“Ah, shit. There it is.” He dropped his head to her shoulder, panting through the first few moments inside her that always had him desperate to blow. “Fuck, you squeeze my cock so good.”
He dug his fingers into her thick hips and pinned her to the wall, making sure there was near-constant friction on her clit as he pumped into her with slow, deep thrusts.
She held him tightly, her arms wrapped around his head, her fingers locked in his hair, keeping his face buried in her neck. The move brought her lips right next to his ear, which meant he could hear every pant, every sigh, every moan that slipped from her mouth. Could also hear when she started to whisper his name over and over as her arms tightened even harder around his head and her legs clamped around his waist.
“Tell me what you need, Rory, and I’ll get you there.”
“I don’t know if—” She whimpered and he pulled back to see her eyes screwed closed tightly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
He wasn’t sure if she meant she couldn’t ask for it, or if she was uncertain if she could come like this. If it was the latter, he’d fuck her against the wall until his legs gave out, and then he’d go some more after he collapsed on the floor if that was what he needed to do.
As for the former, well… One of these days, he was going to make her ask for everything she wanted before he touched her. But today—when he was buried inside her, working both of them toward orgasm—wasn’t the day.
He alternated his thrusts—deep, shallow, shallow, deep—as he bent to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking on the tight bud until her movements became sporadic. Slipping one hand between them to rub her clit, he pressed his other hand against her lower back, bringing them as close together as possible. He rubbed her in tight, fast circles, just how she liked, as he maintained his rhythm. Desperate to hold off his own release as long as she needed. He’d mentally walk himself through every aisle of the entire fucking hardware store if necessary.
When she locked up around him, everything clenching tight and her breath held in anticipation, he gritted his teeth, pressed harder against her clit, and waited for her to fall.
“Nash.” She came on a sobbed exhale, her body going limp even as her pussy squeezed him for dear life, pulling the orgasm straight from his bones.
He thrust all the way inside her, settling deep and clutching her to him, his face buried in her neck as he came. “Shit, Rory.Fuck.”
It felt too damn good to stop moving, so he didn’t. He rocked into her with slow thrusts. He’d never once been with a woman without a condom, but he wanted that with Rory. Wanted to feel her bare, wanted to stay inside her until he got hard once more and fucked her all over again.
“I can’t believe you took me against a wall,” she said next to his ear, her fingers running through his hair.
He lifted his head to look at her and raised an eyebrow. “‘Took you’?”
She pinched his side, hard enough for him to jerk away. “You know what I mean.”
Smiling, he palmed her ass and squeezed. “I didn’t take you anywhere, princess. I fucked you against this wall. And you loved every second of it.”
The look on her face said he wasn’t wrong, and it gave him a jolt of satisfaction that he was the only one she’d ever shared this part of herself with.
He had no idea what this thing between them was. And with the timeline ticking away on buying out his old man, his efforts should be focused elsewhere. Trouble was, he couldn’t walk away. Not now. Not yet.
Whatever this was for her—exploratory sex with a guy young enough to fulfill all her desires, he guessed—he was going to take it without complaint. He was getting fucked on the regular by his long-time fantasy, and he was loving every second of it. Never mind that his heart was starting to enter into the equation.
He ignored the part of him that whispered he was getting in too deep, too fast. He was going to ride out this thing with Rory as far as it took him. He’d worry about the fallout later.
Rory could hardly remember why she’d been nervous about maintaining a working relationship with Nash while they were sleeping together. Turned out, working with him was as easy as breathing. Sure, they argued and it was a constant battle of wills between them, but she even enjoyed that part. He challenged her in a way no one else had ever even dared.
“Rory?”
She tore her gaze from the tile samples spread out in front of her and glanced over her shoulder. Nash stood in the doorway, his tool belt slung low on his hips and a stack of wood braced over his right shoulder. The way he had to secure it with both hands allowed a sliver of skin to peek out between the hem of his T-shirt and the waistband of his jeans. Not enough for her to really see anything good, but enough for her to remember.
Her stomach flipped when she realized that she knew what his skin looked like beneath the material and had mapped every dip and valley of his muscles with questing hands. Knew what it felt like to have all that weight pressing down on her while he kissed her and whispered to her and thrust inside her. She could barely restrain a shudder from racking her body.
“Hey, you still with me?”
She snapped her eyes up to his, her cheeks flushing at the single raised eyebrow he greeted her with. Yep, he’d definitely caught her staring, and she had no doubt that every bit of her completely inappropriate thoughts was written all over her face. Thank heavens she had the wits enough not to say them aloud while they were in a client’s home. That was a line she wouldn’t allow herself to cross. She had to havesomedignity.
Swallowing hard, she met his gaze, hoping her need wasn’t broadcast through her eyes. “What can I do for you?”
He stared at her for a beat too long, and she felt the heat of his gaze straight between her legs. How could a single look have her longing for so much more?
Finally, he patted the wood he held over his shoulder. “Just wanted to verify Miss Sally decided to put these in the master before I haul ’em all back there.”
Sally Ward, their fourth client, had been back and forth on which wall she’d wanted covered in the gorgeous reclaimed wood, but Rory had eventually convinced her that the master bedroom was the way to go. Never mind that it was exactly what she’d told her at their original consultation.
