“I shouldn’t have come in so unannounced,” Nathan says finally, deciding maybe he doesn’t have to go as he keeps his back turned but keeps his smoldering gaze fixed firmly on me.
Making me feel relieved because I think I’d just die if he left now.
I can’t lose him twice in one day.
“I should get dressed,” I hear myself squeak, making him frown and take a deep breath before he shifts his gaze down as a resigned look comes over his face before turning to face me.
Like a man who knows what he wants, but also knows the power of time and place.
He stands with his hands on his hips, the V-shape of his torso showing through his shirt, the long overcoat not hiding anything anymore.
His thick, powerful legs are straining against the fabric of his pants, but there’s something way harder that hasn’t let up any.
“Do you always wear a disguise?” I ask, meaning the coat but staring straight at his groin. Mesmerized by it now that I know what’s underneath.
Enchanted by him, all of him.
“I’m Nathan Cartwright,” he announces, cocking his brow and only looking away long enough to observe the book with his photo on the bed as I shift to get dressed, slipping on a robe.
My movement seems to disappoint him, and I’m sure he sighs a little, contenting himself to look me up and down again even though I’m more decent.
“I know,” I flush. “I’m-” I start to introduce myself but he cuts me off.
“Lucy Scarborough,” he says firmly, almost relishing the sound before he makes another low groan and shifts his coat as he casually adjusts himself a little more.
“How do you know that?” I laugh nervously, thrilled to hear him say my name though. Already imagining my legs wrapped around him as I scream his.
He can fill me with what he’s shown me until I scream his name a thousand times, any day of the week.
“I asked about you once you left the hotel. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he says thoughtfully, his look softening from intense to caring in a moment, making me feel giddy all over again.
“I was just dumped by my chaperone is all,” I murmur, regretting it instantly.
“Chaperone?” he asks with a frown. Like maybe I’m a kid or something.
“Just a friend of my dad’s from work, she was supposed to keep an eye on me over the weekend,” I tell him.
“In case you ended up in a room with a strange man?” he asks, I snort with laughter from sheer nervousness but notice he’s not laughing. His eyes have got that intense look in them again.
That look I like best of all.
“Something like that,” I chuckle dryly, suddenly unable to swallow or breathe properly. “But it’s her who hooked up with some guy instead, Eduardo. Left a note and some money telling me that three’s a crowd and I had to find my own room for the conference.”
My story makes him smile, relaxes him.
“How ‘bout you though? You’re the star of the convention. How come you couldn’t get a room?” I ask him, feeling equally at ease in his company now that we’ve started chatting.
His floorshow not forgotten, but filed away just below the surface.
There’s an edge to our conversation, that energy between what we both still feel smoldering underneath.
“I booked the room in another name, Smith,” he says, rolling his eyes before pinching out the sides of his overcoat.
“They bumped me from my room too, but for different reasons, just overbooked. And this disguise didn’t help any,” he adds dryly.
“It almost had me fooled,” I confess. “But you’d kinda stick out anywhere after a while,” I add, blushing as I feel my eyes gravitate back down to his still harder than ever pant bulge.
He laughs heartily, and taking off his coat he sits down, putting it over his lap.
Damn.
“How about we start over?” he suggests.
“My name is Nathan and it looks like we’ve been given the same suite to share, is that alright with you?” he asks politely.
I pretend to think for a moment, feeling my legs shake as I take a few steps out into the lounge area and sit down opposite him.
“Sure, I’d like that. Lucy. Lucy Scarborough,” I tell him, hoping the pleading look in my eyes is enough to alert him I’m not just interested, I’m available.
Like, right now if he wants me available.
Chapter Four
Nathan
Thinking I’d get a room to myself, that there’d be no catch after paying a little extra under the table. I was less than pleased to hear I’d be sharing a suite.
“It’s two rooms in one big room, like an apartment… You’ll have your privacy and she’ll have hers.” The clerk insisted.
“She?”
“Like I said, you okay with the younger set? Like got a daughter or something? She looks like a nice kid.” Was his reply.