I swallow hard at the heat filling his gaze, so loud, he has to hear it.
“Byrdie?” he asks, voice husky, all while continuing to stare at my mouth as if imagining how my lips might feel under his. “Do you want to talk?”
Right. I’d forgotten there was a question I was supposed to answer.
“No.”
He dips his head, his touch light. When I shuffle closer to him, our bodies pressing together, he lets out a deeper groan and crushes me against him.
He breaks the kiss almost immediately. “Too fast?”
I yank him right back, and his lips slash up in a wicked smile. “Stop stopping and kiss me.”
His eyes sparkle with amusement at my commanding tone. His head descends, and pleasure bursts in my mind as his handslips under my shirt to caress my right breast. I’m not wearing a bra, so there’s nothing between his firm, warm hand and my aching breast.
He takes his time with it. Cupping and massaging. Giving my nipple an almost too-tight squeeze, then pushing my shirt up. I start to make a sound of complaint and moan instead when his mouth settles over my breast.
I writhe and whimper, rocking against the thigh he inserts between my legs. Just when I can’t take anymore, he releases my nipple with a soft plop and moves to my left to drive me crazy all over again.
I never knew it could feel so good to have someone play with my nipples. Nash draws each second out, makes soft, hungry sounds of pleasure between licks and sucks.
An urgent ache builds inside me. Grinding my pussy against his thigh isn’t enough. I need more.
“Nash,” I whimper.
He starts kissing a path down my body.
I yank his hair to bring him up again.
The corners of his eyes crease in concern. “You don’t want me to?—”
“I need you inside me,” I plead, nearly begging.
It’s his turn to swallow.Hard.
“I need to get you ready for me,” he says, voice husky.
I take his hand and slip it under the waistband of my PJs so he knows exactly how ready I am for him.
His nostrils flare, and I whimper as his fingers dip into my damp panties and along my pussy.
“Shit, you’re wet,” he says, breathing hard.
“Yeah,” I say. “Can we…”
“On it.” He pulls his hand out from inside my panties. Two seconds later, he’s wrestling his shirt and pants off, though heeases my PJs and my damp panties off with more care than he took with his clothes.
Naked, he drapes hot, lean-muscled skin over my overheated body. His breath hisses out at that first moment of skin-to-skin contact.
“You like me playing with your breasts,” he says softly.
Cheeks burning, I nod. “I didn’t know I would.”
A tiny smile tilts up one corner of his mouth, and he kisses me.
I’m kissing him back when he rolls us. I gasp and clutch his shoulders when he doesn’t stop until I’m on top.
“Straddle me,” he says so huskily that my pussy tightens in response.
