15. Rosalyn

FIFTEEN

ROSALYN

Nathan tugs my hair again, tilting my head back even farther, and the sensation on my scalp travels through my body, straight to my nipples.

Our mouths break apart. Our panting breaths loud in the small room.

I slide my eyes open, needing to remind myself this is real.

The overhead light illuminates the look on Nathan's face.

And it's the look of a man who isn't done yet.

He slides the hand not in my hair from my shoulder to the front of my throat.

Then down, until it's pressed flat against my chest. The bottom of his palm covering my cleavage.

"I'm going to touch you now." He slides his hand an inch lower. "Tell me if you don't want this." He shifts his hand again until he's palming my breast over my shirt. "You can tell me no. But you should do it now."

My heartbeat is thudding so loudly that I hardly hear my answer.

But I tell him the only thing I can.

The truth.

I drag my hands down his sides until I'm gripping his belt. "I want this. "

His lids lower, and he lets out a sound deep in his throat.

Then he's backing me into the shelves.