His fingers trail up my thighs, the tips slipping beneath the loose cutoff hem, before grazing the edge of my panties. My core contracts, remembering what it was like to have him almost touch me there, nearly taste me. “Andromeda, if you let me have you tonight, you’re stuck with me forever.”
Sweet baby cow on a stick.My insides sing in response to his words. My skin heating, and every muscle clenching in anticipation. This is it. The moment we’ve been waiting for the past twenty years.
“Nash, please. Touch me. Fuck me. Give me everything.”
The scrape of his teeth over the column of my throat makes my toes curl against the plush area rug beneath my feet. “You asked for it.”
Chapter 29
Nash
Fortune shines down on me tonight. I’m thanking the universe or the beings above, whoever made it so this amazing woman melted back into my arms.
When I asked Betty what she wanted, I never expected her to say she wanted to sleep with me. I also never expected her to come to me so willingly.
I’d planned to grovel. My old creaky knees were ready to ache for weeks from kneeling at her feet and begging if I had to. Then she said she was leaving, and I panicked.
She crashes her mouth back to mine, her tongue swirling inside my mouth.Fuck, I need her right now. I can explore her body later, once River and Gray are gone. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her walk out my front door until we settle this shit. Sinking inside her won’t solve the issues I created, but I can’t wait anymore. I can’t hold back.
For the first time in my life, I am crystal clear on exactly what I want. Beatrice Hughes. Period.
“Fuck,” I groan as her nails drag over the thin cotton covering my chest. “Keep it up, and we won’t make it the ten feet to that bed.”
She only chuckles against my mouth, one hand reaching down between us to squeeze my throbbing cock. “I don’t care,” she breathes.
My palm snakes up the bottom of her shirt, feeling the expanse of her smooth stomach for the first time. Where Betty’s legs and arms are toned as if she hits the gym as much as I do, her stomach is soft, the flesh giving under my touch.Later, Nash. You can take your time later.
Balling the fabric in my palm as I push it higher, I roughly tug her to me. “I’ll buy you a new one.” The tearing of cotton rips through the room, each strap of the tank top snapping free as I forcefully yank on the fabric. I’ve never torn clothing from a woman’s body, but Betty does things to me I can’t explain. I become feral.
The top pools at her hips, my finger immediately flicking open the button of her shorts. “Take them off,” I nod to her. Her chest heaves with her panting breaths as she shimmies her shorts down her tanned thighs, stepping out of them. She shoves the remnants of her shirt over her hips, stepping out of it with one leg before kicking it off the ankle of the other.
Her eyes never leave my face. The two of us connected as if this had always been inevitable. Maybe we were. But, fuck if I care. She’s mine now.
My eyes rake down her body. The closest I’ve ever seen her to naked was in a bikini a few years ago. It was summer, and a bunch of us were at the beach on the far side of Boulder Lake, celebrating Mrs. Crawley’s birthday. I hadn’t really looked at her then, but I am now.
Her pink nipples are taut and visible through her thin bra as her full breasts move with her exaggerated breaths. But, fuck, it’sthose panties that do me in. She’d been wearing the same type the first time I kissed her. The kind that leaves her ass cheeks exposed to my palms. This woman is absolute perfection.
Crooking my finger, she comes toward me, her eyes wide with lust. Tucking my finger into her tiny lace bra, I tug her against my body. Heat radiates off her skin, and it’s taking everything in me not to throw her to the floor and drive into her.
Capturing her mouth with mine, I don’t stop her as she undoes my belt, button, and zipper, shoving my jeans down my thighs. The two of us nearly fall over as I try to step out of the legs while she’s attempting to tug my t-shirt up my body. Pulling my mouth from hers, I strip out of the rest of my clothing. The shirt, the remaining leg of my jeans, and boxer briefs. Each article lands somewhere in the room. It doesn’t matter.
Our mouths meet again, her palms flat on my back, holding me close. Every muscle ripples beneath her touch. How is it possible to crave someone’s skin against your own as much as you need to breathe?
Gripping behind her thighs, she groans into my mouth, hopping up to wrap her legs around my waist. Her giggle surprises me when I slam her back into the wall. Betty isn’t supposed to like this rough and dirty. She’s supposed to ask me to slow down or go easy on her, but she’s right here with me. We’re a frantic, hungry mess together, and that only makes my cock harder, that thick vein throbbing painfully.
Pulling her soaked panties to the side, I break my mouth away from hers. “I’ve never wanted someone so badly.”
Her eyes flash with surprise before she swallows loudly, her swollen pink lips parting. “Then prove it.”
Fuck. She has no idea what she just gave me.
Hope.
Hopefor us and a future I didn’t even know I wanted anymore.
My first finger slides through her swollen flesh, and fuck, I almost come all over her stomach. I’d barely felt her that first time, but now her arousal coats my fingers, and all I want to do is suck them clean before burying my face between her thighs.
“Nash, please,” she whimpers, exposing the column of her throat to my tongue.
