Chapter 14: It Reminded Me of Cherries
VANESSA BELMONT
"I’m warning you, Carver," said Nate. "Quit entertaining fantasies about my wife."
"She’s not your wife yet. A lot can happen in six months." Carver looked at me. "You sure you’re all right?"
"I’m fine."
Nathan used the hand clamped to my neck to turn me toward him. Then he leaned down and captured my mouth. He kissed until my lips were swollen and my knees weak. When I let go, I stared at him, dazed. And I saw him smirk as he gave Carver a triumphant glance.
"Son-of-a-bitch," said Carver, his eyes flashing with rage.
Ollie grabbed Carver by the upper arm. "Okay, you two crazy kids, have fun. We’re leaving. Text you tomorrow, Neenie!" He hauled away a very reluctant Carver.
My fiancé led me to the private elevator and used a key card to open it. We silently rode to the penthouse suite. When we got the foyer, Nate swooped me into his arms and strode purposefully toward the bedroom.
My stomach dipped. Oh, sweet hell. Nate entered the bedroom, and tossed me on to the king-sized bed. He stripped off his jacket and then his tie.