“Because it’s fun to rile you up. So, what do you say, princess? Wanna test my theory?”
Rory snapped her gaze up to his, then breathed out an incredulous laugh. “You can’t be serious.”
Oh, he was serious, all right. The state of his cock was a five-alarm fire. But the truth was, he’d be happy if his dick never even touched the air in Rory’s place, so long as she let him love all over her pussy with his fingers and his mouth. So long as she sat back and relaxed long enough to come from his efforts.
He reached over, plucked her hand from her lap and placed it in his, directly over his aching cock. “Does this feel like I’m jokin’?”
Rory’s lips parted, her eyes glazing over as she gave his dick a tentative squeeze. She dropped her gaze, connecting it with the hard ridge behind his fly. Then she licked her lips and squeezed his cock again.
Nash groaned, pressing his forehead to her temple. So close but not nearly close enough. “Yes or no, princess? You gonna let me test my theory or what?”
Rory didn’t knowwhat to do with herself. She was thirty-three years old, and she didn’t have enough experience to even begin to know what to do. She knew what she wassupposedto do by other people’s standards—“good girls” didn’t sleep around, and they certainly didn’t do so with their youngest sister’s best friend.
But heaven help her, she wanted this—wantedhim—even though it didn’t make sense. Even though in the morning she’d probably be horrified. Even though it went against what had been beaten into her head for more than half her life. And even though she could never,evertell her sisters about it, least of all Nat.
Even with all those red flags flapping in the breeze, Rory didn’t care. She ignored her better judgment—because, really, that judgment had had her marrying a man she wasn’t even sure she’d ever loved and staying with him until he’d ended it for them both. It had her pleasing other people at the expense of herself. Maybe it was time she tried doing something because she wanted to instead of because she should.
“You’re killin’ me,” he said, bringing her attention back to him and how she still had her fingers curled around his very hard, very thick, very long erection.
She nearly jerked her hand back out of reflex, but she kept it there. Gave another squeeze, swallowing a moan when the beast hiding behind his zipper jerked in response. “What, um…” She cleared her throat. “What exactly are you gonna do to try to prove your theory?”
He was so close, his harsh breaths panting against her ear reminding her whatever this was between them, he felt it too. He breathed out a laugh. “Never took you for someone who liked dirty talk.”
“That’s not—”
He covered her hand with his, pressing it harder against his length. “Yes or no, princess? Much as I love your hands on me, I’m dyin’ to get mine on you.”
Heaven help her, but shelovedthe sound of that. She swallowed back her apprehension, swallowed back the ingrained response that had been burned into her brain for so long. And she leaped. “I can’t promise anything, but you can try.”
Nash pulled back, his eyes so full of lust, she nearly melted into a puddle of goo on her couch. “Oh, I’m gonna try, all right. All night long, if that’s what it takes.”
All night? Oh myword, she didn’t know if she’d be able to handle Nash for an hour, let alone all night. Was that what twenty-five-year-olds did now? Had marathon sex that lasted hours upon hours? It’d been so long since she’d done this, what if she screwed it up? What if he wanted some kind of fancy new thing she’d never even heard of? He’d be sorely disappointed if he tried to contort her into some kind of convoluted Kama Sutra position. She did her yoga three times a week, but she wasn’t twenty anymore.
Oh shit, what if he took one look at the stretch marks on her stomach and hips, or those extra fifteen pounds that’d settled around her ass and thighs after having the girls, and ran in the other direction?
“Time to get you outta your head, princess.” He breathed the words against her ear, and then he pressed his lips to her neck and laved openmouthed kisses along the length of it.
It…worked. The whimper escaped her before she even knew it was coming, and she melted back into the couch, tilting her head to the side to make room for his questing mouth. Her nipples were hard points against her shirt, and the throbbing between her legs was incessant. A steady, relentless thrum that did not want to be ignored.
She jumped when Nash’s hand settled on her side, his thumb brushing softly against the exposed skin between her T-shirt and leggings. Instead of shoving it under her shirt and going straight for her breasts like she thought he would, he left his hand there. Ran his thumb back and forth, back and forth, until she was a tight ball of need, squirming against him.
He squeezed her hip and groaned into her neck. “You feel even better than I’d imagined, and I’ve barely touched you.”
“You’ve…imagined?” She certainly wasn’t going to fess up to how many times Nash’s face had appeared in her nightly visions while she had some solo fun between her sheets. But, well, ifhewanted to divulge that information, she wasn’t going to stop him.
He breathed out a choked laugh. “So muchimaginin’,I think I’ve built up a new callus on my palm.”
The laugh that bubbled out of her was caught in the air between them as he captured her lips with his, sweeping his tongue into her mouth without hesitation. She threw her arms around him, pulling him closer, so desperate to feel his weight pressing down on her.
Somehow, in the blink of an eye, she was horizontal on the couch with Nash hovering over her, settled in the cradle of her spread thighs. He continued kissing her, rolling his hips and pressing his thick length against her clit in a rhythm that was clearly made to drive her mad.
Without thought, she reached down and gripped his ass, pulling him more forcefully into her. Her body was a live wire, one big bundle of desperation, and her mind raced with thoughts of what it’d be like to feel him pushing inside her. Filling her…stretching her… Making her wild with need.
“Shit, Rory.” He pressed down hard and ground against her, making the ache inside bloom fresh with longing. “Can you come like this?”
The words jolted her out of her lust-induced trance, and she tensed beneath him.
“That wasn’t me pushin’, princess.” He lifted up on his arms and hovered over her, running a single finger from her temple to her chin. “Just plain old curiosity.”
