“You like for me to touch you?” Nash’s low, deep voice.
She nodded. He could see that gesture in the darkness, couldn’t he? He’d always had such strong vision in the dark.
“Prove it.” A dare.
She eased away from him, but she still held his wrist. She could still taste him on her tongue.
“Let me touch you.” Hard words from Nash. But, somehow, they held the ragged edge of a plea. “Just touching. Not fucking, Delaney. Let me just touch you.”
What were they doing? Why did it feel as if everything was already out of control? Because it was? Her body was too tense. Her nerves on edge. She should not say… “Yes. Touch me.” But she did. All husky and breathy and such a mistake.
But she said the words.
Because it was Nash. In bed with her. Not a dream. A reality. And with the madness around her, she wanted to grab tight to him. Correction, she had grabbed tightly to him. She still held his hand.
“Show me where you want my touch.” That deep, dark, tempting rumble again.
She bit her lower lip. And she eased his hand down.
“Delaney.” A savage snarl that held hunger and desire.
She pushed his fingers under the elastic edge of the cotton shorts that she wore.
“Fuck, baby, fuck.”
His big fingers eased under her panties. He pushed down, moving his hand between her thighs. His right hand was between her thighs, and his left shoved the covers out of his way as he edged ever closer to her.
She eased back onto her pillow. Stared up at the dark ceiling above her. His big hand was between her legs. His thumb stroked her clit. Slid over it again and again. Dragged over it.
“You’re getting wet for me.”
She bit her lower lip harder. She was wet for him. It was so easy to get turned on for him, when it had been hard with others. Almost as if he’d marked her body. Trained her to respond quickly to him.
“I’m fucking rock hard for you. You breathe, and I get this way.”
She was breathing quickly. Her body had tensed. He was strumming her clit, over and over. Possessive, commanding strokes even as one finger pushed inside of her.
Her head tipped back against the pillow. She stopped biting her lower lip as a moan slipped from her.
“You are so fucking tight.”
He eased his finger out. Pushed it back in. Dragged his thumb over her clit.
Her legs had stiffened. Her sex seemed to hunger. To need. Empty and it wanted to be filled. She wanted him inside of her.
His finger sank into her again. “So tight.” That wicked thumb didn’t stop strumming her clit. “Let’s get you to take two.” Another finger worked inside of her. Stretching her. Sending surges of pleasure pulsing through her.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Her body was on a razor’s edge.
The covers rustled. His left hand yanked down her shorts. Her panties. And then he was between her legs. She didn’t see him, Delaney kept her eyes closed, but she could feel him.
“You’re wet and you’re hot, and you’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
Yes, she was. She could feel her orgasm bearing down on her. Closer and closer. All from a touch. Those wicked fingers, working her. Owning her.
“I like touching you with my hands, Delaney. I like feeling your heat. Your softness. Your desire.” In and out, his fingers went. And that thumb never stopped as he caressed her clit. “But I like touching you with my mouth, too.”
Her eyes flew open at his words. Too late. His mouth was already on her. She looked down, seeing the shadowy darkness of his head and hair. Seeing him between her spread thighs even as she felt the warm, wet lick of his tongue against her clit.
