“Hello?”
“Hey, JC.” She kept her tone curt and to the point. “I need a word with your husband.”
“Is everything okay?”
“No everything is not okay.” Ember spun in Nash’s arms, glaring heatedly. “He’s standing between me and an orgasm, maybe several. Put him on the fucking phone.”
Muffled laughter filled her ear as JC passed the phone to Reed.
“Is there a problem?”
“This isn’t funny, Reed.”
“What’s not funny?”
“I’m home and I’m perfectly sober. FYI I’m taking back Nash’s word that he gave you. He’s staying the night with me and there’s not going to be one bit of guilt about it on his part.”
“Honey, I was just looking out for your best interest. You’re like a little sister to me.”
The sincerity in his voice diffused her anger. “I appreciate your concern, but I can take it from here. Are we good?”
Murmurs between JC and Reed rustled through her phone. They had her on speaker. “We’re good.”
“Do I need to put him on the phone?”
“Nope,” Reed assured, his typically rugged tone cracked with laughter. Husband and wife chimed simultaneously, “Have a good night.”
Ember didn’t bother to reply, merely pushed the red button before shoving the phone back into her purse. “Do you feel better?”
He kissed her.
The reservation he’d shown minutes early abandoned to the heady swell of desire. His fingers delved through her hair, clasping the back of her skull, holding her firm as he took her mouth in the most lewd, indecent, sensual kisses she’s ever endured.
His tongue sank into the heat of her mouth, tangling with hers in a wild rush of excitement. The carnal kiss went on and on until she went weak, molding herself to the hard terrain of his body, indulging in the ravenous kiss. The thrill of it, maddening, frying every brain cell, leaving her drunk on his kisses.
Kissing Nash surpassed any kind of foreplay she’d ever experienced. Licking, sucking, wet slippery friction, the scrape of his shaven jaw, all worked together, turning her inside out until her entire body quaked with need.
Standing on tiptoes, Ember’s arms fell over his shoulders, clinging to his heavily muscled back. His arms went behind her, hands coasting beyond the small of her back to her bottom. Reaching under the hem of her dress, his fingers pressed firmly on her bottom, locking their hips together.
Heat washed over her in layers. Each place they touched ignited a new spark. The man made her feel better than she’d ever felt, and they were still fully clothed.
Her hips rolled upward, probing in a lazy, rhythmic motion. Nash possessed her mouth, devouring the hums of yearning spilling from her throat. Intense pleasure, sweet and addictive, spurred her on, squashing any thoughts of cattle or oil. Quivers, strong in their force, began to build and tumble through her, all moving in one direction.
Panting, she tore her mouth free from the pleasurable assault of his tongue. “Nash, take me inside.”
His quiet chuckle curled through the cool night air. He swept soft kisses over her cheek, moving to the slope of her neck, drawing another whimper. Hovering at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, he nipped and nibbled, before sinking his teeth into her flesh.
Twisting her neck, she searched his eyes. They’d never looked so enticing.
“Nash, please. I’m gonna combust.”
He gave a throaty chuckle. “Are you begging?”
Lust trumping pride, she conceded with a swift nod, not caring how pathetic her soft whimpers of pleading sounded. She heard him murmur, something to the effect that he hadn’t even started with her yet, right before he grabbed her by the waist and hauled her over his shoulder.
A squeal whooshed from her lungs. Ember snickered, allowing her hands to fall toward the ground, grabbing his firm buns with both hands. “I love this view.”
He swatted her ass, seizing a handful as he adjusted her higher on his shoulder, twisting to take a bite of her bum. “I concur. Keys?”
“Are you kidding? No one locks their doors here.”
Nash threw open the door, strolled inside, and kicked it closed with his boot, provoking another stretch of soft laughter. She pointed toward her room, wiggling out of her sandals, letting them fall to the hardwood floor.
He walked into her bedroom and tossed her onto the center of her unmade bed with a soft bounce. The hem of her dress wafted above her hips. Broad rays of moonlight shone through the windows filtering the room in a muted gray, allowing her to see him clearly in the darkness. Their tan bodies glowed against the stark white sheets.
Shaky tremors coursing through her body began to settle into small, jerky, uneven breaths.
One knee at a time, he climbed onto the bed, crawling between her bent legs. His eyes turned soft and sexy taking in the view before him, slowing his haste. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Me too.” Her admission came as a whisper.
Heat radiating from every pore, she started to reach for the clasp and zipper at the nape of her neck, but he shook his head, falling forward on his hands.
Ember lifted her palm to his face.
Stroking.
Feeling.
Falling.
Eyes gleaming, his jaw twisted, insisting in a rough tone, “Turn over.”
The corner of her mouth twitched. His request sounded more like a demand which turned her on far more than she’d ever care to admit.
Lifting her hands above her head, she shifted beneath him and rolled to her stomach, pressing a cheek to the bed. Nash brushed her chestnut hair to one side. The heat of his breath on her neck sent goosebumps skittering down her spine. Her back arched, reflexively lifting her bum, gently pushing against his hips.
His mouth wandered over the tip of her shoulder as he unbuttoned the clasp of her dress, removing the gauzy material over her head, discarding it to the floor.
Sensing his eyes roaming over her backside, Ember’s heart began to thump into a deafening roar, thundering in her ears.
The heat of his hands made contact with the skin at her waist drawing a low purr from her throat. “Umm, yes.”
Depraved laughter, soft and knowing, fell over her flesh right before he laid a trail of wet kisses down her spine. Ember didn’t stand a chance in hell of containing the shameless, imploring moans spilling from her mouth.
The tips of his strong fingers slipped beneath her white panties, grasping her hips with both hands. The power in his grip was absolutely maddening. Torture. Heaven.
Feeling the heat of his breath drift over her bottom, her fingers curled over the edge of the bed, nails digging into the mattress. She sucked in a sharp breath as he lifted her bum higher and peeled the silky material over her cheeks with his teeth, leaving the thin fabric stretched across her upper thighs.
The way he had her arranged on the bed left her body on full display under the moonlight shining across the bed. Lying there for what felt like forever, she heard his voice, a low murmur full of desire and a few scattered curse words, uttering how much he wanted her, how good her skin felt, how much he wanted to fucking taste her.
“This okay with you, Ember?” he had the nerve to ask, his tone mocking, right before swiping his tongue down the slit of her pussy.
A shock of raw pleasure ripped through her as she cried out, “Yessss!”