Chapter 101

Olivia

“Nathan… What are you doing and where are your clothes?”

My cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet as I registered the sight of Nathan wrapped only in a towel, water droplets cascading down his bare, chiseled chest.

His body glistened under the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, as if to accentuate every lean, toned muscle. I found my gaze tracing the lines of his body, a faint, intoxicating sense of attraction flickering within me.

We were close… Too close. I could feel his breath, his lips brushing against my skin. It made me shudder, and I couldn’t decide whether I wanted him to keep going or whether I wanted him to get away.

Maybe under normal circumstances, I would have pushed him away… But right then, in that steamy bathroom, I wanted him closer than ever.

Nathan paused to answer my question, and looked up at me. A goofy grin was plastered on Nathan's face as he noticed my flushed cheeks and flustered expression.

“I could see through your dress, you know?” he said, the words slurring from his slightly drunken mouth. “You've got an amazing body, Olivia.”

I swallowed hard, embarrassment mingling with an unexpected sense of pleasure. My instinctual response was to cover myself with the robe I held in my hand.

Instead, I stood my ground, letting his words wash over me.

“You're not too bad yourself, Nathan,” I finally replied, gesturing towards his body with a teasing smirk. “But still… What are you doing?”

His towering height felt intimidating yet enticing. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, mingling with the steam from the shower.

“I might just lose our challenge tonight,” he murmured, his lips still brushing against the skin on my shoulder. “But I can’t contain myself any longer, Olivia. I admit it: I want you. And I have been jealous.”

“You do?” I leaned back a little and cocked my head as I looked up at him.

He nodded. “I do. I’ve wanted you for a while now. Maybe even since the… You know what? Let’s not talk about it. Let’s just do it.”

My eyes widened. “You’re drunk, Nathan.”

Suddenly, a playful smirk came over Nathan’s face. “So what if I am?” he slurred. “You’re still hot. I still want you. I wanted you when I was sober a couple of hours ago and I want you now.”

I shook my head, taking a step back. “No,” I said, struggling internally with the whole ordeal. “You don’t want me, Nathan. You’re way out of my league, and besides… We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Nathan frowned and closed the distance between us once more.

“Out of your league?” he asked thickly, his breath smelling sweetly of wine and grapefruit. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Olivia. I see the way that other guys look at you. It makes me furious. Fuck it, yeah, I’m jealous. I want you for myself.”

I had to laugh. “You’ll regret it in the morning,” I cooed, although I couldn’t deny the fact that I wasn’t moving away from him anymore. “You’ll sober up and realize that you’ve made a mistake.”

Nathan said nothing. His fingers trailed up my arm and sent a shiver down my spine, his blue-green eyes speaking volumes.

Just then, I felt the familiar tug of my wolf’s presence. It was more like an instinctual nudge, a primal urge that made my body tingle with anticipation.

I could sense that she was drawn to Nathan, too, and in a way that was more than just physical attraction. She yearned for him, and that yearning was slowly consuming my control.

And that scent… There it was again. It was even stronger than the last few times that I sensed it, and I felt myself losing control. Could Nathan sense it, too? If he did, his expression didn’t betray it.

However, at the very least, Nathan must have sensed the shift in my demeanor because his grin softened into a gentle, questioning smile. There was a hint of hurt behind his eyes.

“Are you okay, Liv?” he asked, his hand reaching out to rest on my arm. “I’m… I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I can leave—”

Nathan was just about to step away when my wolf suddenly took over. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. My hand shot out and wrapped itself around his wrist, pulling him back. His body pressed into mine as he stumbled into me, and I felt his damp chest up against me.

“This is just for tonight,” I whispered, an unexpected boldness lining my husky voice.

The words hung in the air between us like an unspoken pact. Nathan’s eyes widened in surprise but he didn't pull away.

Instead, he echoed my words. “Just for tonight,” he said, nodding as he raised his hand and brushed his cool fingers against my cheek. “Just this once.”

The words were no sooner uttered from his lips before my lips were pressed in their place. I felt his tongue work its way into my mouth as he relaxed into me. My arms were wrapping around his neck, his hands were cupping my face, trailing down my shoulders…

That sweet, mysterious scent, mixed with the familiar scent of grapefruit salt, overwhelmed me. Suddenly, I felt his gentle hands on my waist.

I felt myself being lifted up onto the sink, and instinctively I wrapped my legs around him, using my thighs to pull him close and hold him there, as if he would run away.

Our bodies moved in harmony, instinct and desire leading the dance. Our touches were explorative, tender, passionate. I could feel his hands on my skin, trailing down my back, making me shiver with anticipation.

And I found myself returning the touch, my hands sliding over his bare torso, appreciating every muscle, every curve.

Our breaths were heavy, our hearts thudding in a wild, unsteady rhythm.

There were no words, only the sounds of our shared desire filling the steamy bathroom. Each touch, each kiss, felt like a promise, a secret that would bind us together forever.

We both lost ourselves in the moment, surrendering to the urge that had been simmering beneath the surface of our friendship for far too long.

It was wild, passionate, and intimate, a night that was purely ours. Just the thought that it was supposed to be a one-time thing was almost painful, but it was a pain I was willing to bear.

Eventually, our lovemaking moved to the shower. We didn’t have enough of each other then, though, and once we were dried off, we found ourselves hidden beneath the sheets of my bed, our breaths mingling once more for a second time that night.

“Just for tonight,” we kept saying, our voices barely more than whispers. “Might as well make the most of it.

Our night of passion ended with both of us cradled in each other's arms, our bare bodies tangled under the sheets.

The steady rhythm of Nathan's breathing next to me was soothing, lulling me into a peaceful slumber. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment.

It felt as if everything was falling into place, even if it was just for this one night.

But even then, something inside of me knew that it could never be that simple… And it could never just be for this one night.