Bab 13: Get in my bed
God, he's something to look at. Especially in jeans, which I've never seen him in before. His shoulders are so broad, and his t-shirt hugs the muscles across his back. His jeans fall off his hips in that sexy way that toned men have that make women sit up and drool.
And I don't know what it is about a sexy man barefoot in jeans, but holy shit.
Are we seriously going to jump right into bed? No, hey, would you like a drink? Or would you like to watch a movie?
Just, welcome to my home, get in my bed?
Nate leads me down the hall and points out a guest bathroom and an office. Then he walks right past his bedroom and stops at the door at the end of the hall. He opens the door and walks in, and I follow, completely confused.
"This is my spare bedroom. You're welcome to use it while you're here." He places my suitcase on the ottoman at the end of the beautiful queen-sized bed. The headboard is black swirly wrought iron and the bedding is blue and green, matching the nautical themed artwork on the walls.
"I'm not sleeping in your room?" I ask and cock my head to the side, studying him.
"You're welcome to sleep in my room if that's what you want, but I don't want to assume anything. I told you that I wanted to spend the weekend with you to get to know you better, and that's the truth. If you sleep with me, I won't be able to keep my hands off you, and if there is no sex this weekend, I'm okay with that."
I raise an eyebrow. "You're okay with no sex?"
"It'll kill me because all I've thought about for the better part of a year now is getting your beautiful body naked, in the light this time so I can see you, but there's time for that." He walks back to me, those beautiful gray eyes on mine, and runs his fingertip down my cheek. "You are so lovely, Julianne. I love your gorgeous blonde hair and your blue eyes. And I so enjoy your smart mouth."
Holy. Crap.
But then my snarky side rears her ugly head for a moment. We haven't slept together since last summer, and I know, just by looking at him, that he wouldn't lack for willing bodies to bang, should he so choose.
He leads me out of the bedroom and back into the great room.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Water would be great." I need to keep a clear head while I'm processing all of this. No sex? With Nate? Why stay here then?
"I have a question." Nate crosses the living space to the kitchen and pulls water and a beer out of the fridge and saunters back over to me.
"Shoot." He passes me the water and we both sit on a plush, light brown couch. I kick my flats off and pull my feet up under me and settle in.
"If you don't want to have sex with me, why am I staying overnight? We could just meet up during the day."
His beautiful gray eyes turn arctic, and I know I've said the wrong thing.
"I didn't say I don't want to have sex with you. I said it's up to you. And I want you, here, for a full forty-eight hours. I don't want you to run away from me this time."
He takes a pull off his beer and glares at me.
Okay.
"Any more questions?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.
"One. How many other women have you fucked since I was here last?"
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