Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 14

“I am not drunk! I am truly not drunk!” I giggled as I laid my head on Nate’s stomach. It was so funny how something could be soft but so hard together. When my finger lay on top of his stomach it was really soft but when I pushed down it became suddenly really hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. Hard. So funny. “I would notice it when I’m drunk.”

Nate let out a soft chuckle as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch me. We lay sprawled onto the floor and I had demanded that he took his shirt off about an hour ago. He was gorgeous. It was definitely worth the cocky grin he gave me.

“Ashford, you are seriously completely wasted,” his words were slightly slurred as he spoke. 

My head snapped up at his words and I scowled furiously at him. “I am not drunk! You are drunk, not me!”

He again started chuckling, a lazy sound that clashed slightly with my hyperactive state. Nate was a calm drunk and I didn’t like that for one bit. “Mel, you’ve drunk more than half a bottle of Malibu and probably more when I wasn’t watching. You should be drunk by now.”

“You’re not drunk enough,” I stated when I couldn’t come up with an answer. I completely sat up by now and grabbed the bottle of tequila that stood next to me. Then I searched furiously for the salt and limes but in my obviously — although I didn’t want to admit it back then — drunken state I wasn’t the best searcher. 

With the tequila still in my hand, I began searching in Nate’s backpack, when I suddenly felt him brush up behind me. I felt my heart beat pick up when his chest covered my back completely, my thin tank top the only thing that separated our naked skins. How I wished I had taken my shirt of too. The warmth of Nate’s chest was suddenly pulled away when he proudly held up the salt and limes. Damn. He had beat me. 

He grabbed the bottle from my hand, grazing his fingers against mine for a second, and then opened the salt and the bag with limes. His warm, calloused hand took one of mine and turned it around gently, softly tracing the scars that laid on the skin. Even in his drunken state his eyes got slightly sad before he laid salt on my skin. He grinned up though at me as he unscrewed the bottle, motioning for me to go on. 

I placed my tongue flat against my wrist, licking up every grain of salt. I looked expectantly at the bottle in Nate’s hand but he didn’t seem to notice me. Instead he stared at my lips with hooded eyes. I smirked and leaned over to grab the bottle myself, tipping it back and gulping a decent amount of tequila down. I grimaced as the liquid burned my throat, grabbing a lime and sucking it empty. 

When I looked up Nate had a strange look on his face. It was a mixture between lust and pain. Why he would be in pain was beyond me and I had to giggle at the expression on his face. It looked so strange so see someone as beautiful as him in pain. 

At the sound of my giggle Nate’s eyes shot up and darkened once again as he grabbed the salt from its position on the floor. His eyebrow shot up in a challenge. Immediately my blood started running quicker through my veins, he had looked at me the same way when he had bitten me. 

“How about we make things a bit more interesting?” he asked with a wicked smile on his face. I nodded weakly. 

On hands and knees he stalked over to place where I was sitting on the floor. When my knees were touching his, he pressed his chest again mine, putting force against mine so I was forced to lie down with him on top of me. My breath was getting swallow and my heart pumped erratically in my chest. I had no idea what he was going to do but the alcohol and lust running through my veins, made me want to do everything with him. 

He suddenly was away though and I shivered from the loss of his warmth. I kept laying still on the cold floor, waiting for whatever it was he was going to do. Nate came back quickly, hovering his body over mine. His face was inches from mine when he slowly lowered it towards mine. He was going to kiss me again. In anticipation I closed my eyes but the brush of lips never came.