Justice Falling (Falling #3)(26)

“Of course I feel it!” I put my fingers over my lips, wishing I had more control over myself.

A huge smile split Nate’s face and at that moment I would have said anything to see him alight with such joy.

“Brilliant! I’ll pick you up Friday evening.”

“Nate, no I can’t Friday. Um…how about Sunday?”

“Sunday is hardly the time for a proper dinner and night out. I want to take you on the town, Precious.” God that sounded so good. His term of endearment soothed along my nerves putting them at rest. It didn’t change that what he wanted was utterly impossible. I worked at Gems on Fridays. Saturdays, I watched the boys so Jin could work. Sunday was the only weekend night I had available.

“I have other obligations I cannot change. If you want to go out, it will have to be Sunday.”

His eyes twinkled as he stepped close to me. I inhaled deeply when I felt the warmth of his body, enjoying the manly goodness of his cologne. He smelled divine. Unlike all of the strong and overpowering perfume soaked gentleman that frequented Gems. Sometimes I had to wipe Vicks Vapor Rub under my nose to avoid gagging as I danced. Nate’s scent was distinct and unique; a mix of sweet, citrus and man. If I could bottle it and wear it all day people would think I was a drug addict for randomly sniffing myself all day long.

Nate trailed a finger down the side of my cheek. I gasped and his thumb slid across my bottom lip, petting it sweetly. “I’ll take what I can get, but I want the entire day starting with brunch. Eleven work?”

His gaze traced every curve and feature of my face. Those blue eyes went from light to dark. He licked his lips and I had to grit my teeth not to moan. I felt like Pavlov’s dog. He got near me, rang my bell and I salivated, ready to eat him whole. I’d never desired a man like I desired Nathaniel Walker.

His nose rubbed lightly against mine. It was probably the sweetest gesture I’d ever received from a man. “So what do you say?”

There was only one thing I could say with his presence surrounding me, body warm near mine, breath against my face enticing me, seducing me without even trying. “Okay,” I whispered.

He brought his hand up so both framed my face, thumbs caressing my cheeks. His eyes searched mine. I hoped he liked what he saw because I could drown in those murky blues of his forever. “I’m going to do something highly inappropriate.”

“You are?” The words were only a murmur. He heard them and nodded. His head moved slowly toward mine, putting me in a trancelike state. Nothing but he and I existed in that moment.

Nate licked his lips and my knees shook. “I can’t avoid this. It’s too much.” I could taste his minty breath. I blinked slowly, allowing his words to sink in as he caressed the apple of my cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“At work?”

He nodded. “Yes, at work.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He smiled, closed his eyes and then his lips were on mine. So warm, just barely moist. He rubbed his lips along mine, not forcing or pushing, just pressing against them. He alternated from top lip to bottom, which he then sucked into his mouth, licked along the plump tissue and released. The kiss was over before I really had a chance to participate. It was heavenly, and I wanted more. So much more.

His hands came to my hips and pulled me flat against him. I could feel the steely ridge of an erection. The fact that I turned him on made me feel powerful, womanly, sexy. The heat from his body seared me from my chest to my pelvis as he leaned in toward my ear.

“You’re delicious. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.” His bold statement was accentuated by his tongue swirling then nipping the edge of my ear down my neck. Gooseflesh coated my limbs and I clasped onto his shoulders moaning under my breath at those lust-soaked words. It had been a long time since a man paid me any attention. “Christ you’re responsive.”

He rubbed his prickly goatee against the tender skin of my neck, and I thought I might have an orgasm just from the anticipation of feeling that beautiful mouth and chin drag along other parts of my body. It was incredibly easy to imagine.

“Nate, please…”

“Please what, Precious?” He nipped at the skin where my neck and shoulder met. Liquid heat shot down my body and settled between my thighs.

“Please stop,” I half-moaned.

Abruptly, Nate pulled away, his eyes fierce, hands firmly holding my biceps at arm’s length. “What?”

“This is my workplace.” My voice was deep and husky. One side of his mouth twitched into a crooked smile. His face relaxed.

“Are you saying I’m turning you on?” An eyebrow rose to a perfect point. I could feel my body heat and flush along the skin of my face, neck and chest. “Christ, I love seeing you turn pink for me.” I shook my head and let my hair fall into my face. He planted two fingers under my chin and lifted until my gaze met his. “I understand.” Quicker than I could respond he cupped both sides of my cheeks once more and laid a quick kiss on my mouth.

Fate took that moment to intervene. As Nate pulled away leaving me stunned stupid, a deep chuckle filled the air. I closed my eyes and hoped it wasn’t who I thought it was. Nate turned his head, smiled a very cat that ate the canary grin, and gripped me by the shoulders hauling me against his side.

“Morning mate,” Nate said to Mr. Jensen.