Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

23. Nathan the Saint

"This is so not what I was expecting to see tonight," He mindlessly mumbled under his breath, eyes wide as he stared at the two perky and perfectly round mounds on her slender torso.

Holy shit they're fucking perfect.

His body immediately started to ache with another fresh wave of lust after such long time spent in her presence, smelling her arousing scent, lips parted with awe as he stared at her mouth-watering body for another moment, absolutely loving the way she looked wearing only those lacy white panties and her combat boots.

"No! Stop it! Don't look at me like that! I don't like it!" She quickly wrapped one arm over her beautiful breasts, her cheeks flushed as she took that pack of wet wipes and chucked it at him in a failed attempt to make him stop.

He easily dodged the flying object with a simple tilt of his head, watching her try to cover herself some more as she wrapped both arms around herself and crossed her knees, purposely avoiding his gaze as he approached her again.

"Just go away! I can handle this on my own!"

"Sure you can," He sarcastically replied with an unimpressed look, hearing that struggle in her breaths and the faster pump of her heart as tiny beads of sweat continued to form on her forehead and chest, indicating that she was only starting to feel worse.

"N-no! S-stop!" Her breath hitched within her throat as soon as his palm made contact with her cheek into a gentle touch, keeping it there for a few seconds as he peered into her beautiful blue eyes.

"You're burning up," He quietly said with worry, peering between her eyes for another second before taking a step back, his mind already set on what he needed to do to help her.

"Wait, what are you doing?!?" She asked, eyes widening as she watched him start unbuttoning his shirt with quick and flawless moves, managing to discard it in mere seconds.

"Calm down, you can barely stand on your own two feet and I need to get you into that shower to cool down. I'm not gonna wet the only clothes I have with me," He easily dismissed her concern, continuing to undress as he went for his belt and pants next, feeling her eyes on him and a certain tension in the air starting to build up as soon as his fingers touched the buckle, that maddening scent of hers only increasing in intensity.

Brow raised, he paused his actions and directed his gaze to her, pleasantly surprised to notice the way his mate's eyes closely followed every single muscle movement from his part.

Oh.

She was actually enjoying the show.

He expressed a side smirk, deliberately slowing down a notch as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, keeping his eyes on her as he pulled down the zipper then took them off, watching her thickly swallow as she sat there, mildly trembling from time to time yet completely silent, her arms still wrapped around herself even though it was painfully obvious that she could barely stand that increased temperature burning up her body from within.

He fastly discarded his shoes and socks, purposely leaving his underwear on as he didn't want to scare her away or possibly create any further complications and approached her again in two strides, looking into her tortured eyes once before lowering himself to help her discard her boots.

However, the moment his hand gently touched her bare calf a shiver wracked throughout her entire body, leaving her breathless and gasping for air again, eyes wide as she peered down at him.

"What the fuck! How are you doing this?" She incredulously spewed out as she watched him unlace and take off her shoes first before taking her socks off too, her gaze following him as he straightened himself back up after finishing that task.