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“I work in marketing, but that’s all you’re getting out of me. And before you try to reciprocate with where you work, don’t even think about it. My response was an accident.”
“Fine,” Nate says as the bartender sets our drinks on the bar top in front of us. “I won’t tell you that I work?—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I reach over and cover his mouth with my hand. “Don’t even think about it.”
I’m so focused on making sure he doesn’t give any clues that will allow me to chase after him once our little…whatever the hell this is…is over that I don’t realize my hand is pressed against his lips. I feel his smirk beneath my hand, but before I can put two and two together, his tongue darts out and licks up the center of my palm, making me jump back.
“Seriously?”
Nate laughs. “Next time, I’ll bite your hand.” He playfully snaps his teeth together as if taking a bite out of the air, and I can’t help but laugh as well.
I take a sip of my drink, and it’s perfect.
“Taste it and tell me Kingston’s isn’t more flavorfulthan the crap you’re drinking,” I say, sliding my drink toward Nate so he can try it.
Nate glances from the drink to my mouth and then leans in. “Okay, but only if I can taste it off your lips.”
Wait, what?
“You want to…” I breathe, the air in the room suddenly thick with sexual tension.
“Taste you,” he finishes, his mouth only a whisper away from mine. “Say yes,” he murmurs.
And because there’s no other answer I want to give, I do just that.
I haven’t even finished saying the three-letter word before Nate’s fingers are wrapping around the back of my neck and he’s pulling my face toward his to do exactly what he said—taste me.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and when I exhale, it slips into my mouth, stroking, teasing, caressing.
“Mmm,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Delicious.”
And then he breaks the kiss, leaving me wanting more.
“You’re right,” he says, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “Your liquor tastes way better. It’s almost…addictive.”
Holy shit. This man is sex personified.
I lift my glass and down my drink in one go, welcoming the warmth from the whiskey. Then, I stand, needing to escape before I do something I mightregret.
“What about dinner?” Nate asks, standing as well.
“I’m exhausted,” I tell him since it’s not a lie. “It’s been a long day and…” I glance from his eyes to his mouth, remembering the way his lips felt against mine—soft yet strong. “I can’t believe I only just arrived in London this morning. It feels like I’ve been here for a week.”
Nate chuckles and nods in understanding.
“So, tomorrow…” he says, trailing his words and leaving the ball in my court to either pick them up or leave them hanging.
When we were on our way back to the hotel, I mentioned there was still so much to see, and he offered to join me tomorrow. The smart choice would be to walk away now, but the thought of never seeing him again has me thinking like an idiot.
“How about we meet down here at nine o’clock?” I suggest.
“Sounds good.”
Nate insists on paying for the drinks, and once he’s signed the check, we head over to the elevators. He presses the button for the one I’m getting on since different elevators are for different floors, and once it arrives, he says, “If you need anything, my number is?—”
I’m shaking my head before he can finish, but then he clarifies, “Myroom numberis 1714,” and I release a breath of relief.
“I mean it, Paige, if you need anything”—he steps closer and lifts my chin so our eyes meet—“call me.”