Chapter Eighteen
Holly
Nate’s gruff voice drew my eyes open. My gaze collided with his. With my back against the door, the cool wood was a contrast to his heat pressed against me. The feel of him filling me was so damn good, I could barely think beyond anything but the pleasure spiraling inside.
He held still for a few beats and then rocked his hips, just barely, into the cradle of mine, sending a jolt of hot pleasure from my core radiating through me. I hadn’t expected to see him tonight. Much as I wouldn’t have wanted to admit it to anyone, I’d been counting the days, the hours, the minutes, and the seconds until I knew he would be back. Which was completely and utterly ridiculous.
I’d never viewed myself as the kind of woman who would ever get hung up on anxiously waiting for a man
