Page 40 of Same Difference
“Changing out in the woods is different than in here.”
“How?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “This feels more intimate.”
“I had my tongue down your throat two hours ago.”
“Nate…Nathan.”
His nostrils flared with his inhalation of breath, and he turned his head toward the wall.
“Friends shouldn’t want to see friends naked,” she uttered as she kicked out of her boots and slid her skirt down her thighs.
“And friends shouldn’t make sexy little begging sounds in their throats when friends kiss them.”
Annoying. “The kiss was a mistake.”
“Did you like it?” he asked.
She sighed and slid her feet into her sweatpants and pulled them up. She peeled the lace top over her head and glanced up at him. He was looking right at her. “Nathan!”
“It’s just a crop top,” he said innocently. “Did you like me kissing you?”
If she said no, he would hear the lie. “I don’t have to answer you.”
“That’s a yes. Do you want me to help you out of your top?”
“Nathan! I don’t need you. I’m not some helpless person you have to coddle. I’m capable of taking my own top off,” she griped as she peeled it over her head. Her hair flopped forward, and she shook her head to move her curls to her back.
When she saw the look on Nathan’s face, she froze.
His hungry gaze was locked on her breasts.
“You’ve seen them before,” she reminded him quietly as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You saw me Change, just like you said.”
“You were right. It does feel more intimate in here.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He stood slowly and sauntered toward her.
God, he felt so big in here, as if he took up every molecule of space.
Delta froze as he came to a stop in front of her. He looked down at her shoulder, then dragged the softest touch down her skin there to her arm, to her elbow and back up. He cupped the side of her neck, and she thought he would kiss her again, but instead, with his free hand, he pulled the t-shirt from her hand. Slowly, carefully, he pulled it over her head and settled the hem into place. “That was the hardest thing I have ever done.” Truth.
Breath shallow, Delta clenched her hands together to resist the urge to reach for him. Nathan smelled like cologne and fur, and those eyes of his were on fire.
He tilted his head toward the bed. “Under the covers then.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she whispered through a smile, but she did as he asked and slipped under the covers he held up for her.
Nathan tucked the edges around her and sat on the edge of the thin mattress. He searched her eyes. She thought he would tell her goodnight, but instead, he said, “I went camping too.”
A slight frown dragged at her eyebrows. “What?”
“I went camping when I was a kid. I was always the one fighting to light the campfire. I have eight brothers, and we all liked delinquent shit.”
She giggled and rolled to her side, tucked her hands under her cheek. “Did you take turns lighting the campfires?”
“No. I always lit them.”
“That was nice of them to let you.”
