“Still attached.”
Landon had checked him over when we’d returned to the Avernus. He’d given Nash the all clear, but told me to keep an eye on him. It was going to take me a long time to get the image of Snyder hitting Nash with a tire iron out of my head.
Snyder. I let the thought of him float away. He had no power over my life anymore.
Nash cocked his head. “You okay?”
I smiled “I am. I really am.”
“It’s been a hell of a night. I want you to lie down and rest.” He was still holding the ice pack like he was trying to find a spot on my body that needed it.
I fought back a smile. My big, protective assassin. I closed the distance between us and pressed my hands to his chest.
Things shifted inside me, a growing need that had everything to do with him. Everything to do with love and desire. I pressed my lips to his chest and nipped.
“Georgie…”
I ran my mouth up his neck. God, I loved the taste of him. I went up on my toes and pressed my mouth to his.
With a groan, he gripped my jaw and kissed me back.
“The last thing I want to do is rest,” I whispered.
His hands clamped on my hips. “Like I said, it was a hell of a night. You were abducted, you fought with Snyder, you killed him. It’s a lot to take in.”
“No. Tonight, Snyder no longer exists.” I nipped his jaw. “What exists is us.”
I kissed him again, before I slowly lowered to my knees in front of him.
“Georgie…” His voice deepened.
“I want you. I want you in my mouth.” I rubbed my cheek against the hard bulge in his pants.
He made a low sound, his fingers sliding into my hair. “Then suck me, sweetheart. I need you to suck my cock, Georgie.”
I pushed the waistband of his pants down and freed his cock. I licked my lips and circled his girth with my hand. Leaning forward, I took him in my mouth.
He groaned my name. I pressed my other hand to his strong thigh, sucking him deep. Right now, I didn’t have it in me to take my time or tease him. I dragged my mouth up, swirled my tongue around the head, then lowered my head again.
“Christ, Georgie, your mouth…” His hips rocked forward.
I looked up, our gazes meshing. I sucked him harder, so my cheeks hollowed.
With a growl, he slid his hands under my armpits and hauled me up. Then he carried me across the bathroom in two long strides. My bare butt hit the cool marble of the vanity, and Nash shoved my legs wide. His hands clamped over my breasts, squeezing, thumbs flicking over my nipples.
I arched into him. I could no longer think. I was pure sensation.
“I need you inside me,” I panted.
He made a low sound, and pushed my thighs wider with his hips. “Watch.”
One of his hands circled his hard cock, and heat licked my insides. I couldn’t look away as he lined up the thick head between my legs. Then he shoved forward.
I cried out. I was filled with Nash.
Filled with everything I needed.
With him, I wasn’t alone. With him, I was loved.
