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“You’re fucking killing me,” he said roughly, chest heaving as she spread her legs slightly and slid her fingers deep inside. His hands reached for her, but she shook her head.
“No. You watch.”
She loved the way his eyes darkened to shiny black orbs, their depths reflecting a primal hunger that touched them both. He looked at her as if she were a tall glass of water and he was dying of thirst. She circled her clit and gasped as a delicious shudder racked her frame, and watched in satisfaction as he undid his jeans. The large bulge that sat there attested to his state of arousal, and the smell of her own excitement was thick in the air.
Her fingers circled faster, and she watched hungrily as he let his cock free. It was fully engorged, heavy with desire, and she licked her lips as she bent forward to kiss it. Nash had other plans, though. He growled like an animal, and before she could react, his hands were on her hips. He pulled her close so that his head was directly between her legs.
“Wider,” he commanded gruffly, his fingers digging into her flesh as she did his bidding. She’d have bruises there for sure, but at the moment, she didn’t give it another thought. There was no more foreplay. No kissing or stroking or licking or fingering. Nash put his mouth on her and plunged two long fingers deep inside. He curved them upward and almost immediately found her G-spot.
She went rigid for a moment and then sighed, rocking into him. “God, Booker. You’ve done this before.”
“Little bit,” he replied with a wicked grin before tackling her clit and nearly sending her over. It felt so damn good, and Honey cried out as he worked her over. The man knew his way around a woman, and she had to put her hands on his shoulders because her knees had gone liquid. An intense pressure began to build, spreading a fire that squeezed and contracted and grew into an inferno.
Nash licked and sucked—his fingers drove her mad—and he uttered dirty, dirty things. Things that would give a nun a heart attack. But Honey was no nun, and his words heightened the pleasure. Her body was slick with sweat, and she gyrated aggressively, urging him to go faster, to touch deeper, to push harder. He obliged wholeheartedly, and she shattered against him, her body shaking so badly, she collapsed against him.
“That was….” She had to catch her breath. “It was…”
“Yeah.” His voice was ragged, and she knew he was just as affected as she. And it was only the beginning. “I know.”
“No.” Honey finally caught her breath. “That’s not what I meant.” She slid down his body and yanked at the waistband of his jeans.
“What was that exactly?” A slow wicked grin crossed his features.
“That was just the appetizer. If you want the main course, you better get these off.”
Nash was a good listener. He lifted his hips, and it didn’t take long for him to be completely naked and ready for her. He glanced over his shoulder toward her bedroom, but she dropped a kiss to his lower abdomen. “Trust me, Brooke is out for the night. Sit back and relax.”
“That’s easy for you to say.” His voice was rough. “I’m gonna explode.”
“Not yet, you’re not.”
Honey kissed his stomach. She loved the way his muscles moved as they clenched in desire. The way his body was hard and defined and so incredibly male. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered against his skin.
In her eyes, he was the perfect male. Tall. Well built, with strong shoulders, lean hips, and muscular legs. Nash Booker was all man, complete with rough edges, and the kind of strength people gravitated to. It was physical, but it was also inside him.
Her nostrils flared as she focused on his erection. Carefully, she wrapped her right hand around his dick and began to massage him from base to tip. He was highly aroused, and she knew it wouldn’t take long. Already, the end of his penis gleamed with moisture. When she lowered her head and took him into her mouth, he groaned and raised his hips. All those sinewy, tough muscles contracted so tight, she felt their definition through his skin.
Honey tilted her head so she could watch him. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock and then licked her way down the shaft. She did that several times, noting the sheen of sweat on his forehead—the look of pleasure and pain in his eyes. With a smile, she took him in her mouth once more. She suckled him, worked her tongue and hands, and when he made a guttural sound, she knew he was right there with her.
“I can’t hold back,” he growled, hands in her hair as he tried to pull her back.
“No,” she murmured, opening wide and loving every inch of him. “I want all of you.”
“You sure?” he ground out.
“Damn sure,” she murmured, holding him steady.
He came hard and jerked his hips, but Honey held on until the end. This was one ride she was taking all the way. She might have lost control earlier, but right now, she was in the driver’s seat, and it felt exhilarating to have this kind of power over someone like Nash.
After he was spent, he finally relaxed, and Honey slid up his body, curling into him and grabbing up the heavy cotton throw at the edge of the sofa. There were no words. Just touch and feel and sound. He lay back, and she settled against him, her body fitting perfectly in his arms as if she’d done this many times.
Truthfully, this was the first time she’d ever had a man in her place and let him stay. She’d never been in a relationship before. Never felt the need to go that extra mile. She could count on her left hand the times she’d had a man back to her place. Even then, after sex, she’d kicked their asses to the curb. But Nash was different. With Nash, she didn’t mind the intimacy. In fact, it felt kinda good.
And that was something she didn’t want to think about, at least, not yet. She closed her eyes and thought, this is what it feels like to be safe and warm and content. Of course, that part of her that had gotten her through many rough patches gave warning. It was a little voice at the back of her head that told her not to get too comfortable because this would all go away.
Eventually, everything good in her life did.
Which was why several hours later, when Nash asked her to come to his parents’ place for Christmas dinner, she said no.
