm and pulled at it, but he didn't budge. "Nate. I'm serious. Let him go, or I'm walking out of here. Right the fuck now."
Nate turned his deep aqua-colored eyes toward me as his expression softened. "Why in the world would you think you were capable of leaving me?" He released Thomas and pushed him in the chest without looking back toward him. "Get the fuck outta here now, and don't touch my girl again. Not ever."
"Fuck you, asshole." Thomas threw his arms in the air and stormed out as Nate put his hands on my face.
"You belong to me. What part of that aren't you understanding?"
"Since when?" I hated myself for doing it, but I reached out and slid my hands up his sides, enjoying the thick muscles my fingers ran over. How badly I wanted to see him completely naked.
"Since you took my hand at the club." He leaned down and kissed me in a way that left my head spinning. Every cell in my body was pulsing violently by the time he pulled back.
"Don't hurt Thomas again. I'm not dating a thug. Understood?"
"Then tell him who you belong to, Jenna. Understood?" He kissed me again, and I pressed against him, opening my mouth and welcoming him deep inside of me. It took me a minute to realize where we were.
I pulled back and pressed my fingers to my lips. "Not here."
"Then come home with me. You need to finish what you started."
He had no clue what I'd been through. Should I tell him? No. There was nothing he could do about it, and it would ruin the heat between us. I needed to let the relationship simply be what it was. Lust. Fire. Heat. Enough for me to drown in every time he came around.
"Finish what I started?" I laughed softly. "You started it and you finished it last Friday night."
"No, no, no." He licked his lips and reached up to press his thumb just inside of my mouth. "Don't you know how this works, girl?"
I shook my head 'no' and sucked his thumb into my mouth, losing myself in his eyes.
He pulled his thumb from my mouth, licked at it a few times and moved back down to kiss me one more time. "You got off. I didn't."
"You said you did. Fucking liar."
"Not the way I wanted to. You started it with your slutty little self," he gripped my hand and cupped it over his bulging erection, "now you get to finish it."
I squeezed his cock and moved closer in hopes of hiding my hand. "Slutty little self? Not hardly."
"No? What if I like slutty?" He thrust, rubbing his cock against the palm of my hand.
I swallowed hard and moved back from him. "All right. Let's see what you got." I pulled a sharpie out of my back pocket and wrote my address on his palm. "Meet me there. Tonight."
"You asked for it." He kissed me again and walked toward the door.
"You not getting your cup of coffee today?" I smiled.
He glanced over his shoulder, stealing my heart with his cocky smile. "Fuck no. I hate that shit."
