Sophia’s laugh died on her tongue when Nate’s thumb traced her bottom lip again, lingering. He looked like he was fighting with himself — the careful man and the reckless man both clawing for control.
Her pulse fluttered under his touch. Enough pretending.
Before he could say another word, she tugged him down and kissed him — open-mouthed, hungry, tasting every promise he’d just made. He groaned low in his throat, his hands sliding to her waist, hauling her flush against him until there was no polite distance left at all.
When he broke for air, his forehead pressed to hers, his voice was hoarse, part plea, part warning.
“Sophia… my housekeeper’s here. She could—”
“Let her,” she breathed, a wicked smile curving her kiss-swollen lips. “Let the whole damn building hear. You keep trying t
