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The sex was just icing on the proverbial cake.
Without a word, Nash took the glass from her once again, but instead of taking a drink, he set it on the counter. The clank of the glass on the granite echoed in the silence. His strong hands glided over her silky gown at her sides as he eased her closer to him. The warmth of his fingers burned through the thin layer of material.
“I know something else that cures insomnia,” he murmured. “It’s quite a bit more grown-up than chocolate milk.”
With a firm hold around her waist, Nash leaned forward, sliding his lips over her jawline and down her neck. Trembling against his touch, Lily gripped his biceps and tilted her head back as he continued his path on down toward the slope of her sensitive breasts.
Nash cleverly reached up, easing the thin straps of the chemise down with just the brush of his fingertips. Lily lifted her arms, ridding herself of the straps and in a swift whoosh, the flimsy garment puddled at her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but his arousing touch.
Nash quickly took advantage of her state of undress and bent his head to continue his torture with those talented lips. Lily arched into him as he claimed her with only his mouth. While Nash thoroughly loved on her breasts with his hands and lips, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of his pants and shoved them down. A sense of urgency overwhelmed her.
Nash pulled away from her breast and before she could protest, he slammed his mouth onto hers. Wrapping her arms around him, she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him in place. Without breaking contact from her mouth, Nash lifted her off the ground, keeping her flush with his body.
Encircling his waist with her legs, Lily locked her ankles behind his back and clung tighter as he moved from the kitchen toward the hall. Lily clutched at his shoulders, angling her mouth to take the kiss deeper in an attempt to take some control. When he tried to break the kiss, her lips only found his again. She needed his mouth on her, needed that contact with a desire she’d not known before Nash.
He backed her into the wall before they made it to the bedroom door. Grabbing her hands from his shoulders, he plastered them beside her head and held her in place with only his hard, firm body.
“None of that,” he whispered against her lips when she tried to capture his mouth again. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, which means I’m in control.”
Lily smiled, tilted her hips toward him, pleased when his lids shuddered closed as he let out a low groan.
“You would tempt a saint,” he growled.
“I only want to tempt you.”
Nash’s eyes opened, focused on hers as he slid into her. Those cobalt baby blues demanded her attention, held her captivated as he set the pace. Lily couldn’t look away if she wanted to.
Everything about Nash was demanding, yet attentive, bold, yet nurturing...in bed and out.
As her hips met his and her hands continued to grip his shoulders, Lily watched Nash’s face. A myriad of emotions crossed before her eyes: determination, arousal, need...and love. She saw it as plain as she could feel him. The man loved her, but whether he was ready to admit it to himself was an entirely different matter. He had enough going on right now without professing his love to her.
Still, she couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved that he may have developed such strong feelings for her. Because she had already started falling for the simple groom with a complicated life.
Lily continued to hold his gaze as she trembled with release, and as Nash followed suit, he didn’t look away. Those bright blues stayed transfixed on her, sending a new wave of shivers coursing through her.
And when their tremors passed, Nash leaned his forehead against hers and whispered, “You’re more than I ever thought I was looking for.”
Eleven
Nash had no clue what the hell had transpired in the hall just moments ago, but as he lay holding Lily in his arms on the bed they’d shared for a week, he realized two things: one, she was more vulnerable than she wanted him to see; and two, he’d let some of his own feelings slip out when his guard had been let down.
He had to keep his emotions close to his chest. He couldn’t afford to reveal just how fast he’d started falling for Lily.
She was right when she’d said family meant everything to him and that’s why he had to remain in control. He had to grip tightly with both hands: the Barringtons in one and Lily and his baby in the other.
She shifted against his side, her hand drifted over his abdomen as she slid one smooth leg over his thigh. He’d carried her back to bed after they had frantic sex in the hallway.
Yeah, he was a real classy guy not being able to hold back long enough to take those few extra steps to get her into bed. She didn’t seem to mind. Actually if her moans and nails biting into his shoulders had been any indication, she’d rather enjoyed herself.
