“I know.”
A grin pulls at my mouth before I can stop it. “Come upstairs,” I whisper, my hand dipping lower, tracing the edge of his waistband. “Let me take care of you.”
He freezes for a second, blinking a couple of times, suddenly remembering we’re still in the kitchen where any of the guys could walk in.
“What about the guys?” he asks, his voice slightly ragged. Fuck me, there’s nothing hotter than a rough voice after being kissed.
I huff a breathy laugh, brushing my nose against his. “Pretty sure they’re distracted.”
Nathan exhales through his nose and I can practically feel the moment he loses the last scraps of resistance. His lips part like he’s gearing up to argue, to pretend he’s still thinking rationally, but it dies on his tongue. His shoulders ease, his eyes flick down to my mouth, and then he bites that bottom lip—the same one I’d had between my teeth minutes ago.
He nods and something in me snaps.
I cup his face and pull him into another kiss. Now that I’ve tasted him, I know without a doubt I’m ruined. There’s no turning back, no pretending that one kiss, or ten, or a hundred, could ever be enough.
My fingers slide into his hair, and he melts into me as I kiss him harder, because if I don’t get more of him right now, right this second, I’m going to go insane.
We head back toward the living room, and I can feel the nervous energy rolling off him. His shoulders pull tight, and his fingers flex once at his sides as if he doesn’t know what to do with them now that he isn’t holding on to me. His eyes keep darting toward the stairs.
He’s so cautious. Rational. Mr. Responsible.
And yet here he is, still buzzing from our kiss, wanting more so badly he’s practically shaking with want.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” he says once we’re back in the living room.
Now?” Austin asks, a slice of pizza halfway to his mouth.
Nathan rubs the back of his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. “Yeah. Still sweaty from practice.”
Oh, Hayes. You adorable, terrible liar.
He disappears down the hall before anyone can question it. I don’t even bother hiding the grin tugging at my mouth because I know exactly where he’s headed.
And I can’t fucking wait to follow him.
I stretch my arms overhead, letting out what has to be the fakest yawn I’ve ever produced. “I’m beat.”
Austin snorts. “It’s seven PM.”
I shoot him a look. “I need my nap.”
What I actually need is Nathan’s mouth on mine again.
Ryan lifts a brow but doesn’t say anything, and I don’t give anyone time to question me.
I take the stairs two at a time, my heart pounding way harder than it should. Jesus. You’d think it was my first time hooking up with a guy. I don’t even pause before turning the knob and pushing open my bedroom door.
Nathan’s there, standing by my dresser. He turns at the sound, and his breath hitches the second he sees me.
I step inside, walking toward him until there’s barely any space left between us.
My chest brushes his, and his breath stutters. His fingers curl hard around the edge of the dresser, like he’s still fighting something. Nerves? Desire? Whatever it is flickers through his eyes and it’s fucking addicting.
My hands find the sides of his hips, pressing my fingers lightly into the fabric of his sweatpants.
“You’re gonna have to tell me what you want,” I murmur, letting my hands ghost along the sides of his hips. “I can’t make that call for you.”
His lips part and his tongue darts out, running over his bottom lip. “I want… to kiss you again.”