“What’s so amusing, Hailey?”
“You’re not jealous... you’re worried about me.”
“I’m both, and much more, pretty girl. You’re mine.” He wipes my smile off with a dominating kiss. “I need to know you’re safe. Always.”
“Well, I’m not. Matthews didn’t explain, but he made it much clearer. Dad’s working like crazy to fix whatever’s wrong and get me home. I’m supposed to lay low and trust no one.”
“You trust me,” he states, sure of himself as he adjusts me in his lap. “You don’t seem that worried.”
I run both hands down my face. “Because it feels... impossible. Surreal. I know I should be scared, but I’m just confused. I don’t remember anything, and nobody will tell me what the fuck’s wrong.” My voice cracks, frustration taking over.
Nash immediately pulls me in closer. “They’re protecting you,” he coos. “Did you tell Matthews about me?”
My cheeks warm as I shake my headno. “He called me out over spending the night with someone, but agreed it’s not worth alarming Dad. He already ran background checks on everyone when he sent me here.”
His hands drift back to my waist. They’re so big, his fingers almost meet when he holds me. “Anything else? Any guesses what’s going on?”
“It has to have something to do with Alex...” I instinctively glance at my diary. “Turns out neither Dad nor Matthews knew we were dating. He’s... much older, maybe that’s why we snuck around.”
“I hate that he had you first.” Nash nudges my nose with his. “You should be shown off, not treated like a dirty secret.”
A whole swarm takes flight in my stomach. Thousands of fluttering wings, incomparable to what I felt looking at Alex in the memory earlier.
Nash is overwhelming. He dominates every ounce of my perception. I lean down to kiss his forehead, but he’s quicker. He tilts his head, taking my lips while pulling me even closer, the hunger in him returning with twice the potency.
The kiss deepens, evolves, and the atmosphere shifts, the heavy conversation morphing into lust.
“Say you’ll take better care of yourself,” he demands, moving his lips to suck and nibble my neck.
That’s enough to raise the temperature by a few degrees. I tilt my head, giving him better access and his soft kisses turn hotter, more sensual.
“I will...” I moan when he gently bites my earlobe. On instinct I grind into him, pleasant heat detonating in my chest when I find him hard. “I promise, I—oh.”
He grips my nape, steering my face the way he likes, the kiss hungrier by the second. “Again,” he orders, biting my lip. “Move, pretty girl. Show me what you want.”
A wildfire of pure need incinerates a path through me like it did last night. I use him, chasing the orgasm that presses in on me from all sides.
In between writing and reading, I couldn’t keep my mind from Nash and his head between my legs this morning. The possessiveness in his dark gaze, his thumbs spreading me wide, his skilled mouth driving me crazy...
He tears my nightdress off, groaning once I’m naked in his lap. “You not wearing panties at night is a fucking godsend.” His mouth comes down, teasing my breasts. “I’ll dive between your legs every morning and eat while you sleep.”
My imagination grabs the idea, showing me vivid pictures of my back bowing off the bed to an early-morning wake-up orgasm, finding Nash between my legs.
“Do it,” I whisper, pushing my nipple into his mouth when he inches away long enough to give the other breast the same treatment. I’m in love with his hot tongue and teeth sending electric shocks through my nerve endings. “Please.”
“Pleasewhat, Hailey? Please make me come? Please wake me up with your tongue? Please—”
“Pleasemore,” I sigh. “I want more.”
The look in his eyes turns feral. So possessive, so starved it’s almost scary. He winds one hand around my butt, guiding my moves, but riding him isn’t enough anymore.
Not after his hot breath fanned my pussy.
If he can elicit that much pleasure with his mouth, I’m dying to know what he’ll do with his cock.
“How much more?” he asks.
“Everything.”
