“That’s a rude thing to say.”
“Truth, though.”
She couldn’t deny it, so she didn’t respond. Somewhere along the way in the dozens of times they’d slept together, she’d gotten comfortable in her skin. And she’d always felt that comfort around him. From the beginning, she’d been herself, completely. He’d welcomed all the broken, bruised, cracked, messed-up pieces of her. And he loved her in spite of them. Loved herbecauseof them.
He slid his hands under her shirt and lifted it off her body, tossing it to the side. With his lips against the swell of her breast, he asked, “Remember the first time I fucked those moans out of you?”
“Nash…” His name came out in a sigh as she tipped her head back, offering herself to him completely.
He undid the fly of her jeans and pushed them down her legs, kneeling in front of her, his face level with her panties. “Now you’re groanin’ with every thrust of my cock inside you.”
She rested her hands on his shoulders and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe this time I should keep my lips sealed, just to prove a point.”
He smiled and brought his finger to the center of her body, brushing it ever so lightly down her crease. She bit her lip to stifle the moan that wanted desperately to break free.
“That sounds like a challenge to me, princess.” He looked up at her, his head tipped to the side. “I think you remember what happened the last time you issued me a challenge.”
Yep, her entire life spun off its axis. She’d wanted to learn more about herself, to figure out who she was and what she wanted. She’d done all that and more. She’d figured out how to be unapologetically her, figured out how to go after what she wanted in spite of what anyone else thought.
And somewhere along the way, she’d fallen in love with an amazing man she never saw coming.
“I don’t care what you do as long as you do it inside me.”
“Rory,” he said with feigned shock. “You kiss your momma with that mouth?”
“Stop teasin’,” she nearly whined, her fingers pulling at his T-shirt in an effort to get it off. “It’s been too long.”
Thirty-one days, but who was counting? Oh, right, she was. Sex before Nash had been a chore, something she’d put on her calendar and participated in because she’d felt like she had to. Now, though…being with him was something she craved.
“Too long since what?” he asked, sliding her panties down. “Since I’ve licked your pussy?” He lifted her leg over his shoulder, palming her ass and tugging her closer until he could swipe his tongue through her center.
“Yes,” she moaned, tipping her head back as she closed her eyes. She threaded her fingers through his hair, whether in an effort to hold him to her or just to hold herself up, she didn’t know.
He pulled back, blowing a gentle breath against where she ached for him. “Too long since I’ve had my fingers in you?” He brushed his thumb over her clit, then slid two fingers inside her and pumped in a slow, maddening rhythm.
“Nash,” she panted, her orgasm already breathing down her neck. “Nash…” It seemed to be the only word she could produce. The only thought her mind could conjure up.Nash, Nash, Nash.
She needed him. Needed to be with him, skin touching skin, as close as they could get. Needed the safety and comfort of his arms encircling her, his sweet, dirty words in her ear as they came apart.
No sooner had she thought it than he was standing, scooping her up in his arms and spreading her out on the bed before him. With eyes locked on hers, he rid himself of his clothes in quick, efficient movements and saw to their protection. When his cock was sheathed, he swiped it through her, rubbing the head in slow, maddening circles around her clit.
“Your pussy’s dripping for me, princess.”
Her body still flushed when he spoke like that, but she didn’t hide. Didn’t cover her face in hope that she could disappear into the blankets. Instead, she locked her eyes with him, the subtle dip of her chin enough of an answer to make him groan.
“I’ve missed you. Missed these tits.” He sucked one of her nipples hard and deep, releasing it with a pop. “And this ass.” Digging his fingers in, he lifted her straight off the bed and closer to his straining erection. “But most of all, I’ve missed sinking inside this pussy. Missed how she milks my cock when I’m so good to her.” With every word, he sank into her, rocking in slow, shallow thrusts until she opened enough to let him plunge deep, his hips finally resting against hers.
Sharp, jagged breaths were ripped from her lungs, and she clung to him, her hands in his hair and his groan reverberating against her neck. He already had her so keyed up, she was looking over the edge into oblivion, just waiting to fall.
“You gonna give me that, Rory? Gonna come all over me and remind my cock exactly where it belongs?”
A startled gasp escaped her, her body thrumming at his words, his thrusts, his…everything. When he ground down hard on her clit, she tightened her thighs around his hips and shattered. “Nash. I love you, love you, love you.”
He groaned, holding her head between his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. Their eyes were locked, lips parted and pressed against each other, as if he were trying to inhale her words. Pull them right into his body so they’d never leave. With a final thrust, he sank deep, his release pulsing inside her and her name on his lips.
She held him for long moments, his body heavy on hers, as she trailed her fingers up and down his back.
“Just wanna stay inside you all night long,” he mumbled into her neck. “Sleep with your pussy wrapped all tight and hot around me and then fuck you again when you start rockin’ those hips on me like you are.”
