All the fight leaves him, and he stares at me, equal parts defeated and…turned on. Canting my hips, I find the hardening bulge in his jeans.
“Raelynn…”
I push him down onto his back, my hands straining over his biceps. His lips part in an invitation I should refuse, but after the truth comes out—mine and his—we might not get another chance.
He’s not gentle. Catching my lower lip between his teeth, he bites down hard enough I gasp. Heat floods my core, desire burning even hotter when I see the feral, raw need in his eyes.
“Let go.” His voice is a low rumble, one I feel more than hear with the way my heart’s pounding.
“Not if you’re fixin’ to run.”
In a move he must have learned from West, Nash hooks his leg around mine, throwing me off balance so he can flip our positions. Rough fingers scrape over my neck. “Not running.”
His hand at my throat is the hottest thing a man has ever done to me. I have the button on his jeans undone in a heartbeat. “Take these off. Right now.”
Nash shifts so he can kiss a line from my jaw to my collarbone. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me,” I manage.
“Not good enough, sweetness. I need more.” He grinds his hips against me, and Lord have mercy, I’m wound tighter than a fiddle string.
“I want your tongue against my clit.” I moan when he pinches my nipple, and arch my back for more. “You make me so damn wet.”
“How wet?” His hand slides down my body, into my pants to tease my soaked folds.
“You did that to me, Nash. And I’m the one who needs more.” Pushing up his shirt, I rake my short nails over his back. “Off. Now.”
The flannel hits the floor, followed by his shoes, jeans, and tight black briefs. I’m still in my sports bra and leggings—too many damn buttons and hooks to keep up—but Nash takes over, stripping me of the rest of my clothes in just a few seconds.
The coarse fibers of the rug scrape against my back. Nash grabs my thighs and jerks me closer. The first sweep of his tongue pulls a moan from my lips.
“That’s it. Let me hear you,” he says, scoring his teeth over the small bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. Time starts to blur as he takes me to the very edge of my control time and time again.
“Nash…please.”
He tightens his grip on my legs. “Please…what?”
“Let…me…come!”
With a low growl, he sucks my clit between his lips. The vibrations send me flying. Before I can come down, he’s on top of me, swallowing my whimpers with his kiss.
I dig my fingers into his ass cheeks, trying to get him inside of me. It’s the only thing I want. All I can think about.
Nash stops me with that damn hand to my throat. His fingers skim my jaw, almost gently, and he touches his forehead to mine. “I don’t have a condom. We can go upstairs—”
“Are you clean?” I should put a stop to this. Or agree to take this to the bedroom. But, I need him to answer me. Even in the haze from my release, I’ll know if he’s telling the truth.
Pulling back enough he can look me in the eyes, he nods. “I got tested a couple of years ago. Haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I have an IUD and I’m clean. Let me feel you, Nash. All of you.”
His eyes turn feral, and his crown nudges my entrance. “Be sure, Raelynn.”
Wrapping my legs around him, I urge him deeper. “I am.”
Nash
Staring up at the ceiling, I can’t remember how we ended up in the living room. “That was…”
