Nathaniel slid his arm around my waist, pulling the bunched skirt even higher, I think by accident. His dark eyes held heat, and it wasn't his beast, or at least not just that. Movement made me look up away from Avery's face. Mark me on this, if we don't get these guys in St.
I wanted my hands free. He's old school, and he thinks if he keeps pushing me, that I'll call him out. His back had a slight sway to it, a curve that spilled to a lovely ass, but at the farthest line of his back, before it became not his back, were dimples. You are a pushy damn woman.
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