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“In the side drawer,” Nash croaked. “We’re going to need it.”
What? Skylar straightened. Why was he interrupting her now? When she was so close to…
Oh. It finally dawned on her. It’d been so long since she’d had sex that she hadn’t even had to think about protection. The idea almost seemed absurd. At least Nash was thinking straight. She reached over and pulled out the drawer, finding a box and pulling out a wrapped condom. The notion of him having a whole box in his side table made her hesitate for a second. But then again, why wouldn’t he? He was a good-looking, singleman. And tonight wasn’t about asking him about his previous love-life. It was about fulfilling a need. Her need, and his need.
She took her time slowly rolling on the condom. He bucked beneath her touch, as if he almost couldn’t bear to wait a single second longer. And neither could she.
Regaining her position above him, she locked her gaze with his and then dropped onto him. That second when he entered her was sweet torment. So long. So long since she’d given herself permission to feel this. She let her body take control. It knew what she needed. As did Nash. Big hands grabbed her hips, urging her on. She wanted to watch his face, to see if he was soaring as high as she was on this untapped emotion, this fervent need.
“That’s it, Skylar,” he murmured. “Take me, I’m yours.”
It was the sound of his voice that toppled her over the edge. That deep growl urging her on, telling her to take what she wanted, because he was right there with her. That he would never hurt her.
She let out a small scream of pure pleasure and rode the wave of her shuddering orgasm, higher and higher, until she collapsed onto Nash’s chest, breathing so hard she could’ve just run a marathon. Somewhere in the vague recesses of her mind, she registered Nash’s cries of passion as he, too, reached his peak.
Skylar had no idea how long they lay together like that. With her draped over his chest, his hands still resting on her hips. At last, her breathing returned to normal. Gently, so as not to hurt Nash, she clambered over to his uninjured side and lay down, still hardly able to believe what she’d just done.
“I’m sorry that was so quick,” she apologized. Skylar had thought men were the only ones capable of climaxing that quickly. In her previous life, it’d taken lots of foreplay and plenty of time and attention for her to orgasm. And with Craig… it’dhappened rarely, if ever. “It’s been a long time between drinks for me,” she added.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Nash retorted. “Fast, hot and dirty does it for me every time.”
“Oh, okay.” Skylar drew absentminded circles on his chest with her finger. “I was going to say we could try again. You know, get it right next time. Try for long, slow, and sensual. And if that didn’t work. We could try again. But if you don’t want to…” She let the words hang in the air.
She could feel Nash’s smile in the dark. “When you put it that way…” He rolled up onto his elbow to stare down at her. “I’ve got all night.”
He kissed her deeply, then rolled away, and it took Skylar a few seconds to work out that he was removing the condom.
But he was soon back in her arms, and she snuggled down into the crook of his shoulder. “I hope Schroeder didn’t hear us,” Skylar said sleepily into his chest.
“It’s probably the new guy from Cairns out there now. They change the police guard every eight hours.” Nash replied, just as sleepily.
“Oh, great. I’m not sure how reassuring that is,” Skylar groaned. “I think I’d prefer if Schroeder was the one who overheard us.” At least Schroeder was a known entity. Would she even be up to look this new cop in the eye in the morning?
She wondered about the propriety of what they were doing. Would Nash’s boss frown on him, consorting with the very person he was supposed to protect? Nash didn’t seem fazed by it, so she’d follow his lead.
Skylar almost giggled. In some ways, this was the ultimate form of protection. There was no safer place than lying in the arms of a police officer. Was there?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NASH WENT TO roll over in bed and remembered his injured leg as a jolt of pain shot through his thigh. All the activity last night hadn’t helped. But he wouldn’t change a thing. Last night had been so worth it.
He rubbed a hand across his eyes. It was still dark in his bedroom, but a glow of light could be seen along the bottom of his curtains, heralding morning. He was awake now, and as his leg began to throb, he realized there would be no going back to sleep. Pain killers and food, in that order, was what he needed.
But first, he turned his head on the pillow and came face-to-face with the most gorgeous woman he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. She was fast asleep; her face peaceful in repose. Mouth a plump rosebud, with a hint of pink about her lips. He liked to think that was from all his kissing. He hadn’t noticed before, but her eyelashes were slightly darker than the hair on her head, reminding him of the dark, sugary surface of a crème caramel. Strands of her honey-blonde hair fell across her face, and he gently tucked them behind her ear. She stirred but didn’t wake.
He would let her sleep. Get up and make some breakfast. Poor woman needed some rest, after what they’d been through in the past few days. As well as what they’d got up to last night. A shiver ran through him at the memory of her body melding to his. Of the way she’d thrown her head back in abandon as she climaxed on top of him. A single touch from her, and his mindwent to mush as his body lit up on the inside. It was a little scary, the way she affected him.
As gently as he could, he slipped out of bed. But his leg almost gave way the second he put his weight on it, and he had to grab for the side table to stop himself from falling.
The sound must’ve woken Skylar, because she sat up with a start.
“What?” Her sleepy eyes took a second to focus. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” She swiveled her head, her gaze searching the room for trouble.
“Nope, nothing’s wrong,” he said, enjoying the sight of those wonderful breasts suddenly bared for him to see. Then she seemed to come to her senses and dragged the sheet up to cover herself.
“I thought for a second…”
“No, we’re safe,” he soothed. “The guard on the door would let us know if there was anything wrong.” Which reminded him, he needed to go out and introduce himself to the new constable.
