Maybe it’s not a good idea to sleep with the man who just turned my entire world upside down. But ignoring the almost painful need that binds us is a growing agony, and the closeness of his body is a welcome distraction. It’s not like things could get better by not doing it, and for some reason, Nathan’s hands on me feel righter than my anger does.
His heated kisses reach the collar of my t-shirt, so I lean away to take it off. He pulls the lace cups of my bra down and buries his face against my breasts, and I arch my back, trusting that he can hold me up with the single hand splayed across my lower back. Gripping my thighs around his waist helps steady me, but it maddens me at the same time. I physically ache to feel his skin on mine, to touch as much of him as I can with as much of myse
