He licked into the wetness, searching, marauding, taking with a mouth full of force and tenderness. Sensations gathered force, rolling up on her in waves, each one stronger than the one before. Her muscles strained and clenched at the emptiness. The sheer power and pleasure of it, erotic and seductive.
“Nash, touch me. Please.” The request came as a low, pleading whimper.
He pulled back, leaving her on the cusp.
In one swift move, he flipped her to her back and ripped her panties from her legs. She lurched upright into a sitting position. Shaking with need, she pulled frantically at the hem of his shirt, desperately needing to feel his flesh, thick and rearing, inside of her.
He took hold of her hands, hindering her efforts. “Sweetheart, lay back.”
Ember shook her head, reaching for his belt buckle. “Can’t.”
Nash moved over her, hovering, until her back pressed into the mattress. Palms resting beside each side of her head, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her long and hard until the squirming left her body and the tension slipped from her limbs.
Sitting back on his calves, he dangled the silky white panties from his finger before stuffing them in the pocket of his jeans. “These are going home with me.”
A tiny grimace puckered her brow. “Is that a fetish or something?”
“Nope.” His eyes were heavily lidded. Crescent shadows dusted his cheeks. “I’ve just been thinking about them every hour of every day since our first encounter, so I’m confiscating them.”
“I have a drawer full. T…take what you want.” The rush of words poured out in an anxious stammer.
Nash rested his palms on her bent knees. Coasting downward, his fingers gently gripped her inner legs, spreading her thighs wide. “I intend to.”
She gulped.
The haughty smile covering his face disappeared behind his shirt as he stripped it over his head. Anxiousness fled her body, taking in the magnificent sight of him. Each defined muscle stacked on top of the other, layer upon layer of yummy goodness.
A light dusting of dark hair covered his broad chest and trailed downward into the waistband of his jeans. Hesitantly, she reached up, letting her fingers roam through the course curls. A spasm rushed through her core. Her nipples tightened into hard buds.
Face intent, he cupped the weight of her full, round breast. “Had I known you weren’t wearing a bra all night, I might’ve hauled you off into the darkness and ripped that dress right off you.”
Her moist breath disintegrated into slow pants feeling his parted lips drag along the slope between her breasts. Nash curled his tongue around a taut, pink nipple, drawing the tight peak into the heat of his mouth. Each time he sucked, her center clenched on demand. The weight of his body settled between her legs. He rolled the tight damp bud between his thumb and finger as he worshipped her other breast. The maddening sensation went on and on, drawing sounds of pleasure from deep within.
“Nash, plea—”
“Sweetheart, you’ve got a very long night ahead of you. You can beg and plead all you want, but you requested that I fuck you senseless and that’s exactly what I plan to do. I get the feeling you need some good lovin’ and I intend on giving it to you…over and over again.” He paused. “Right after I get another taste.”
Nash slid lower, mouth and tongue laying a lazy trail of steamy kisses from her breasts to her navel before descending to the apex of her thighs. As he licked into the intimate channel with surety, he tore another hoarse cry from her parted lips.
Dropping her hands to his head, she tangled her fingers in his hair, locking him in place. “Don’t stop.”
A devilish mumble of amusement drifted upward. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Sensing her urgency, he pushed a finger into the sweet heat and then another. Following the sensation to its epicenter, he focused on her clit, the tip of his tongue flicking steadily, precisely, perfectly.
Contractions, strong in their force, rolled up on her, each wave more powerful than the one before. Her body tightened around the thrust of his fingers, head flailing back and forth, wild with need. Drawing the sensitive nub into his mouth, the world around her shattered in a kaleidoscope of colors. Spasms tumbled through her, crying out his name as she crested a wave of raw pleasure. Her pulse hammered so violently she wondered how she’d survive it.
Moving from the bed, he stripped off the rest of his clothes. The site of him, long and rigid, heavily aroused, spurred her heart into a swift, pulsing tempo. Every elongated muscle, his sunbaked skin, the light dusting of dark hair, everything about this man was simply perfection.
Exquisitely masculine.
Ember reached for him, taking the solid weight in her hand, stroking the taut, silky skin. Nash groaned. Tipping his head back, he tolerated her curiosity, stomach muscles tightening with each caress.
Falling forward onto his palms, thighs between her legs, he hoisted her to the center of the bed. Blue eyes brimming with lust, he stared down at her, the angles of his face severe under the moon’s bright glow.
“Are you on the pill?”
“I’m the result of a one-night stand, Nash. Of course, I’m on birth control, but I’ve always used condoms.”
Affliction swam in his eyes, torment notched between his brows. Burying his face in the mound of hair at the curve of her neck, he dragged his parted lips over her throat.
“Me too. But the way you make me…fuck I want to feel you…take you raw. The softness of your skin, your taste…it’s blowing my fucking mind.”
Ember had never practiced unprotected sex, never felt comfortable enough with anyone. Beneath all the banter and unanswered questions, an innate sense of unspoken trust flourished between them since they laid eyes on each other.
The wild notion of feeling the texture of his skin dipping in and out of her nearly made her come undone. Clutching his jaw, she stared up at him, contemplating. The idea of going bareback had always felt wrong, yet at that moment, the whole world seemed right.
“Your choice, sweetheart. I’m clean,” he assured between ragged, hungry breaths. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Anything. Tell me how you like it.”
She understood his urgency to please. It mirrored the intimate feelings growing stronger inside with every passing second, but nerves suffocated her emotions leaving room for logic.
Eyes sinking into the ocean of blue, she shook her head. “Let’s be safe. If anybody should know better, it’s me. But if it makes you feel any better, I want nothing more than to feel you inside me.”
His eyes darkened with lust, hearing her words of desire. Heat radiated off his body. Giving her an easy wink, he confessed with a growl, “My little gypsy woman…you’re making me lose my mind.”
Grabbing his wallet, he slid the condom over his solid length. Ember’s chest squeezed in complaint seeing him cover the silky flesh.
Seeing her scowl, Nash nipped her chin. “It’s all good, sweetheart. Wrapped or not, I plan on putting a smile on those raspberry lips.”
Her hands coasted over his wide shoulders, tangling in his hair. Lifting her hips in response, she nudged, sliding against the length of him in a pleading fashion. The stiff ridge rubbing precisely where she needed it.
“You rock my universe.” Her eyes danced. “Like never before.”