Her legs had forgotten their primary function. Nate’s muscular body pressed against hers, his kiss devoured her. The world shifted on its axis. Her hands tunneled deep in his hair, holding him close. Need flooded her body and concentrated low in her belly. Warmth pooled. Skin. She wanted to touch bare skin. Oh. Hell. No. He’s not to be trusted. She’d lost her mind to let him kiss her. Logic and lust were at war inside her head. Kay placed her hands on his chest and applied pressure until his lips separated from hers. She shoved harder a second time, and he backed up a single step. His gaze caressed her face. Navy-blue eyes had darkened to the color of midnight. Hooded with lust. His desire obvious. Her gaze drifted to the enormous swell pressing against the zipper on his jeans. She quickly raised her eyes to meet his. “That won’t happen again.” Her heart hurt, and her body protested from wanting him as she put more distance between them. At least she’d managed to speak with a small amount of conviction. “You sure?”
