Nash lowers me to my feet next to my bed. The same bed where I lost my shit this morning. For a single moment, I wonder what the hell I’m doing with this hot handyman who kisses like it’s an Olympic sport and he’s a gold medalist.
But then his hands mold to my ass, and nothing else matters but getting both of us naked faster than a duck on a June bug.
He tugs his t-shirt over his head, and I run my hands along his abs. Smooth skin, all those delicious ridges, and a deep v that disappears into his jeans.
Nash skims his fingers under the hem of my dress, teasing my inner thighs. “So soft,” he murmurs. He stops just short of the silk covering my mound. “Tell me what you like…”
“You’re doin’ just fine.”
I reach for his belt, but he stops me. “Not yet, sweetness. I want to take my time with you.”
The last thing I want is slow. My core has been clenched half the night, and my panties are soaked. “I need—”
Nash slants his lips over mine, silencing my plea. At the same time, he tugs on the tie at my waist. His kiss leaves me breathless, and when he lifts my dress over my shoulders, my nipples tighten to hard points under my bra.
“God. You’re fucking gorgeous.” Dropping to his knees, he kisses a line from my breasts to my navel, then stops to press his nose to my mound. “Do you taste as sweet as I think you do?”
“Until you lose the jeans, Mr. Fix-it, you’ll never find out.” I sidestep him, rounding the bed with a grin.
This isn’t how I expected tonight to go. A little dancing, a lot of flirting, a quickie to break the tension between us, and then I’d send him home. But after watching him try his damnedest to nail more than eight different line dances, all those plans flew out the window.
Nash kicks off his boots, shucks his jeans, and stands before me in just his boxer briefs.
“Those too, darlin’.” I flick open the catch on my bra but hold it in place and give him my best innocent smile. “Tit for tat.”
“Or…tits for dick?” he counters.
I double over with laughter but manage to maintain my grip on my bra until I come up for air. And see Nash standing naked at the edge of the bed.
I work with some of the fittest men on the planet, and they’ve got nothing on the man in front of me. His dick juts from a patch of dark blond curls, and that six pack might just be an eight. But there’s a softness to him that’s real, that tells me he doesn’t spend every waking moment at the gym, but still takes care of himself.
“I held up my end of the bargain. Your turn.” The gleam in his eyes excites me, and I let my hand fall.
He looks at me like it’s Christmas morning, but doesn’t make a move to touch me.
“You like what you see?” I can’t help the tremble in my voice. I’ve never been self-conscious about my body. Until now. I’m forty-three. And despite Hidden Agenda’s rigorous training program, parts of me ain’t as…tight as they once were.
He’s on me in a single breath. Hands smoothing down my arms, his cock pressing against my navel. His arousal scents the air, salty and a little sweet. God, I’ve only ever done this with one other man. What if I’m…bad at it?
But then Nash sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and I can’t think about anything but him. And what he’s doing to me.
My body catches fire. Every nerve ending sparks to life under his touch. His fingers tease my mound. I’m ready to beg, but I don’t have to, because Nash backs me up until my legs hit the mattress.
“Lie down.” It’s not a request. More like an order.
I don’t want to let go of him long enough to comply, but I’m desperate for more. “Make me.”
Nash scoops me up in his arms. “Never been one for that sort of thing, but I’d give it a shot. For you.”
I wrap my legs around him, wriggling my hips until his dick nestles between my ass cheeks. “As long as you don’t stop touchin’ me, you can do whatever else you want, darlin’.”
He lays me down like I’m a fragile, delicate, precious thing. Feathering kisses along my collarbone, he whispers all the things he wants to do to me. I’m not inexperienced. But I still blush knowing what’s coming. I rake my short nails over his skin until he turns his attention to my lips. Our tongues battle for dominance, and I win. Flipping our positions, I straddle him with my hands on his chest.
“You ain’t the only one with moves.” I reach for my nightstand drawer—for the box of condoms I bought on the way home from Hidden Agenda—but he stops me.
“We’re not there yet.” Nash palms my breast, his thumb skating over one hard nub. “I still need to know what you taste like, and I want you so wet for me, you’re begging.”
“I don’t beg.” Even as I say the words, I know I’m lying. He’s grinding his hips against me. Heat builds in my core, so hot, I’ll catch fire if he doesn’t strip me of my panties soon.
