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You care about them,” she said. A statement, not a question.
He made a masculine sound of disagreement. “Animals should be outside in the nice weather, but everyone needs a place to sleep.”
Megan stopped petting the cat and ran her hand up Nash’s strong arm. “What’s going to happen to them in the winter?”
He narrowed his eyes a little. “You know exactly what will happen.”
Yeah, she did. He’d bring them home. She laughed softly, done with pushing. “It’s sweet you’re making sure they’re happy.”
Of course, his expression showed nothing at all, barely letting her in, which was the norm. Maybe she was getting used to that. Or maybe she saw past that now, because what once bothered her didn’t anymore. She knew this man. All of him. Yeah, Nash had a temper. Sure, he said the most inappropriate things at the wrong time. But he was so damn good, and she was sure he probably didn’t hear that enough.
She focused on the cats again, stroking the mom’s soft fur. “They should have names, if we’re keeping them.”
“Your job, not mine,” Nash said.
“Hmm.” She studied the cats then figured it needed to be a little bit of Nash and a little bit of her. “Let’s go with your favorite drink and mine.”
He gave her a level look. “You want to call one of them Foxy Diva?”
“Well, yeah, it’s your favorite beer.” It was actually the entire town’s favorite beer. “We’ll call the mom Diva.”
“Fitting.” Nash grinned.
She nodded and smiled down at the white cat. “She’s Foxy.” Megan pointed at the black kitten. “Apple, because he’s so damn cute, he’s like the apple of my eye.” And then she gestured at the gray kitten. “Whiskey.” God, she missed her apple whiskey. Like, a lot.
“That works.”
“I think it does too.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Yeah, it was sweet and soft, but there was heat simmering beneath the kiss’s power.
When she broke away, his eyes had heated, and she knew why. His day was shit. He needed her. And she needed him too. She rose to strip off her clothes and settle into bed when she found Gus worming his way into her spot. She snapped her fingers. “Off.”
Gus jumped off then curled up on the rug.
Megan stripped off her pants and shirt, leaving herself in her bra and panties. Though one look into Nash’s dumbfounded expression had her laughing. “What?”
“Gus listened to you.”
She shrugged. “Well, yeah, I already told you I’ve been working with him.” Most nights, she didn’t mind the doggy cuddles, but lately she was just too hot to snuggle.
Nash leaned up on one arm and stared down at Gus sleeping on the rug before looking at her again. “You are so fucking sexy,” he said, dead serious.
“Why? Because your dog listened to me?”
He nodded slowly. “Hell, fucking, yes. Come here.”
Heat filled his expression, and Megan’s nipples hardened into tight peaks. Because that look meant pleasure. So much mind-blowing pleasure. She studied him, all naked in bed, this sweet side of him all exposed. “No, you come here.” She took his hand and tugged.
He wiggled his way free of the cats, who didn’t seem to care at all that he moved, falling back asleep easily. When his feet pressed against the floor, she absorbed the gorgeous view. All muscle. Pure man. Hard and hungry.
“Sweet men deserve sweet things.” She gave him her sexiest grin as she sat on the bed, tugging him closer to stand in front of her. Consumed by him, she took his erection in her hand and kissed the tip of his engorged cock.
His low moan raised goose bumps across her flesh when he brushed his knuckles across her cheek, giving her his cocky smirk. “I’m putting a soft bed in the house for them too.”
“Oh, you are? That’s even sweeter,” she said before taking him deep into her mouth. God, he tasted good. He smelled of masculine perfection and something incredible that belonged entirely to him. Something Megan couldn’t get enough of.
She swirled her mouth and hand over him, relishing the groan falling from his lips. “This is for taking care of the cats when you didn’t need to.” She took him in deep again, working her lips over him, feeding him all the pleasure he deserved. “And this is for giving them a home.” She swirled her tongue around the tip before she worked her mouth and hand over him in a steady rhythm.
Nash watched her movements. Intently. They’d always battled against each other. But this was different. And better—oh, hell, so much better—because in the quiet of where they found happiness, they had also found something so much sweeter. Something that belonged to them. And only them. That no one could take away.
