Page 38 of Nashville Lights

His smile lingers as his mouth eases over mine, and there’s an edge to him. A hot, dirty volatility that’s new. His tongue slides over mine in a silky, intimate plunge. A wave of soft, sexy warmth floods my entire body.

Nate kisses me like he’s already inside me. It’s intimate and it’s so hungry I want to cry with need.

Each thrust of his tongue pushes a rising wave of lust into me and I suck lightly as he does this, tasting the drugging flavor of him. His groan is low and my inner muscles flutter at the sound. I’ve never been so freakingturned onin my life.

Nate lifts me easily, like I weigh nothing, sending a thrill through me.He’s so big. So fucking strong. He could do anything to me.

I want all of it.

He pulls me close and I wrap my arms and legs around him.

“Fuck, Roxie,” he breathes against my neck. Kissing. Biting. Licking. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

“Show me,” I whisper. “I need to know I’m not dreaming.”

He lays me onto his bed, holding his weight with his brawny arms.

Fascinated by the strength of his body, I let my palms run across his flexed biceps.

I get to touch Nate Boone.

After all those years of pining without even fully realizing it, because I’d long ago accepted that he was off-limits to me and that he’d moved on, it’s suddenly like Christmas and a fairy tale all rolled into one.

Nate lowers his body, pressing the full weight of himself onto me. All I’m wearing is a thin beach cover dress—which has ridden up to my waist—and my bikini. I can feel the roughness of the denim of his worn jeans…and the colossal ridge of his giant erection pressing against me…there, demanding that my body cradle him intimately.

“Oh,” I gasp.

He holds himself still, kissing me more tenderly this time. “Oh, give me more, Boone? Oroh, you’re going way too fast for an innocent little wildcat who’s never been kissed except once. Rox, do you want me to slow down?”

“No.”

I can feel his smile as he takes my mouth in a lewd, brain-demolishing kiss. “Good. Are you ready for me, baby girl?”

“Yes.” I’m so ready I’ll die if you don’t give me what I need.

It’s then that Nate Boone transforms from the guy everyone knows and loves as the provider and the steady, reliable workhorse, into a beast.

I watch it happen, like he’s blooming into a version of himself that’s only only only for me. Here, like this. Alone in his room. His eyes get darker and his grip becomes rougher and more possessive.

Nate’s fingers draw circles around my nipples over the thin layers of my clothing. “Did you know, Tuck, that I’ve thought of you every single day? I held myself back from chasing after you, because I knew you had your own life now and I had mine and I just assumed that you’d left me behind long ago.”

“I didn’t leave you behind. I never left you. You left me.” It pisses me off, come to think of it. “How could you do that?”

He pinches my nipples and I moan because the light pressure sends jolts of hot heat straight to my pussy, where hishugehardness is still pressed against me like a loaded, insanely beautiful promise. “You were fifteen.”

“So? Ilovedyou. Itoldyou I loved you.”

“You know all three of your brothers would have killed me with their bare hands.”

“And what about the next time? You were with someone else. That girl who shot daggers out of her eyes at me all night.”

“That’s because as soon as you walked in I completely lost interest in her.”

“You did?”

“I never saw her again.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that, Nate?”

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