PULSE (Part Four)(21)

"Christ. Fuck." The words bite through the stillness in the room as he grabs the back of my head with both hands and pumps his desire into my mouth. It seeps out the sides. I can't handle it all.
I feel him soften slightly on my tongue and I lick my lips as he falls from my mouth. "Nathan," I barely whisper his name. "Nathan."
"That was so intense." His long eyelashes are closed. He looks so peaceful. He's gorgeous. He's more beautiful than the first time we were in this room together.
"I have to go." I stand and reach for my dress. He was the one who wanted to recreate this moment so I'm giving him exactly what he asked for.
"Jessica." His firm hand grabs my elbow. "You're not going anywhere."
"I'm leaving." I sigh a bit too heavily while trying to hide my growing amusement. "I left then so I'm out of here now."
"You're running because you know I'm going to propose to you." He traces the pad of his thumb over my now swollen lips. "Don't."
"That's exactly why I'm running, Nathan." I bite the edge of his thumb. "You think it's romantic to drag me back to your f*ck pad to propose marriage to me?"
He can't contain the smile that flows over his mouth. "It's sentimental."
"It's not." I pull my dress back over my head. "You need to come up with a better plan than this."
"Can I at least show you the ring?" He reaches into the pocket of his pants to pull out a small, square box.
"No." I slam it shut. He doesn't realize that I sat up for hours last night staring at it after he'd fallen asleep.
"If you can get the proposal right, you know I'll say yes." I take the box and tuck it back into his pocket.
"Until then…." My voice trails as I glide onto my tiptoes to kiss him.
"Until then, Jessica."



A Final Word from Nathan Moore:

Jessica Roth is innocence personified. Everything about her screams young, beautiful and untainted. I'm addicted to her. She knows it. I can't get enough of her. Fucking her is my sweet heaven on earth.
She told me there were only three before me. She didn't tell me that he was one of them. Assholes like him prey on women like her but he was the hunted and she was the hunter.  He's looking for her. Now that she's sleeping in my bed every night and sharing my life she can't hide from her past. She has to face it and me, head-on before we can have our happily-ever-after.
I had to answer to her for my sins. Now it's her turn. They say you can't judge a book by its cover. The same is true for women. Jessica may seem pure and simple on the outside, but what lies beneath that pretty little surface may burn me beyond recognition.
She thought she was no match for my past. Wait until her past rears its high powered, vengeful head right in our direction.
You've heard her story.
Now, it's time for mine.

Coming soon…



About the Author

Deborah Bladon has never read a romance hero she didn't like. Her love for romance novels began when she was old enough to board the bus, library card in hand to check out the newest Harlequin paperbacks. She's a Canadian by heart, and by passport, but you can often spot her in New York City sipping a latte and looking for inspiration for her next story. Manhattan is definitely her second home.
She cherishes her family and believes that each day is a gift for writing, for reading, and for loving.