Chapter 328
Nathaniel's fingers dug into Harrison's chin with bruising force, making her wince.
"That hurts," she protested, her delicate features twisting in discomfort.
A sardonic smile played on his lips. "I never knew you were this captivating."
He'd witnessed countless men fall under her spell—Lucas Harrington being the most distinguished among them. Even a married woman couldn't deter their advances.
Seizing her chance, Harrison snatched her phone back. "No matter how captivating I am, I could never win your heart."
She turned to walk away.
Before she could take a step, his muscular arm banded around her waist, yanking her flush against his chest.
Their bodies molded together, the thin fabric of their clothes doing little to mask the heat between them.
Harrison squirmed. "Let go or I'll scream!"
"Harrison... have we met before?"
She froze.
Nathaniel produced the photograph—the one showing her standing before a shop window displaying his framed picture.
Her eyes widened in shock. How had he gotten hold of this?
His intense gaze never left her face as he repeated, "Harrison, did we know each other before?"
Her mind reeled. This wasn't part of the plan. That photo was never supposed to surface.
Did he truly not remember their time in the cave? Should she remind him?
But he belonged to Isabella now—he loved Isabella.
Harrison pressed against his broad chest, her lithe body twisting in his grasp. "Does it even matter?"
Her serpentine movements sent electric currents through Nathaniel's long-dormant body. His breathing grew ragged as his large hand splayed across her lower back.
His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Harrison... how long have you wanted me?"
The question stunned her. Would he use this confession against her later?
He had no right!
Rising on her toes, Harrison sank her teeth into the corner of his mouth.
Nathaniel hissed as copper flooded his tongue. Swallowing the pain, his voice turned velvety. "Not here. We might get caught."
That tone—gentle, indulgent, dripping with desire—was one she hadn't heard in years. Harrison released him and stepped back.
His smoldering gaze tracked her every move. "When did you become so bold?"
A defiant glint entered her eyes. "I've always been bold. I just tempered it when I was taking care of you."
Her expression held layers of unspoken emotions—resentment mingling with playful challenge.
Without warning, Nathaniel captured her lips.
Harrison's world tilted. This was their first kiss since the divorce.
She struggled, but his hand cradled the back of her head, holding her captive. His commanding presence overwhelmed her as he coaxed her lips apart, initiating a slow, intoxicating dance.
Though they'd both eaten fondue earlier, Nathaniel had barely touched his food. His taste remained pristine—that aristocratic purity untouched by worldly corruption.