He was saying all the right things and it was scaring the shit out of me. “I travel a lot for work,” I reminded him.
“And I might spend Christmas morning on the scene of an accident. Baby, give us a chance to deal with it. At least agree to this for the time being. We can revisit it after I’ve got Hugo in a cage.”
He really wanted this. And I was downright shocked to realize I did too. I was definitely getting this town’s water tested.
“There’s one more thing,” I said.
“Name it.”
“I need to know what you, Knox, Nolan, and Lucian have been up to since our talk with Grim.”
He didn’t hesitate. “We’ve been hashin’ out a plan to flush out Hugo.”
I sat up. “What kind of plan?”
“The kind of plan that uses me as bait.”
“What?”
I was up on my knees, ready to do battle, when Nash struck, tackling me back to the mattress. His hands held my shoulders down. His hips pinned mine to the bed. And his erection notched into the exact right place. Like a key fitting into a lock.
We both went still.
My mind may have been in fight mode, but my body was ready for orgasm number six.
He grinned down at me. “Know this makes me sound like an asshole, but I don’t mind you worryin’ about me.”
I tried to heave him off me, but my flailing only succeeded in inserting the first two teasing inches of his cock inside me. I stopped fighting and tried to focus on the problem at hand and not how much I wanted the rest of his inches.
“Nash! You were worried about me doing surveillance but you expect me to be fine with you acting as bait to a man who tried to kill you?”
“I’d be disappointed if you were fine with it. And I’d like to point out, you got yourself abducted while doing surveillance.”
I bared my teeth at him. “If you think I won’t fight with you while your dick is in me, you’re about to be sorely mistaken.”
“Let’s try something new,” he suggested. “Instead of fightin’ and stormin’ off and pretendin’ we both don’t exist, let’s hash it out right now.”
My thighs were starting to shake from their grip on his hips. At this point, I didn’t know if I was trying to keep him from sliding further in or preventing him from pulling out. “Fine. Talk.”
“If Hugo is feeding intel to the FBI to help build their case against his father, there’s a damn good chance they’re gonna feel pretty friendly toward him. Maybe friendly enough to offer up immunity. But I’m a loose end to him no matter what. So are Naomi and Waylay. Right now, he’s just waiting for the feds to make their move. But sooner or later, he’s gonna have to snip those loose ends.”
“And you want him to try sooner?”
“That’s right. And I want him focused on me.”
“You think if he makes another attempt on you, his deal—if he has one—will fall through.”
“That’s the idea.”
I swear I was listening, but my body was multitasking. I was getting wetter by the second and my inner walls kept rippling around the tip of his penis.
Nash’s eyes closed and he groaned low. “Angel, if you wanna keep talking, you’re gonna have to stop beggin’ for more.”
To be petty, I contracted the muscles of my sex as hard as I could. “How are you going to force his hand?”
He gritted his teeth. “Shit, sweetheart. I’d tell you anything just to feel you grip my cock like that.”
“Then tell me,” I demanded.
“I’m gonna get my memory back.”
I went still under him, understanding and appreciation dawning. “You’re going to fake it.”
“That’s the plan,” he said, nuzzling my breast. “We done talking?”
I slid my hands down his back and sunk my nails into that perfect ass of his. “Not yet. Spill the details.”
His eyes were half-shut, his stubbled jaw clenched. “We’re gonna spread the word that my memory is back and that we’ve got a lead on the suspect’s whereabouts.”
My pulse quickened. He was bearing down against my thighs. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. Especially since I didn’t want to.
“What precautions are you taking?”
“Angelina, I came inside you three times last night. So zero.”
I pinched his ass. “I meant what are you doing to make sure Duncan Hugo doesn’t get a second shot at you?”
He was starting to sweat. And there was a heat blazing in those denim-blue eyes. “Still workin’ on that.”
“I want in.”
“What?” he gritted out.
My thighs quivered and he sank another inch into me.
I was on fire. My vision was starting to blur. I wanted all of him. Needed all of him. But I needed this first. “I want to be in the loop.”
“Do you want in the loop because you want to find that damn car or because you’re worried about me?”
“Both,” I admitted.
“Good enough for me. I’ll keep you in the loop. Deal?” he said.
“Deal,” I repeated and let my knees fall open to the sides.
He sank the rest of the way into me, filling me with a long, low groan.
I was deliciously sore from last night. But that didn’t stop it from feeling so damn good.
“When are you going to let me be on top?” I demanded as he pulled almost all the way out and then surged back in.
“When I know for sure watching your perfect tits bounce in front of my face won’t make me go off before I get you off. I’m out of practice.”
There was nothing out of practice about the way he drove that cock into me.
“Practice makes perfect,” I said, shoving him onto his side.
He rolled, taking me along for the ride until I was straddling him, impaled on him, my knees in the sheets, my hands on his shoulders.
His gaze locked on my breasts. His erection pulsed once inside me and his fingers dug into my hips. “Yeah. Not gonna last like this. Unless you take it real slow.”
I leaned down, brushing my nipples against that glorious chest hair. “That’s not gonna happen.” I nipped at his lower lip and started to ride.
“Jesus. Fuck. Damn it,” he cursed, bucking under me.
But even with me on top, he still managed to wrestle back control. His hands gripped my hips as he set a new pace. He pistoned his hips up and yanked me down to meet his thrusts. Hard. Fast. My heart was in my throat, every muscle in my body poised for the orgasm that was building.
I grabbed the headboard and held on for dear life as Nash bucked into me, hitting that secret spot with brutal accuracy over and over again. The flutters started, my inner muscles curling in on themselves, dragging over that thick, hot shaft.
“So fucking tight,” he muttered against my breast. “Have to fight my way in every damn time.”
“Nash.” It was a broken whimper as my walls clamped down on him as he thrust home.
“Give it up, baby. Give it to me.” The cords on his neck stood out. His jaw was locked, nostrils flaring as he fought his way through my orgasm.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. I couldn’t do anything but feel.