“I’m gonna turn you around, Angel. And when I do, you’re gonna stop running and I’m gonna stop fighting this.” His voice was a soul-stirring rasp against my ear. “Do you get me?” he prodded.
A shiver rolled up my spine. I so got him. I got him so good.
I nodded and without hesitation, he spun me around so my front met his. My breasts were crushed against his chest. His erection pressed into my belly. His thighs were hard against mine. The only separation was the infinitesimal inch between our mouths.
My world was full of Nash. His clean scent, the heat and hardness of his body. The magnetic field of his attention.
“You’re gonna open your mouth for me.”
“Excuse me?” I was going for haughty but it came out breathy.
He dipped his head, drawing me even closer. “And I’m gonna kiss you.”
“You can’t just expect—”
But the man did expect. And damned if I didn’t open my mouth the second his lips hit mine.
Inevitable.
THIRTY-FIVE
PUSHED TOO FAR
Nash
Iwasn’t cold inside. Not now. Maybe not ever again. I was an inferno of anger, frustration, need.
Everything I wanted, she held the key to, and I’d been waiting my entire life to unlock it.
I crushed my mouth to hers. Hot. Wet. Hard. It wasn’t a kiss, it was an act of desperation. Those soft lips that had taunted me for weeks were already parted and I inhaled that sexy little gasp she gave when I backed her against the wall.
I plundered and took. I punished her with my tongue. And when she surrendered to me, I felt power ripple through my veins.
I managed to tear my mouth from hers for a split second. “Am I hurting you?”
“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” she rasped a second before her teeth sank into my lower lip.
My blood simmered. My body roared to life with a need unlike any other. I didn’t know if I could survive this and I didn’t fucking care.
At least this time survival was a choice.
We devoured each other, breathed each other in, then dove beneath the surface again and again.
My hands cruised her hips, her waist before finding their way to the promised land.
The throbbing in my cock turned painful when I filled my palms with her breasts. Soft, inviting flesh. Her nipples pebbled against my rough hands through her top.
Her moan went thready at the contact. The noise, the shudder that rolled through her, the feel of those peaks straining for more drove me out of my mind. It was my hands she wanted on her. No one else’s. There was power there. And gratitude.
Lina tugged hard on my belt buckle. The zing of leather against metal made me desperate for more and reminded me what “more” meant.
“Wait.” I gripped her fingers at my fly.
“What?” she whispered, her breast heaving against my other hand.
“I need this to be good. Need you to feel good.”
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
I shook my head and tried to get the words out. “I haven’t…since. I don’t know if I can… And I really need to make this good for you.”
That lovely face softened in the shadows. Not in pity but in sweetness. She cupped a hand to my cheek. “Hotshot, trust me. You’ve already made it good for me.”
“Angelina, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” She looked at me earnestly. Then winced. “Damn it. You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
“Say what?” I was having trouble focusing with her fingers an inch from my aching dick.
“Oh my God. You already got me off. Okay?” She squeezed her eyes shut as the words came out in a rush. When I didn’t say anything, she opened one of them.
“Baby, I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”
“Not if you were sound asleep. The first time we slept together? When we woke up practically dry humping?”
I held on to her gaze, her words like they were lifelines.
She rolled her eyes. “For Pete’s sake. I got off. Okay? Accidentally. My shirt was all bunched up and you were hard and in the right place. All you did was move your hips one time and…”
“And what?”
“I–I came apart.”
Fuck me.
I didn’t need to hear any more. I shoved my hands under her arms and picked her up. She let out a little trill of nervous laughter when I boosted her onto the counter and then wrapped those long, lean legs around my waist, hooking her ankles at my back.
I yanked the buttons of her blouse open as she finally unzipped my fly.
The world stopped when those strong, slim fingers found my shaft.
“God. I’ve been waiting so long for this,” she said on a moan.
So had I. My entire life.
My jaw clenched and my breath caught in my chest. The rise and fall of her high, full breasts was hypnotizing. I wanted to taste, to suck. I wanted to forget everything that I was and take what she was offering.
Her grip on my dick tightened and a haze began to creep into the edges of my vision. Desire. Craving. Need. It pulsed up my shaft under her hand in a frantic beat. Something clawed at my chest, begging to be released, and I realized it was the breath I’d been holding.
She turned me into something primal, primitive, an animal driven by the need to mate. After so much numbness, this tidal wave of emotion scared the hell out of me. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to dive into it headfirst. But I needed to be careful with her.
She cupped my face with her free hand. “Nash, look at me.” Her eyes were glassy with desire. Her lips were swollen and parted as she panted in short, sharp breaths. “I don’t want the gentle good guy right now. I want what you have inside you.”
God help me. I wanted to give it to her. Wanted to cut myself open and let the pain, the cold bleed out so she could fill me up with fire and put me back together again.
“It’s not pretty,” I warned, nipping at the base of her throat.
She tightened her thighs around my hips. “I’m not worried about breaking you, hotshot. Do me the same favor.”
With that, I dove forward, taking one dusky nipple into my mouth and sliding my hand up her short, plaid skirt.
Jesus. They weren’t tights. They were thigh highs. There was nothing between my fingers and her molten core but a pair of silky underwear. I rewarded us both with a long, hard suck, and her nipple swelled in my mouth.
She let out a whimper that had moisture welling up out of my cock, coating her fingers. I was going to lose it. My first time back in the saddle and I was going to come before we’d even gotten started.
I released her breast and pulled back so I could look at her, drink her in.
She was wearing a plain, white thong. The innocence of it drove me wild. I coasted my fingers over the transparent wet spot in fascination.
“Yes,” Lina hissed, using her heels to pull me closer until the tip of my cock lined up with the wet spot on her panties.
We both shuddered. One layer of white silk was the only barrier between us. Driven by need, I tugged the material of her thong up so those soft, wet lips parted on either side. Then I ran my knuckle between them.
Her legs spasmed around me as her head fell back, knocking into the cabinet.
I did it again and then again as I lowered my head to lap at her other pert nipple.