Nash looked transfixed as I leaned closer, bringing my lips close to the crotch of his pants.His eyes went hooded.“I thought you said youdidn’twant the police here.”
“I’m not doing anything improper,” I said in my most demure voice while I palmed his hard-on, batting my eyes as I looked up at him.
He made a hungry sound in the back of his throat, cupping the side of my face.“This is a fucking dream.”
“It doesn’t have to be a dream later,” I teased, feeling the rush of power and control.Nash was hooked.And I loved the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing he wanted in the entire world.“I can unzip these pants and find out just how hard you get for me.”I increased the pressure of my palm as I spoke.“And then I can drag my tongue from the base to the tip, and then I’ll put your whole head in my mouth, so softly at first—”
Nash groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I continued the pressure of my palm against his cock.“Jesus, Clara.If you aren’t careful…”
I grinned devilishly at him, using my whole hand to stroke him through his pants.He pushed his fingers into my hair at my neckline, making a soft fist.
“If I’m not careful, what?Should I stop feeling your rock-hard cock?Because I can’t right now.”The more I talked, the higher he went; I could see it in his fiery gaze.“It feels way too good.All I can do is think about how it’ll feel when you push it into my dripping wet pussy—”
Nash made a choking sound, his hips bucking.He grabbed my hand, stilling it against his erection.His body spasmed and then he locked eyes with me.
That’s when I knew.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“Clara.”
“I was just having fun—”
He rubbed his face, a disbelieving laugh escaping him.“Fuck, that was hot.I didn’t think I’d come in my pants, though.”
Nash sat next to me.Then he looked over at me and burst into laughter.
“You’re the first man I’ve made come in his pants,” I informed him.
He squeezed my leg, leaning over to snag a kiss.“You look too fucking sexy in this dress.And with you looking up at me like you did…fuck, Clara.I could come in my pants again just thinking about it.”
I rolled my lips inward, trying not to squeal.Did I have that much power over this man?It had to be the sultry combination of the garden, the wine we’d drunk, the beautiful clothes…
“Maybe we should head back to the plant sale before that happens,” I suggested.“We haven’t had dessert, after all.They had that mousse that looked really good.”
“Mmm.I was envisioning a different dessert.”
I tapped my chin, looking toward the plant sale.“Well, I think they had a cheesecake, and maybe some sort of tart—”
“I want something warm.Wet.And salty-sweet.”Nash watched me with a look so magnetizing I couldn’t look away if my life depended on it.“Got any ideas?”
It took a bit too long for his meaning to sink in.Only when he slid a hand underneath the linen of my dress, scorching a path up along the side of my thigh, did I understand.
“Oh,” I breathed, tipping my head so he could brush his lips along my cheek.“I might know where to find something like that.”
“Artisanal.Organic.Homemade.”His smile grew with each additional word until I burst out laughing.
“You’re in luck.I do know where to find that dessert.”My heart was pounding now.“My friend Scarlett has some, I think.”
Nash’s eyes darkened, and he moved his mouth to my earlobe.“If you’re going by Scarlett tonight, does that mean we can leave immediately?”
I wished I could snap a picture of the smile he gave me before he caught my lips in a kiss.It was bliss.Desire.Freedom.Everything good about this arrangement that I’d never counted on.But that smile also spelled trouble.
Because there was nothing fake about this relationship for me.Not anymore.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CLARA
