“Not as gorgeous as you.”
His words speared through me and I met his gaze. “I need something.”
“Anything. Whatever you need.”
“I need you to kiss me.”
He groaned. “Georgie…”
“My lip is almost healed.”
“I couldn’t stand it if I hurt you.”
My hands clenched on his shirt, twisting in the fabric. “You’ll hurt me if you don’t kiss me. I need you to make me feel, show me this is real and not some dream that I’m going to wake up from and?—”
His hand slid into my hair, tilting my face up.
My heart tripped, then raced. “Nash…”
His mouth closed over mine. He wasn’t rough, and I knew he was still being careful. I felt the sensation of his beard against my cheeks, his tongue tangled with mine, and I moaned at the taste of him.
With a low sound, he kissed me deeper and hauled me closer. I was plastered against him, my hands gripping his firm arms. Ifelt the length of his cock, trapped behind denim, pressing into my stomach.
Yes. This. The feel of him, the taste of him, made me forget everything. I slid my hand under his shirt, finding the smooth, warm skin of his back. My fingers brushed over a lump, which had to be a nasty scar, but I didn’t let that derail my exploration.
Then he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine. We were both breathing heavily.
“That’s enough for now.” His voice was low, gritty.
I let out a sigh.
His fingers, and the calluses on them, brushed my jaw, making me look up.
“I thought the best kiss I’d ever had was under that tree in your parents’ yard. This one was even better.”
I swallowed. “You remembered that kiss?”
“Never forgot it. Thought about you a lot, when I was in some…not nice places.” He stroked my cheekbone, then stepped back. “It must be time for you?—”
“If you say to eat, I’m going to scream. You just fed me a candy bar. I’m going to pop from all the food.”
He smiled and didn’t look very sorry. “I’ll make you a smoothie.”
I sighed. “That’s food, Nash.”
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
CHAPTER 19
NASH
Igently sifted my hands through Georgie’s hair.
She was asleep on the couch, her head in my lap. We’d decided to watch an old favorite tonight and put on Predator. It had been Elliot’s favorite movie. Somewhere between watching Arnie cover himself in mud and build booby traps to take down the alien predator, she’d conked out.
Her bruises were slowly getting better. They weren’t quite as dark and there was some yellow now. I stroked her hair, marveling at the pale color.
I was enjoying taking care of her, but I knew as she got stronger, she’d want to know when we could take down Snyder.
