Figuring the best response was actions and not words, he reached behind him, gripped the neck of his shirt, and tugged it off.
“That’s a bit presumptuous, don’t you think?” The breathy tone of her voice contradicted the admonishment, and he nearly grinned.
“You’re up, princess.” He tugged at the hem of her shirt, lifting it slightly.
That jerked her out of her stupor as she snapped her head from side to side as if they were in the middle of the Square with onlookers all around them instead of in the privacy of her own home without neighbors as far as the eye could see. “Wait…here? Let’s go into my bedroom…”
With exaggerated slowness, he shook his head. Every time he’d been inside her had been while in her bed. And though it was a damn fine bed, it was time they stepped outside their comfort zone…or hers, anyway. “Nope. I can’t wait to get you into your bedroom. I want you right here.”
“But the front door’s wide open! Anyone could—”
“Walk right up and hear how much you love havin’ my cock inside you? Yep.” He dipped his head and grazed his lips against hers. “Maybe this’ll remind you to lock your damn door.”
She jerked away from him, some of the blissed-out haze leaving her eyes as she narrowed them at him. “I’m a grown woman, and I can handle my—”
Without letting her finish, he lifted the shirt from her body, groaning when nothing hid her tight nipples from him. “Hope you weren’t plannin’ to leave the house like this.”
She crossed her arms, but all that did was serve her breasts to him as if on a silver platter. “If I were, there’s nothing you could do about it.”
A laugh rumbled out of him even as he ached to bend down and suck one of those tight buds into his mouth. “Don’t test me, princess. I’d fuck you right in the Square so everyone could see whose you are, and I’d happily go sit in jail for indecent exposure for doin’ so.”
Nash told himself he’d said those words simply in the heat of the moment, and they meant nothing. He didn’t do public…anything. Hell, he didn’t do Havenbrook women, period, let alone Havenbrook’s freakin’ namesake. And he sure as hell didn’t flaunt that shit around. Whenever he’d had an itch, he’d scratched it out of town, always a one-and-done scenario. His goal since he’d been old enough to realize exactly how the people in Havenbrook viewed his father was to show them that the apple fell as far from the tree as possible.
But the thought of Rory traipsing around town like that, with her perfect tits out and available for anyone to feast their eyes on set off a primal scream inside him. A scream that sounded an awful lot likeMine.
Rory’s mouth dropped open. “You’d do no such thing!”
“And you’d never leave the house like this.” He tugged her to him, groaning when his cock pressed against her stomach. Holding her tight with a hand splayed on her back, he nuzzled her neck. “We both know you don’t show anybody this side of you, isn’t that right? Nobody but me.”
“That’s not…” She trailed off, her voice losing steam as her body sagged into him. Her skin pressed flush against his, her tight little nipples brushing across his chest, and he groaned at the contact. Reached down and cupped her ass. Pulled her right off the floor and up against him as he devoured her mouth.
“You drive me fucking crazy, Rory, you know that? I can’t keep my head around you.” The truth was, she made him frenzied in a way he hadn’t been since he’d been a fumbling teenager, angling to lose his V-card in the back of his truck. Rory made everything brand-new again. Amplified every feeling—every touch and throb and ache—until she eclipsed all else.
Without another word, he let go of her and shoved her shorts down her legs until she stood in front of him bare. He didn’t even allow himself a chance to look at her standing there in all her glory before he undid the fly of his shorts. Fuck, even just watching her watch him made him throb in his goddamn boxer briefs, his cock thrum-thrum-thrumming to get inside her.
That was what she did to him. He might be helping her explore things she’d never had a chance to explore before, but he was along for the ride. Sex, he knew. Intimacy? Not so much. In the weeks since they’d started this, Rory was changing that for him.
He had the condom out of his pocket and rolled down his length in ten seconds flat. And then she was in his arms, her legs around his waist and her arms locked around his shoulders. She met his tongue stroke for stroke as he kissed and licked and sucked, her breathy whimpers only stoking the raging fire inside him.
She was no longer the quiet little lamb she’d been that first time. He’d coaxed the noises from her a little more each time he’d been inside her, and he hung on every single sound that came out of her mouth when they were together. Those sounds meant one thing: she was so crazed for him, she couldn’t control herself. That made two of them.
Slipping one hand under her from behind to test her readiness, he groaned when his fingertips slid through her wetness easily. “Seems your pussy loves the idea of being fucked out here where anyone could see.”
“Nash…”
“What? You want me to stop talkin’ like that?”
“I didn’t say that.”
A slow smile spread across his face. That was as much a confirmation that she loved it as he was going to get from her. “You only say my name like that when you’re gonna yell at me or when you want me to fuck you.” He gripped his cock and ran it through her wetness. “Tell me, princess, is this pussy feelin’ needy for me?”
She groaned, her eyes closing as she tossed her head back and gripped his shoulders tighter. Rocked her hipsjust soto try to pull him inside.
“Mhmm, that’s what I thought. Greedy little thing, isn’t she?”
Rory gasped when her ass hit the wall as he pressed her up against it, her eyes flying open to stare into his, then fluttering closed on a moan when he notched into her entrance and drove deep.
No matter how many times he’d been inside her, it still felt like the first. Overwhelming and all-consuming, and he never, ever wanted to leave.
