“Oh?” His smile becomes a wicked smirk that turns my insides to Jell-o. “And what things do you need to know?”
I smile coyly and resume walking. “If you have a sense of humor. If you have good taste in movies, which we’ve already established that you do. You know, if you’re capable of making a woman …” Turning my face toward him, I lick my lips, and his eyes darken as he waits for me to finish my sentence. I suppress a grin and add, “Fluffy pancakes when it’s that time of the month and she’s craving sugar.”
A deep, rumbling laugh rolls out of him. “Why do I feel like I’m getting schooled by a pint-sized siren?”
“You are getting schooled, Ice. But I am neither pint-sized nor a siren.”
This time he’s the one who stops, and his fingers circle my wrist, bringing me to a halt right in front of him. He steps closer, looming over me even in my six-inch heels. His eyes rake up and down my body, and the heat of his gaze scalds me. “But you are pint-sized, Spitfire. And you are most definitely a siren.”
Staring into his chocolate-brown eyes, I swallow down the thick knot in my throat. This feels real when it’s not. I can’t recall the last time I had so much fun on a date, let alone a time when I wanted to kiss a man half as much as I want to kiss Nathan James right now.
He leans closer, his breath dusting over my forehead, and a shiver runs the length of my spine. “Are you going to invite me in for a coffee?”
I glance around, surprised. The walk was so enjoyable that I failed to register we had reached my apartment building. I bite down on my bottom lip and shake my head. “I’m not that kind of girl, Mr. James.”
His devilish eyes narrow before he unashamedly rakes them up and down my body. “Oh, we’re back to Mr. James now, are we?”
Tilting my head, I hold his gaze and try to stop my legs from shaking. “Well, there are no cameras here. No need to pretend we’re on a date any longer.”
“Actually …” He takes a half step forward, herding me back until I’m pressed against the wall and his body is only inches from mine. So tantalizingly close that I smell his masculine scent—cologne, whiskey, and fresh air—and it makes the spot between my thighs ache. “I think I saw some paparazzi right over there.” He jerks his head backward, and I peer over his shoulder.
“Nope. You must have been imagining things,” I whisper, my cheeks flushing with heat.
He shrugs. “I think you should kiss me anyway. Just to be sure that this looks like a real date to anyone who might see.”
“The only person watching us is Tedward.”
A growl rumbles in his throat, and he dips his head lower. His mouth is so deliciously close, and his lips dust my earlobe. “Then let’s give him something to watch, Mel.”
I swallow hard as my pulse races beneath my skin. I bet he’s an incredible kisser. It would be so easy to say yes and let him press me against this wall and kiss me senseless. But that would only make things more complicated. I need to keep a clear head around him. This is a business arrangement, a fact he’s made abundantly clear.
I can’t get carried away with myself by thinking it’s anything more just because his body provokes such an intensely sensual physical reaction from mine. That would be reckless. Especially since I’m only ninety-eight percent sure I’ll go through with this wedding. I at least want the option to change my mind if I decide to, and if we have sex, I’m not sure I’ll be able to maintain any measure of objectivity.
I plant my hands on his chest and press a soft kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight, Mr. James.”
I stifle a chuckle at the frustrated groan that tumbles from his lips. But he steps back and gives me space. He really is a gentleman, huh?
“Thank you for your jacket.” I go to slip my arms out of the silk-lined sleeves, but he encircles my wrist with one strong hand, sending pulses of electricity skittering up my forearm.
“Keep it. I’ll get it back Saturday night.”
I frown. “Saturday night?”
“Our next date.”
I arch an eyebrow. “What if I already have plans?”
His lips twitch again with the promise of a smile that he refuses to deliver this time. “Do you?”
I fold my arms across my chest and scowl. “No. But that’s beside the point.”
He’s already walking toward his car when he calls over his shoulder, “I’ll pick you up at seven, Melanie.”
Chapter
Ten
NATHAN
Holy fuck. My heart is about to burst through my ribcage with the way it’s hammering in my chest. I sink back against the leather seat of the car with the scent of her in my nose and only the faintest taste of her on my lips from when they brushed her skin. Fuck me, I want more. So much fucking more.
And I know she wanted more too. I could tell from her blown-out pupils, how her breathing grew heavier whenever I got close to her, and the way her body instinctively leaned into mine. But now my cock is hard, and I’m left with nothing but the memory of her to keep me warm tonight. I’ve never had any problems getting women into my bed, and this feeling is both unusual and unwelcome.
I pull out my cell phone and tap out a text.
You fancy a nightcap?
Elijah replies within seconds.
How was the date?
Meet me at the bar and I’ll tell you
Amber’s sleeping.
I sigh.
I didn’t invite Amber
