It was nearing two in the morning by the time Asher and Nat got home, and even though, thanks to Gran and Caroline, they weren’t going to have an early morning wake-up call courtesy of the kids, they still had to pick them up at a reasonable time. Which meant they needed to call it a night.
The only trouble with that was, he couldn’t get Nat’s words out of his mind. Had she seriously spent the past eight years under the assumption that he was bad in bed? Normally, he wouldn’t be bothered by something like that, certainly not enough to feel the unrelenting need to redeem himself like an actual thrum in his veins. But that most definitely wasn’t the case tonight.
He leaned against the doorjamb of their bedroom, his eyes feasting on Nat as she lay spread out on the bed. She always overheated when she drank, which would explain why she was currently lying on her stomach, sprawled on top of the covers with her head resting on her folded arms. Her legs were stretched out toward him, her ass on full display in her pink lace thong. She’d never been one for modesty—something their frequent bouts of skinny-dipping would attest to—but it was different now.
His cock grew thick as he recalled the kiss they’d shared right there in that bed. The look on her face when she’d walked in on him in the middle of making himself come to thoughts of her. Not to mention, all the affection they’d laid on thick at the reception in the Havens’ backyard… He’d been balancing on a tightrope all day, wondering if he’d fall off or make it across to the other side. The only trouble was, he wasn’t sure which was the ideal outcome.
“I wanna talk to you about something,” he said finally, breaking the silence.
“I was wonderin’ how long you were gonna stand there without sayin’ a word,” she said without lifting her head, her voice just a soft murmur. “Enjoyin’ the show?”
Probably more than she knew. Definitely more than he should.
Without answering, he pushed off the doorframe and strode toward her. “How long have you been under the impression that I’m a selfish lay?”
She snorted a laugh into her pillow before bracing herself up on her elbows and glancing over her shoulder at him. “I knew you’d fixate on that.”
“Fixate on the completely false rumor you made up just for shits and giggles?”
A slow smile spread across her face as she looked him up and down. “For someone who thinks it’s false, you sure do seem to have an awful lot to prove.”
With his eyes locked on hers, he crawled up from the foot of the bed, careful not to touch her, even though he desperately wanted to. Once he was braced directly above her, his fists bracketing her shoulders, he lowered his head and allowed his lips to brush her ear, reveling in the soft shudder that racked her body. “I’m not selfish in bed, wifey.”
She lifted one shoulder. “If you say so,” she said. Taunted, really. And from the look in her eye, she knew exactly what she was doing. Exactly the game she was playing. And she was all in.
“You gonna make me prove it?” he asked, his voice rough with barely restrained need. His cock was thick and hard, aching with a desperation to feel her again. This time, with far fewer clothes between them.
Nat bit her lip, the twinkle in her eye only increasing his desire. “I’m not makin’ you do anything. But…well…if it’ll put your mind at ease to prove yourself to me, who am I to stop you?”
Her words were nearly enough for him to lower himself onto her, crush his cock against her firm, round ass, and kiss her like both their lives depended on it. But first, he needed to make sure she was going to remember this in the morning. That she wasn’t too far gone to be able to make this decision. He wanted her, but not like that.
“How drunk are you?” he asked, eyes assessing.
She raised her brows. “My last beer was two hours ago, so you do the math.”
Slowly, he shook his head. “I need you to say the words, Nat.”
After a second of silence, she rolled over beneath him, the move causing her hip to graze his cock, and he hissed out a breath. With a devilish grin, she adjusted herself so her legs were outside of his, wrapped them around his hips, and pulled him down until his erection was nestled against the soft heat of her pussy. “I’m not drunk, Ash. Now, what is it you wanted to show me?”
He froze for two beats, then, with a groaned curse, crashed his lips against hers. This kiss was different than it’d been this morning—for one thing, he went into it knowing exactly how explosive it was going to be between them. Exactly how sweet she’d taste, and exactly how he’d respond to each throaty moan that slipped past her lips.
For another thing, he had no intention of stopping now until he was buried deep inside her.
“I’m gonna prove every one of your points wrong, and I’m gonna love every fucking minute of it.” He thrust into the welcoming cradle of her spread thighs, grinding down harder when she pulled away on a gasp, her fingernails digging into his bare shoulders.
“Oh God,” she breathed, rotating her hips up to meet each roll of his. “You feel good.”
“Christ,” he groaned into her neck. “Never thought it’d feel like this.”
Fuck, why had he worn sweatpants in here? And why did she still have any clothes on at all? He needed to see every inch of her, wanted to uncover parts of her he’d never known in their twenty years of friendship and commit them to memory.
He moved his lips down her neck, following the deep scoop of her tank top, exploring her skin but still needing more. Slipping his hand under the hem, he palmed the bare expanse of her stomach. “Can I take this off?”
In response, she crossed her arms and arched against him, tugging the article of clothing up and off her body, baring herself to him. “I appreciate you makin’ sure I’m okay with this, but for future reference, you’ve got a green light for whatever.”
“Whatever, huh?” he said, trying to maintain eye contact, but it was really damn hard with her tits staring him right in the face.
She raised a brow. “Let’s skip the butt stuff this time, but yes, whatever else.”
