Page 19 of Just the Wrong Twin

“Same night?” she asked.

“Twice,” Nate said against her skin.

“Same hour?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “That might be a little ambitious.” He kissed her to silence then and she wriggled against him with a desperation for release he could understand.

“Finish me off,” she whispered urgently and he smiled.

“Not a chance.”

She tugged at his tie. “You’re overdressed,” she complained and he took a step back. She looked flushed and flustered, her lips a bit swollen and her eyes shining in the darkness. It was weird that she was still wearing her lingerie, but Nate wasn’t going to argue with her about it. She looked great in it. Maybe that was why.

She watched avidly as Nate unknotted his tie, then smiled and twirled it. He threw it on her reading chair with a flourish.

Sonia laughed. “You need music.”

“I’ve done it without before.” Nate kicked off his shoes, then studied her intently as he stalked toward her, unfastening his belt buckle. She licked her lips and he doubted she was aware of how incredibly sexy she was, or even that she was arching her back.

He was always going to remember her like this, aroused and ready for everything he had to give.

He gave her an appreciative survey, letting her see his reaction. “You really are gorgeous, you know.”

“And you take too long.”

“Anticipation makes everything better. I’m not a fan of fast.”

“Maybe I’ll change your mind,” she said, and he didn’t want to tell her how close he was. “Next time, I’ll tackle you,” she threatened. “I’ll rip off your clothes and have you at my mercy in seconds flat.”

“Will you?” Nate grinned. “Promises, promises. Maybe twice in one night does count as once.” His socks followed his trousers and he undid his dress shirt slowly.

This was the moment he dreaded.

He rolled his shoulders, shrugging out of it, and saw her gaze flick over the harness that held his prosthesis in place. There was no escaping the truth of it at this point, and Nate waited for the worst to happen.

But Sonia just looked.

Maybe it would be all right. He was down to his briefs and undershirt as he took off his watch, giving her a moment to decide.

“Surprise,” she said. “You’re a white cotton fan, too.”

Nate smiled. “Guilty as charged.”

The harness that held his prosthesis in place was leather and extended over his arm, then across his chest and around the opposite shoulder, over top of his undershirt. Sonia was studying it.

At least she wasn’t pretending to ignore it.

“This isn’t a freak show,” Nate reminded her softly.

“I’m just curious.” She walked around him, tracing the path of the harness with a fingertip, and he let her look. He was relieved that she didn’t seem to be turned off. She stopped behind him, looking at the back of his shoulder. She must be able to see his tattoo through the cloth.

He smiled when she traced the outline of the tattoo with her fingertip.

“Semper fi,” he said.

“Of course,” she said. He pretended not to notice that her gaze swept down to the remnant of his other tattoo, the one that had been mostly lost in the scar at the end of his arm.

“Why is the harness over your T-shirt?”

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