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EXCERPT TWO (Sexy)
As soon as Bryan and Kat left, Nate shut the door, then locked it. She glanced quickly behind her at the window that provided a view of the sea of rabid fans. The stadium shook with excitement. Cheers from the crowd vibrated throughout the house of Ruth. Nate stalked down the three steps separating them. When he reached her, a vein twitched in his neck. His mouth was a ruler-straight line. His jaw was set hard. His stare undressed her.
âI was wrong,â he said. Each word possessed a hard edge.
âWrong about what?â Was he talking about the dress? Or about wanting to be her teacher? God, she prayed he wasnât backing out.
âI was wrong about tonightâs lesson. Itâs not spanking.â
âWhat is it?â
âItâs role-playing.â His voice was hot and rough. His dark eyes prowled over her body.
âWhat kind of role playing?â She didnât even bother to hide her nerves, but the nerves also excited her. Or maybe he was simply the one who excited her. It seemed whatever he did turned her on. The fact that he was standing here, a solid mass of muscle and strength, of extreme and utter sexiness, sent shivers across her skin. She drank him in: the wavy mess of his golden brown hair, the stubble lining his jaw, the exposed patch of skin on his chest where the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone. All of it, all of him, made her tremble with want.
He took one step closer, and reflexively she backed up so her spine hit the wall behind her. She was caged in, and against her better judgment, she liked it. She liked the fact that it was starkly quiet inside the suite, and that it was intensely noisy outside, a white noise that masked all that she was feeling.
âIâm going to be playing the role of the jealous lover,â he said, his voice still laced with the same frustration sheâd picked up on earlier. Was he annoyed with her?
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm the jealous lover who canât stand the thought of his woman wearing a gorgeous, stunning, absolutely fucking breathtaking dress on a date with another man.â
A wild thrill rushed through her veins from his words and what they meant. âBut I thought you didnât like the dress?â she asked, coyly, playing along.
He lifted his hand and brushed the tips of his fingers against her wrist. She shuddered from that one subtle touch. Her body begged for more, and she was almost ashamed at how much desire flowed through her bloodstream right now. She hadnât been completely aware of how very much she had wanted to see him tonight, of how truly disappointed she had been for the first eight innings that he wasnât here by her side. Now that he was here, she wasnât sure how sheâd survived the game without him.
He brushed his fingers along her arm, across the crook of her elbow, and up to her shoulder. Goosebumps rose in his wake.
âI donât like the dress if you wear it for another man,â he said, keeping his eyes locked on hers the whole time. âAnd sometimes that means Iâm going to act like a dick and tell you I donât like the dress at all.â He brought his hands to her hair and she wanted to cry out because it felt so fucking good to be touched by him like this, with hands that were both tender and completely possessive. He speared his fingers into her hair. âBut what I really donât like is the idea that another man might look at you in it, and want to touch you the way I touch you.â
He leaned into her neck, and pressed his lips against her skin. There was nothing gentle in the kiss. His lips were hot and angry, and she felt his teeth nip her skin. A sting of pain raced through her, but it was a good pain, a pain that made her long for more.