Nathalie.
My body vibrated with the intensity of his voice, his breath, his touch, his weight pressed against mine. But my voice retorted anyway. “Yes. I hate how you make me feel!”
“Hmm.” The hum rolled up his throat, low and warm, and I watched it happen, watched the sound move under his skin, and something about it made my heart slam even harder, feeding the heat already spreading through my body.
His lips grazed my cheek, and I sucked in a sharp breath, my whole body tilting toward his without permission, aching for more of him, more of that heat pooling low in my stomach.
Then he pulled back, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. Whatever anger I’d had left in me had already burned itself out. I could feel it, the hunger written plainly across my face, and the way he w
