“He moved to Arizona right after Charlie graduated. I heard he met someone down there and got married, so good for him.”
“Yeah, good for old Andy,” Nash echoed. “Although I think he was crazy to leave you behind. But it worked out okay for me.”
“I guess it did.” I tilted my head until my cheek rested against the back of his hand. “What about you? Friends with bennies? Or did you leave a trail of broken hearts in Burton?”
“Neither,” he admitted. “I’ve had hook-ups, and there for a while, after Lena died, there was a woman in Savannah who handled some of our subcontractors. I had to drive up there a couple of times a month, and when I did . . .” He lifted his shoulder. “We were both unattached and needy, I guess. But it never developed into anything else, and eventually, it just fizzled.”
“This is scary as hell,” I informed him, wrinkling my nose and twisting my mouth. “You and I—we knew each other, but never like this. And you have—expectations, don’t you?” I blinked up at him. “I’m not the girl you crushed on back in high school, Nash. I’m fifty-three years old. I had a baby—I mean, a long time ago, yes, but still. I try to keep in shape, but gravity is real, and so is menopause.” I made a face. “Sorry. My sexy-talk seduction game isn’t exactly on point, is it?”
“Peyton.” Nash laid a finger over my lips. “Don’t worry so much. I’m not the eighteen-year-old boy I was, either. My only expectation is that it’s you, and it’s me—and we’re together. One moment in time. Not thinking about anything other than—this.”
He swept my hair away from my face and bent his head to kiss me, and just like that, all of my insecurities melted away. I could only feel Nash’s lips, his hands as he ran them down my body, and my own growing need.
He eased me to the bed, slowly and with care removing each piece of clothing that was in the way of his touch. My own hands shook slightly as I loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and reached for the buckle of his belt. I pushed his undershirt out of the way, humming a little in pleasure as I took in the planes of his broad chest, sprinkled liberally with salt and pepper hair. I ran my fingers over his pecs, pausing to toy with the small nubs of his nipples.
Nash exhaled, closing his eyes, his fingers circling my wrist and holding my hand in place. “Feeling you touch me is heaven, Peyton. The best thing ever.”
I smiled at him. “I want to touch you everywhere. Help me get these clothes off.”
We worked together to shed everything else, tossing clothes over the side of the bed. When I lay completely bare under Nash’s gaze, a little of my worry resurfaced, and I reached for the bedside lamp.
“No.” Nash stopped me. “I want to see every inch of you, Peyton. I want to taste all of you. Just lay back and feel.”
I dropped back to the pillow, closing my eyes and focusing on the heat of his mouth as he trailed his lips down my throat to my chest. His hands cupped my breasts before his lips circled my nipples, sucking each one until I cried out, needing more. Needing him.
“That feels good?” he murmured, pausing to look up at me.
“So good.” I nodded, arching my body. “It makes me—wet for you.” I had never been a big fan of dirty talk in bed, but at the moment, I was so turned on that I wanted Nash to understand what he was doing to me.
“Let’s see.” Dropping a last kiss between my breasts, he eased lower, kissing me all along the way, until he lay between my legs. He used his hands to spread me wider, opening my center to his greedy eyes and seeking mouth.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Nash crooned, one finger stroking my folds. “You are so wet. Is this where you need me to kiss you? To make everything better?”
“Yes.” I keened the word, so completely focused on the feel of his breath over my sensitive flesh. His finger moved up and down a few times before his lips fastened over the small bud that was aching for his ministrations.
I’d had oral before with a few guys—not Ryan, who had expressed his disdain for anything that didn’t bring him immediate gratification—but with a few of my short-term sex partners. But never had I experienced anything like what Nash was doing. He was playing me, sucking me hard and bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before he backed down, moving to kiss the inside of my thighs.
“Nash,” I moaned, my fingers in his hair, trying to move his mouth where I needed it. “Please. You’re killing me.”
He laughed softly, the evil man. “Pleasure delayed is pleasure doubled,” he murmured against my aching pussy. “Don’t you want me to double your pleasure?”
“I just—just—ohhhhh.” My hips canted upward, seeking his mouth. “I’m on fire, Nash. I’m about to combust.”
“Combustion is a good thing. You know how fire spreads, right?” He blew over my clit, and I shivered. “But I’m not going to torture you, sweetheart. Come for me now.”
His mouth descended on me once more, and this time, he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them to hit a spot that sent me soaring. My vision went dark, and colors exploded before my eyes, my lower body convulsing as my inner channels pulsed around Nash’s fingers. This was an orgasm unlike any I’d ever known.
“Peyton, you are perfect. You are beautiful.” Nash sat up between my legs, his long, thick cock jutting out between us. “You are everything I ever dreamed you were—but more.”
The amazing thing was that Ifeltbeautiful. Lying there, enjoying the way Nash gazed at me and loving even more the vision of his obvious desire.
“I want you to fill me,” I heard myself speaking, reaching up for him. “I want to make you feel—just like you made me feel.”
He didn’t move for a long moment, and I wondered if I had said something wrong. Then he shook his head a little, a smile playing around his lips.
“I keep thinking that this can’t be real,” he said, his voice husky. “I have to be dreaming, right? I’m going to wake up alone in my bed, missing you just as I’ve always done?”
“God, you better not be dreaming,” I retorted. With a mischievous grin, I lifted my hand to circle my fingers around his cock, moving up and down in a teasing rhythm. “I could pinch you to make sure you’re awake, but maybe there’s a better way to check.”
