Rena stood there flushed and exposed, chest rising softly as she breathed, while Nathan looked up at her with those bright, unwavering golden eyes—taking in every inch of what she had just revealed to him.
Nathan's arm snapped around her waist the instant the robe fell open.
No pause. No breath of hesitation. No permission sought.
Just his arm — a band of solid warmth and immovable intent — sweeping around her lower back and hauling her body flush against his in one clean, decisive pull that stole every molecule of air from her lungs at once.
"Haaa!"
The sound burst out of her before she could locate it, high and startled and nothing like her, her hands flying up to his chest on pure reflex — palms flat, fingers wide, feeling the hard heat of him beneath her touch. She registered that warmth for exactly half a second.
Then his mouth found her breast.
And the world collapsed to a single point.
"Haaann—!"
