Page 69 of Beating Heart
“Maybe it says that you’re moving forward,” he said.
My hand moved to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath my palm.
Beating heart.
I wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel.
I knew it couldn’t go anywhere. We both had our reasons. But getting lost in this man right now was just too easy.
And exactly what I wanted.
What I needed.
“How about you? Are you moving forward?” I asked, desperate for his mouth to be on mine right now.
Apparently, I had zero patience when it came to Nash Heart.
“I’ve never had a woman for dinner with my son. I’ve never made out with a woman in the middle of the lake. I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want you, and that’s the fucking truth. I don’t know what it means, but I know what I’m feeling is different.”
I sucked in a breath at his words.
This is temporary. Don’t get ahead of yourself. He’s just attracted to you.
“I want you, too.” I searched his gaze. “I’ve only been with one man, Nash. And I thought it was forever, and I was really wrong. So maybe not knowing what this is is a good change for me. I want you. You want me. Why torture ourselves?”
His mouth was on mine, and he pressed his body into mine. I could feel every hard edge and muscle. My hands moved along his shoulders and down his arms.
He was strong and masculine, and I freaking loved the feel of his weight against me. He took control of the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth as it tangled with mine.
Desperate and needy.
It was different from the kiss yesterday.
We were both all in now.
There was no hesitation.
No apprehension.
We wanted this.
I ground my hips against him, and he reached behind me, his hands cupping my ass and lifting me up. My legs came around his waist just like they had out in the water. But this time, there was very little fabric between us, and I felt everything.
Everything.
He carried me down the hallway, his lips never leaving mine. Before I processed what was happening, he walked into his bedroom and closed the door quietly, before dropping me onto his bed.
I was overwhelmed with feelings. I wanted him. Wanted this. But I hadn’t been with any man other than the one who had betrayed me in the worst way. All these thoughts were racing through my mind, and Nash must have picked up on it.
“Hey,” he said, leaning over me from where he stood at the foot of the bed. “Don’t go overthinking this. I didn’t bring you in here to have sex.”
Well, those weren’t the words I wanted to hear either. I raised a brow. “And why not?”
“Because you were supposed to marry another man today. Because you’ve only been with one dickhead in your life, and we’re not going to rush this. I just wanted to bring you somewhere that I could make you feel good without worrying that a nosy six-year-old or an overzealous Bernedoodle would walk in on us.”
“You’re not having sex with me because my ex is a dickhead?” I pouted.
He ran his rough fingers along my jaw. “I’m not having sex with you tonight. And not because of him, but because there’s no need to rush. This is new. We don’t know what it is. So we’ll take our time.”
