Page 25 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

He growled as he walked toward me, and I took a fighting position, forgetting about the towel and letting it fall.

“Oh, fuck. I’ll spar with you naked anytime, Kisa.”

“What the hell do you want, Nathan?”

“What do you think I want?” He shrugged out of the coat as he walked toward me. I backed up to keep space between us, but he never slowed his stride, and soon, I had nowhere to go but to stand my ground and fight.

“I don’t know. You look like you’re here to kill me.”

Nathan pulled his gun, and my heart pounded harder as I ran through all the possible ways to get out of this alive. But then he flicked the safety on and set the gun down on the table before tossing his coat on top of it.

He looked at my hard nipples and then further down my body. Even though I knew he’d seen me naked already, the self-consciousness I’d been battling for some time crept into my system. His stare felt like an evaluation.

“Take the towel off your head,” he said. I hesitated but pulled it off and went to wrap it around my body, but he grabbed my wrists and held my arms open, keeping me from closing the towel. “Fuck, I want you. What is it with you, Savannah? I don’t lose control ever, but wanting you…to be in you…to touch you…I can’t resist.”

Every word went straight between my legs and had my heart fluttering faster. Keeping my arms out, he stepped in closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. This couldn’t happen. I was already struggling to push him out of my mind without going another round in bed with him.

“Nathan, we can’t do this again,” I said, my voice breathy as he pressed his body against mine.

“Says who?”

“My work for one, my ethics second, and your father is number three.”

I’d never seen darkness slide over someone’s features so quickly. “What does my father have to do with any of this?” His tone was lethal, and his hands tightened on my wrists.

“When I was leaving, he told me to stay away from you,” I said, and the sound that Nathan made was truly terrifying. With a thud, he pushed me up against the wall, and my body responded to his touch even though I tried to resist.

“No one tells you who you can be near but me.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious. He looked serious, and his words lit up my body like he was serious, but we weren’t dating, and I was leaving soon. Opening my mouth to tell him exactly what I thought of his proclamation, he took advantage and dropped his mouth to mine.

The moan and shudder that traveled through my body was unstoppable as our lips touched. Raw need coursed through my veins as my nipples rubbed against Nathan’s soft shirt, and his tongue teased mine as he kissed me.

“Oh fuck, Nathan….” His lips were relentless even when he broke away to leave a trail of kisses along my neck. “Please, we can’t.”

“We can, and we are,” he commanded, and my legs shook. My brain said this was ludicrous, but my body was the one in control, and it craved everything he was doing and more.

“Mmmm, I do like this mark I made,” he said, and I knew he was going to make it darker as his tongue swirled over the purplish spot. I licked my lips, trying to get my voice to work past the constriction of my sandpaper throat, but part of me loved that he had marked me as his, and I hesitated a little too long. His lips latched onto the side of my neck, sucking hard. My body turned to jelly, and I wanted to puddle at his feet by the time he released my neck.

Nathan tapped the gold locket that I never took off and forgot it was there most of the time because it had become part of me.

“Do I want to know who is in the locket?” I glanced down as his finger lifted the gold piece. “It’s not a lover, is it?” I shook my head no. “If it is, I will have to kill him,” he said and smirked, and I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. It was so hard to tell.

“No, it’s not a lover.” I tugged the chain out of his grasp. “But it is private.”

“I’ll let it go for now. We are all entitled to our secrets,” Nathan said, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Do you still want me to go?” Yes, I yelled in my head, but no words would form. He rubbed himself against me, and I moaned, knowing precisely what was behind the fly of his pants. “Say it, Savannah, say you want me to stay.”

Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, suddenly blared in the room, and we both looked over at the nightstand. Whatta mighty good man! The En Vogue and Salt-N-Pepa ringtone finished and started over. Nathan let go of me and marched for the phone.

Oh no. I leaped onto the bed to get to it first, but Nathan swiped it just before I could reach it. All communication with Shawn had been text since our breakup, so I’d forgotten to change his ringtone. The look Nathan gave me as he stared at the smiling image of Shawn and me together during a much happier time made him snarl like an animal. It was fucking hot, and under any other circumstance, I would’ve been all for it.

“Nathan, don’t,” I said, but it did no good. I watched in horror as he pressed talk and put the phone to his ear. I slipped off the bed and gripped his shirt. “Please don’t make this worse for me.”

“Hello? Savannah, are you there?” I could easily hear Shawn, and then Nathan smirked at me. It was his ‘Fuck you, I’m doing whatever the hell I want’ look. I’d known the man all of two days and knew he would.

He breathed heavily into the phone, and my mouth dropped open, something that had been happening a lot near him.

“Um…hello? Savannah, is that you? I know it’s late, but I need to speak to you.” Nathan groaned this time, and I covered my face. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this point. Nathan put his finger under my chin and forced me to look up. I let my hands fall and locked eyes with the most annoying and sexy as fuck man I’d ever met.