When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)(41)

This is something I need to show her.

Prove to her.

Fight for her.

I frame her face in my hands, feeling her pulse beat wildly at the base of her neck as I lean forward and press my lips against hers. I don’t deepen the kiss, but when I take a deep breath through my nose and my senses are full of everything that is her, this kiss feels more intimate than anything I had ever felt before.

“Keep following your heart, Ember. Follow it—me—and let me worry about guiding the way. Allow me to prove to you that I’m worthy of you giving me your love back. How does that sound?”





I’M A BUNDLE OF NERVES.

I called Nate about an hour ago and told him I would be there around eight and he told me just to pull up out back and he would meet me there.

When I drove up, passing the entrance, I was shocked to see so many people lined up outside. There were so many people; it looked like they were pouring out of the club. I never thought that Tuesday would be a popular club night, but apparently, it is.

When I was here for my birthday and first witnessed what they called the holding room, I thought it was a brilliant idea to have a whole building designated for the people waiting to get into the actual club. But seeing all the people lined up outside, I feel an instant sense of pride that Nate’s club is so popular that they can’t even make room for everyone, and that’s just in its second week of operation.

Pulling my car beside Nate’s huge truck, I turn the key and take a huge gulp of air in an attempt to calm the butterflies swirling around my stomach like a tornado. Stepping out, I walk to the trunk and pull out my picnic basket. Before I can shut the trunk, though, the basket is being taken from my hands and Nate’s scent hits my nose.

Whatever cologne he uses is so distinctively him that I’ve caught myself over the years following the trail when I would catch a whiff of it in random places. If I knew the name, I’m pretty sure I would buy a bottle just to spray on my sheets.

With that thought, coupled with those damn butterflies, my mouth opens and I speak without turning. “What cologne do you wear?”

His low chuckle rumbles against my back as he kisses me on my temple before leaning in and breathing right next to my ear. His scent becomes stronger instantly.

“Acqua Di Gio,” he hums against my ear, the reverberations washing over me, and I shiver instantly.

“Who makes that?” I ask breathlessly.

“Giorgio Armani.”

I’m definitely buying a bottle and spraying every inch of my house.

“Give me some time, baby, and I’ll transfer it on every inch myself. Just need you to help.”

“Shit,” I hiss when I realize I spoke that out loud.

His free hand comes up and turns me gently before pulling me to his side. “Hey.” He laughs.

Embarrassment forgotten, I look up into his handsome face and echo his greeting in a whisper. He shakes his head, his hair moving around his angular face, making my palms itch to run my fingers through the silky strands. I’m so used to seeing him with it up in one of those sexy man buns that the rare sight of it falling free makes my mouth water and my core clench.

Damn, he is so sexy.

His lips twitch, and I know I did it again.

“Come on. I’ve been starving for you, and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I left your house.”

He grabs my hand, the other holding the basket full of our dinner, and pulls me toward the door that I just now notice the bartender who served me shots on my birthday is holding open.

“Dent, meet my girl, Ember. Ember, my friend, Denton.”

I go to reach out my hand to take the one Denton is offering in greeting, but jerk it back when I feel Nate growl low and deep. Denton’s head goes back, and he booms out a thundering laugh.

“Did you just growl like a dog?” I ask Nate in shock and turn to look up at his face.

He keeps his narrowed eyes on a still laughing Denton, not answering me.

“That’s a little much, don’t you think?” I continue.

Nate looks down at me like I’m the crazy one for even asking him that, and I ignore him by returning what I hope is a hard look of my own. He shrugs and pulls me through the door and into a dark hallway.

“It’s nice to formally meet you, Denton!” I call over my shoulder while still being pulled behind Nate. I hear another animalistic sound from him and just roll my eyes.

He’s crazy.

When we reach the end of the hallway, I can see that the club is just as packed as it was the last time I was here. I continue looking around while keeping up with Nate’s huge steps as he leads me to the stairs that I know will lead me to his office, only letting go of my hand long enough to wave me ahead of him.

I look down at my outfit, a short summer dress that I picked after an hour of throwing almost everything out of my closet, and wonder if I miscalculated when settling on this one. I hadn’t thought about the long climb up. He probably wants me ahead of him so I don’t flash anyone.

When I look back up at him and see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, I know that I was wrong. He wants me ahead of him so that he can catch a flash of what is under my skirt.

Well, he’s in for a shock. I wink and laugh when I see him frown in confusion before moving around him and starting my climb. The hissed breath that I hear over the music at my back gives me a rush of power and confidence. I put a little extra swirl in my hips with each step, and by the time I’m halfway up, my lips are curled in a smile so wonky and big that it hurts my cheeks.