Chapter 12

I glance up again at the huskiness in his tone. His jaw is clenched and his body has gone completely rigid. For a second, I’m worried I’ve made him angry again. “Is this okay?”

“Is what okay?” Another vibration stutters through my chest.

“Me touching you.”

Nathan huffs out a ragged laugh. “Ella, leannán, you haven’t touched nearly enough of me yet.”

Ignoring the ‘lover’ endearment, but encouraged by his words, I complete my pass around him until we’re face-to-face again. I palm the back of his neck and rise up on tiptoes to press my mouth to his. My breasts push into his chest, making my nipples hard. Beneath my fingers, his hair is soft. Beneath my lips, his are dry. I flick my tongue out to wet them. Making me work for my pleasure, he doesn’t open for me. Not to be deterred, I continue the kiss, putting my all into it, until, finally, Nathan’s lips part, and he lets me in.

We kiss long and hard until I draw away. Without breaking eye contact, I unbutton his pants, drag the zipper do