“Always?”
He smiled. “For now.”
“Okay, confession time. I’ve never been on top.” Her sex life had been of the average variety. Below average if what they’d done so far was an example of what Nash offered.
“Do what feels good,” he instructed, his hands gripping her hips. “Rock back and forth or move up and down. It’ll all feel good for me so do what works for you.”
“What if I want you on top?”
“We can do that after you come again.”
“Again?” Shit. She wasn’t sure she’d survive another orgasm like the one he’d just given her.
“Yep. At least two more before I fill you up.”
Her belly clenched.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Do that again.”
She clamped and released her internal muscles several times while keeping the rest of her body still. Those movements alone pushed her closer to the second release he demanded. And when he shifted a hand from her hip to her sex, his fingers finding her clit and circling with increasing pressure and speed she couldn’t stop her body from rocking against him. Couldn’t stop instinct from taking over.
In no time she was rising up and plunging down and driving them both toward the peak.
He didn’t get his wish. As she crested and flew over the edge of her second orgasm her body clamped down on his cock and took him with her.
8
“Laura.” Nash lost himself inside her with a shout.
He’d known they’d be explosive together and except for his initial blunder of taking her too quickly they’d found a rhythm that set them ablaze and kept that fire stoked.
At this rate they wouldn’t need either of the heating options the Inn had. They’d be dead from heat stroke if they kept this up and he had to believe they would—keep it up. His dick had been up for hours now. No matter how many times he lost himself inside her, the damn thing was never satisfied.
Every time they came together they were combustible. And they’d come together a lot over the last few days.
She’d said it hadn’t been like this for her before and he was right there with her.
He’d had his share of women, especially in his early twenties, but nothing and no one compared to Laura. And he knew it wasn’t just their physical compatibility. He loved her. Had for a while.
He wanted to say it, tell her how he felt, and it took everything he had to hold the words back, but he knew he had to. She’d had a mini freakout about moving in together, telling her he loved her would probably send her running out into the storm that still raged outside.
Day three and there was no sign of the blizzard blowing itself out yet. Not that he was complaining. He’d loved every second of this time with Laura. They’d talked about anything and everything since they’d been trapped inside. They weren’t only physically compatible. They liked the same foods, movies, book, they even enjoyed the same outdoor activities. He couldn’t wait for summer when they could hike through the surrounding mountains together.
The storm might have forced their confinement. Held them captive when before yesterday she’d avoided him as much as possible.
Yeah, like the skinny dipping stupidity, telling her he loved her would be a bad move.
“Can’t. Breathe,” she huffed beneath him.
“Shit.” He lifted onto his forearms, cursing himself for getting lost in head—and his heart. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I think it was that last orgasm that sucked my lungs dry.” The smile on her face was full of satisfaction.
Rolling to the side, he took her with him, his softened cock slipping from between her legs made them both groan, and he tried to think of something to distract himself from fucking her again. “We should eat something.”
“Hmm…”
They’d been in bed for hours. And hours. Since waking the morning after finding her in the storm, he’d lost count of the number of times he’d made her come. He was pretty sure she would kill him eventually. Or the need for her would kill him.
