Her hands flew up to curl around his arms. Her lips parted in surprise as she gave a little gasp against his mouth, and, yes, he knew this was the wrong time to be kissing her. The wrong time. The wrong place. The wrong everything.
But he didn’t care.
He had her. He was kissing her. I will be claiming her again.
He thought she might shove him away. Maybe knee him in the groin and tell him not to touch her. She’d already been through hell and what he was doing—these were damn well not the actions of a gentleman.
But Delaney opened her mouth wider.
Her tongue met his. She kissed him back even as a moan trembled from her. She met him. Passion for passion. Lust for lust. Aching need for aching need, and his control snapped.
His hands flew down to her waist. His fingers tightened on her as he lifted her up, and her legs curled right around his hips just like they’d done in the past. A lifetime ago. And it was suddenly like no time had slipped away. Like it had just been yesterday when he’d lost his mind and taken and taken and taken her.
His dick shoved forward. He wanted in her. He wanted to sink into the paradise that was her tight core and feel her hot heaven clench around him. Nash needed to feel the ripples of her release. The wet, tight clasp of her body. He wanted her nails raking down his back and her body trembling for him.
He stepped forward. Locked her between his body and the wall even as he kept kissing her. Frantic. Desperate. His heart raced. His muscles tightened. His dick demanded.
Take.
Take.
Take.
“Yo!” A yell from the other side of the door that Ryan had closed not too long ago. “Do you hear me?” He pounded on the door again.
Nash wondered how long Ryan had been pounding.
“The boss just drove up with her guards. They are approaching the cabin right this minute. You and Delaney need to come downstairs, now. Let’s get this show on the road.” Another fierce knock.
Nash lifted his head.
Delaney’s thick lashes flickered as her eyes opened. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips red and swollen from his mouth. She looked as if she’d just been thoroughly kissed.
I want her to be thoroughly fucked.
Her breath came quickly, and her gaze searched his.
Dammit. “I should apologize,” he began, voice rough, too growly.
She waited.
“But I’m not sorry I kissed you.” Like he could ever be sorry for that. No way. Not in any universe.
“That’s…not an apology.”
“I’m sorry I let you go before.” There. A real apology. One he meant. “I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to find you again.”
Her eyes widened. “Nash?”
“You’re getting a bodyguard.” One thing that was a nonnegotiable point in the upcoming meeting. And another nonnegotiable? “It’s going to be me.” Because no one would guard her body better.
No one knew her body better.
Every single inch. I know every inch of her. I’ve kissed her. Touched her.
And…
He was also more than ready to kill for her.
