Page 103 of Waiting Forever
Kensington
THE WAY NATHAN’S eyes brightened when I said he could come filled my heart with warmth. He’d been moping around, looking so sad all day. When I walked out in my costume, the heat in his gaze as it raked over my body made me want to strip for him. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. Like I’m the reason for his existence, like his world starts and stops with me, like I’m the object of his ultimate desire and more.
He never looked at Harper like that.
It’s hard to be near him and not touch him in some way. It’s also hardnotto be near him. When he’s beside me, I feel whole, protected, and treasured. When he’s not, I feel like I’m missing important body parts. A hand. Half my brain. My heart.
I haven’t been wearing the Tiffany charm bracelet he bought me for my birthday. The official date is in two days. I had it on when his parents arrived at the condo. Aunt Rachel noticed it at once and asked if my mom bought it for me.
I responded with the first thing to pop in my mind.“My friend Azure bought it for me as an early birthday present.”
“Must be some friend.”She winked, and I was happy she assumed he and I were an item. Anything to distract her from the truth: her son gave it to me shortly before professing his love for me while giving me the best sex of my life.
I try not to linger on the memory of that incredible night. Sure, we had sex the next day and twice the day after and the morning before he left for his “work” trip to Dallas. I should have known his dad didn’t need him there in person. I wouldn’t have imagined he was going to plan a surprise ass-kicking on Prescott.
I laugh and again wish I could have seen Nathan punch the smug look off Prescott’s face.
“Okay. I’m ready.” Nathan walks into the room wearing a white-and-blue Dallas Cowboys jersey and gray jeans. He opens his arms and turns in a circle. “I think I nailed it.”
“Nailed what? Game day back home?”
“Where’s your imagination, Kensi? Obviously, I’m a Dallas Cowboys player celebrating a big win after a game, ready to hit the town.”
“Hit the town?” I snort. “You sound like my dad.”
“We’re back to the dad jokes? Really? You’re wounding my pride.” He rubs a hand on his chest.
“That’s not your pride. It’s your heart. But if it makes you feel better, your ass looks amazing in those jeans. I’d offer you my panties if you were a player on the prowl.” I walk my fingers up his muscular arm to his shoulder and run a nail down his neck to the V of his shirt.
The air shifts between us. Nathan’s gaze turns dark, his pupils expanding as he stands here, tense, his hands balled into fists, as if he’s straining not to touch me.
God, I want him to. I want his hands on me. But I know he won’t unless I ask him to, and I know if I do, we wouldn’t make the Halloween party. Azure needs me. He’s a little heartbroken now, too.
I step back and change the subject before we both end up naked. “Do you want to ride with me and Azure?”
He clears his throat. “Um… Is he on his way? If not, I could drive you. It’d save him a trip downtown. Zellwood is north.”
“Let me text him.” I take my phone from the jacket pocket and ask Azure if he wants us to pick him up.
That’d be great,he replies.If Nathan doesn’t mind. Have the circumstances changed since last night?
Nope. We’re going as friends. And he is totally cool with driving you. He wants to meet you now that he knows you’re gay and not interested in me. LOL
I’ll take you up on the offer and catch a ride home with my mom later tonight.
He sends me his address.
To Nathan, I say, “If I ride with you, do you mind if we make a stop along the way?”
His face brightens with that smile I’ve missed and adore. “Not at all.”
“Great. I told Azure we’d pick him up on the way.” I head for the door, the bat resting on my shoulder, my hips swinging to steal his attention from the carpool I just foisted on him.
“You are good,” Nathan says from not far behind me. “And that ass of yours is unbelievable.”
I giggle and open the door. At my back, close enough for me to feel his body heat, Nathan brushes his palm over my butt. Tingles shoot to my toes. A moan escapes me. He squeezes my ass cheek and then smacks it. “Get out into the hallway before I take you as my hostage.”
I squeal and stumble forward, my underwear soaked. It’s pathetic how easily he gets me wet. I should keep an extra pair of panties in my pocket whenever he’s around.
