Page 32 of Rescued Love

My jaw almost falls to the ground when he opens my truck door, waits for me to get in, and then reaches around me to buckle me in. How does this man render me speechless so easily?

Then he follows that sexy as hell display up with a forehead kiss and I fucking melt at the same time that my nipples go hard. After winking at me, he jogs back around to the driver side of his grandpa’s truck and gives me a look filled with patient urging.

Right. I’m driving and he’s following.

“Forehead kisses should not render me stupid,” I mutter under my breath as I pull out of the rescue and head toward my place.

It’s not much, but it’s enough for me. I’m nervous to see his reaction to my apartment.

I sigh because he probably has something nicer considering he lives in the city and is a lawyer. I snort out a laugh because it might be nicer, but it’s probably a bachelor pad.

“Don’t have sex with him, Kimball,” I try and give myself a small pep talk when we park in front of my building and Nathan is out of his car and striding my way faster than I can blink.

The man has a look of determination on his face that takes my breath away.

Climb him and ride him until you’re both sweaty and satisfied.

Nathan looks into my eyes as he opens my door and unbuckles me with so much heat that I swear he can read my inner thoughts. Or maybe the need I see in his eyes he sees reflected back at him in mine.

I can feel the heat coming from him and soaking into my back as he follows me to my place. I glance back at him nervously before I open my door.

“It’s not much,” I admit and wince.

Why the hell did I just say that? The need to face palm myself is riding me hard, but I resist. There’s no need to make myself look even worse in front of this man.

Nathan shrugs one shoulder like the size or state of my place doesn’t matter. “I just want to spend time with you, Kimball. I don’t care about anything else.”

Damn it. My heart fucking melts with his words, and I screw up my courage and lead him into my place. He takes it in with one sweep of his eyes and a small smile grows on his face.

I was honest with him, it’s not much.

When he looks at me again, there’s an intensity in his eyes that has my breaths coming out in pants. “It suits you.”

“Oh?” I cross my arms across my chest and arch an eyebrow in challenge. “How so?”

He looks around again, his feet moving through my space so he can get a closer look at the pictures on the wall and the books on my shelf. I’m not sure why it feels so right to have him in my space, but it does.

“It’s cozy,” he starts and glances at me over his shoulder. “It feels like a place you can call home, a place where you feel safe and comfortable.” He turns toward me and meets my gaze. “Like I said, it suits you.”

I swallow hard as a bright smile takes over my face. I’m not used to getting compliments and I’ve never been great at accepting them. Coming from him? I find it’s a little bit easier.

I’m not sure I’m ready to examine why that is.

The longer we stand and stare at each other, the more labored our breathing becomes. It feels like my heart is slowing down along with the passing of time as we soak up being in my space together, but it also feels like my heart is racing far too fast.

Should I be concerned? Is this what a heart attack feels like?

Fuck. You want him. You’re not having a heart attack.

I blink at Nathan and bite my bottom lip. There’s a desperate need for me to close the distance between us, but something holds me back at the same time.

“Kimball,” his voice is strained like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Nathan,” I whisper, need clawing through the word and making itself obvious.

I don’t know who moves first and it doesn’t matter. One moment we’re standing there and taking in each other like it’s the last chance we have to do so. The next, our mouths are fused together in a kiss that is both chaste and filled with fire.

His hands grip my ass and pull me tighter against the length of his body like he can’t help but want me closer, needs me closer. I gasp and he takes full advantage by stroking his tongue into my mouth and finding my own.