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“That’s exactly what I want,” she told him. “I want you to go fast. I want you to ask me for more than anyone else ever has. And if you’re a little rough… Well, I think I might just love it.”
He closed his eyes as though he were in pain. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
“You said earlier that you knew I’d never lie to you,” she reminded him. “And you’re right, I’m not a liar. I never have been, and I never will be. So that means I couldn’t possibly be lying to you when I say that I want all those things.” She paused a beat to let her words sink in. “So tell me one of your fantasies, Nash.” She smiled a wicked little smile, feeling sexier than she ever had in her life. “And then we’ll make it come true.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nash tried to think straight, but how could he when Ashley was begging him to tell her his fantasies about her…and promising to turn them into reality?
She looked so delectable in her bra and skirt, her skin flushed with desire, her eyes dilated, her lips plump and well kissed. He’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her. But he’d never been with anyone as innocent as she was either.
He needed to go slow. No, the truth was that he needed to back away entirely. He needed to let go of her, leave her apartment, and let her return to her normal life. Ashley was a single mom who lived and worked in a small town. The last thing she should do was get involved with a musician who had a prison record. Granted, he hadn’t been to jail since his early twenties, but he still wasn’t good enough for her.
And yet…
He couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t let her go.
Not without tasting her. Not without taking her.
Not without giving her the best night of her life.
“I’ll tell you my fantasy,” he finally said in a low voice, “but only if you’ll agree to do everything I say.”
Her eyes grew big, and her chest rose and fell even faster. He could almost see the thoughts inside her head as the urge to retreat to her safe little world warred with the urge to be wicked.
At last, wicked won. “Okay. Start talking.”
Beyond relieved that she wasn’t kicking him out, he pressed another kiss to her sweet lips, then dropped his hands from her body and moved into the living room to sit in the middle of the couch.
“Step away from the door.” She followed his instructions, walking to the center of the living room. “Stop there…and take off your skirt.”
His voice was raspy with need. He was practically shaking from the strength of will required to keep from pouncing on her. But the longer he drew this out, the higher the anticipation would grow, and the better it would be. And not just for her. For both of them.
By the time they finally made love, they would both be ready to combust.
Her hands were remarkably steady, steadier than his would have been if he’d been the one pulling down the zipper at the side of the polyester skirt. Seconds later, the horrible fabric was falling to her feet. Her panties matched her bra, a light pink cotton. They might not have been silk or lace or satin, but they were still the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Now what do you want me to do?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Just stand there. Let me look. You’re so damned sexy. I don’t ever want to forget how amazing you look right now.”
Her cheeks grew even rosier, but she didn’t move to cover herself. Instead, she lifted her chin slightly and tucked her shoulders back to stand proud and beautiful in front of him.
His chest squeezed as he drank her in. And suddenly, something that should have been purely sexual felt like so much more.
“Your bra.” The two words sounded hoarse. “Take it all the way off.”
She licked her lips again, making them look even more kissable. He gripped the back of the couch to keep from jumping up and taking her on the living room carpet.
Slowly, she undid the clasp at the front of her bra. His heart was beating out of control, and all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. He felt like he was thirteen years old and about to see his first naked girl.
Only this was so much better, because he wasn’t thirteen. He was thirty-six years old and knew exactly how to give Ashley the ultimate pleasure.
At last, the bra sprang open, and she shrugged it off so that it joined the skirt on the floor. As his low groan reverberated through the living room, she held his gaze, as if silently saying that she would rise to every challenge he gave her tonight.
