Chapter 93:
He leaned in closer, and his warm breath grazed her neck, sending a subtle shiver coursing through her. Her ears burned as a flush crept up her neck, and her fingers curled slightly.
“Is it done?” she asked.
“It’s quite tangled,” Nate replied calmly, his voice deliberate.
“This takes patience—rushing won’t help.”
Something about his tone made Corrine pause. Was it just her imagination, or was he enjoying this?
After what felt like an eternity, Nate’s fingers finally disentangled her hair.
“There, all done.”
Having stayed in the same position for so long, Corrine’s waist gave out slightly, and she stumbled back—straight into his arms. Nate didn’t hesitate. His arm tightened around her shoulders, holding her securely. Her forehead pressed against his chest, and the warmth of his body flooded her senses.
The unexpected closeness made Corrine’s eyes widen. Flustered, she stammered, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“I know.” His gaze held hers, steady and intent. Slowly, his fingertips brushed against her cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
The intimacy of their position was overwhelming. Every instinct told Corrine to pull away, yet Nate’s arm around her waist kept her rooted in place. When her eyes finally lifted to meet his, her breath hitched. There was a spark in his gaze, a fiery intensity that made her pulse quicken.
“You have no idea how much you tempt me,” Nate murmured, his voice low and magnetic. His eyes lingered on her lips, dark and full of longing, as he leaned closer.
The faint scent of him surrounded her, earthy and warm, making her fingers clench against his chest. Her lashes quivered, betraying her nerves, and she whispered softly, almost breathlessly, “Nate…”
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Nate’s warm breath ghosted over Corrine’s skin, his lips brushing her cheek with featherlight precision before his head nestled into the delicate curve of her neck. His movements were both restrained and charged with intensity, each gesture steeped in fervent desire. His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer as if she might slip away at any moment.
“Nate, you’re hurting me,” Corrine protested, shifting uneasily against his hold. A low chuckle rumbled in Nate’s chest, his breath grazing her ear in a way that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.
“Corrine, don’t make me wait too long.” His voice was smooth and rich, laced with a subtle hint of a smile that was undeniably captivating.
In a heartbeat, her breath faltered, and her composure unraveled in the face of his undeniable magnetism.
The sudden jolt of the car stopping broke the moment. Flustered, she pushed him away with trembling hands and stumbled out, as if seeking refuge from his overwhelming presence.
Nate’s gaze followed her hurried retreat, a wry smile curving his lips—dangerously charming, yet tinged with mischief. He rubbed his fingers as though savoring the memory of her touch, a reminder of the connection he was reluctant to relinquish.
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