She nodded, tilting away from him which only seemed to make him move closer. “It’s awful.”
“Then why are we still watching it?” His hands roamed over her body, one large hand settling over her breast.
“Because you wanted to please me?” She batted her eyelashes.
“I’d like to please you in other, more exciting ways.” His hand squeezed, thumb flicking up to brush across her nipple and it pebbled beneath his touch. “Or is that not allowed?”
She shouldn’t have sex with him. To prove her point there was more between them than just fucking.
But the fucking was so damn good...
“We shouldn’t.” Her voice was weak and when he flashed that sexy smile, she knew she’d cave.
“Why not? If you want me to be the attentive boyfriend, I can be the attentive boyfriend. But that involves all kinds of things. Nights out, long dinners, even longer nights in bed. Naked.”
He dipped his head, kissing her ear, then the sensitive skin just behind it and she shuddered. She tried to push him away, her hands resting on his broad shoulders, but then she curled her fingers around them and clung to him instead.
“Nate, I thought we had a deal.”
Lifting his head, he looked at her, his dark eyes smoldering with lusty heat. Ooh, when he looked at her like that all rational thought flew from her brain. “We had a deal I wouldn’t treat you like a sex toy. I have no intention of doing that tonight.”
His words, the intense expression on his face heated her from the inside out, made her think of all the naughty things he was capable of.
Fine, so she was weak. She wanted to indulge in each and every one of those things. Right here, right now.
“A sex toy is an inanimate object,” he continued with a wicked smile on his face. “Something a person stashes away, until he or she is ready to use it again. Like a vibrator or maybe even a blow up doll.”
His fingers stroked her back. Up and down in a soothing motion and she practically purred with pleasure. “Are you confessing you have a blow up doll?”
Nate arched a brow. “Are you inferring you have a vibrator?”
Janelle’s cheeks heated. Of course, she had a vibrator. What twenty-first century woman didn’t have one?
She went for nonchalance and shrugged. “I have one. Who doesn’t?”
“Well, I don’t.” He kissed her, his lips warm and damp, his breath hot as it breezed across her skin.
“You should try one,” she joked as he leaned into her, causing her to lie back on the couch. “You might like it.”
“I’d rather use it on you.” He sprawled on top of her, supporting most of his weight on his arms, which he propped on either side of her head. His expression turned serious as he studied her. “I’m sorry for what happened between us earlier, Janelle.”
She sobered, touched and surprised by his apology. “It’s okay. At least we talked it out.”
“Yeah.” He blew ou
t a harsh breath. “Like rational adults.”
“Right.” Janelle lifted her chin, reaching out to cup his jaw. “I’ve never been in a relationship where I was a rational adult before.”
“Me either,” Nate admitted.
Shock coursed through her, but before she could ask him any more questions, he kissed her, their tongues meeting, tangling. The kiss quickly turned wild, their hands searching each other’s bodies, tugging at their clothing. Janelle was desperate to touch him, moving her hands to the front of his shirt, fingers fumbling over every button.
He swatted her hands away and stood, unbuttoning his shirt. Shrugging out of it, he tossed it on the floor and made quick haste of the rest of his clothing. Janelle undressed hurriedly, her skin heating with anticipation.
Nate joined her on the couch and slid down her body, his hair brushing against her sensitive skin. He palmed her breasts, rained kisses across them, teasing her and she arched into him. His cock probed insistently against her belly and she whimpered.
“So impatient,” he murmured, his lips tickling her hardened nipple.