Nathan’s lips were crushed to hers, his tongue inside her mouth, effectively silencing all of her questions. And even more surprising than his unexpected kiss was the way she responded to it. She’d immediately began kissing him back and flames of desire burned a path down her torso, engulfing her womb with a need so insistent it verged on pain. “Please,” she moaned against his lips, not quite knowing what she was begging him for. “Please…” “No,” he said, running kisses down her neck. “I’m not going to let you do this to me.” Then, to Layla’s utter dismay, he pulled back from her, all but shoving her away from him when she tried to kiss him again. He shook his head and pointed at her, more angry than she’d ever seen him, which was saying something, since he’d pretty much stayed furious from the moment they’d re-met. “I’m not doing this with you. I’m a grown man now. I can control myself.” Her clothes were still on, but Layla felt naked and ashamed, standing there under his accusing glare.
