There was no stopping. There was no holding back. She was too desperate. Too at the end of her rope and too hungry for Nash. She didn’t push him away. Her hands grabbed onto him. They sank into the thickness of his hair even as her hips slammed up against him.
He licked and sucked, and he had her twisting and heaving beneath him.
He worked her with his tongue. His fingers.
Those fingers were sliding into her even as he tasted her and kissed her, and the feel of his wicked, skillful tongue on her clit was too much for her.
She climaxed. Hard. A sharp cry burst from her lips as the orgasm ripped through her. A heaving, surging release that pounded and pounded through her body. Pulsing and quaking. Firing her veins with pleasure as she struggled to catch her breath.
A release so powerful that she screamed for him. So good that tears leaked from her eyes. So intense that her whole body quivered.
Pleasure. Pleasure with Nash.
Her breath heaved in and out.
Footsteps thundered. Outside the bedroom. Footsteps that were coming up the stairs. Footsteps that were flying toward them. Toward their room.
Nash’s head whipped up. “Fuck!”
She blinked at him.
He lunged from the bed. Nash paused only long enough to throw the covers over her, and then he rushed for the door. He ripped it open.
She yanked those covers to her chin. Through the open doorway, she had a sudden, fast image of Ryan’s frowning face.
Oh. My. God.
“I heard screaming,” Ryan began.
She had screamed. Oh, no. Delaney yanked the covers over her head as embarrassment swallowed her whole.
“Go away, Ryan.”
“But I heard screaming—oh.” Ryan winced.
Nash glared at him. Nash jerked the bedroom door completely closed behind him. No need for Ryan to even peek inside that room.
Ryan tugged at his collar. “I would like to point out that there was an attack here not too long ago.”
Nash crossed his arms over his chest.
“So when I heard a scream, I naturally bounded into action. Like the heroic individual that I am.”
“Go away, Ryan.”
“How the hell was I supposed to know you were—uh. Shit.” Ryan spun on his heel. His steps hurried toward the stairs, but then he paused. Glancing back, Ryan asked, “Does this mean you’re getting a second chance with her?”
He had no idea what it meant.
I can still taste her. She came apart for me.
“If it’s a second chance, don’t screw it up.”
“Working on that,” Nash muttered as he watched his brother vanish down the stairs. He didn’t go back in the bedroom, not until he couldn’t hear Ryan’s footsteps any longer. Then he turned back, opened the door, and slipped inside.
Darkness still reigned in the bedroom. But his eyes had always adjusted easily to the darkness. He made his way to the bed, pausing to ditch his shoes and socks. To toss away his shirt and jeans. Wearing only his boxers, he slid into the bed.
A mound of covers waited to the right. Delaney, bundled up. He stared at the mound. Wondered what to say.
