Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
7
NASH
She nuzzles her face into my neck, pressing soft kisses against my skin. “I seem to recall that you made an offer back at your shop. Told me we could cuddle in front of the fire. Is that all you had in mind?”
Through the haze of lust swirling in my brain, it occurs to me that she’s avoiding my questions. She’s not going to share her story with me or tell me where she came from. She doesn’t trust me, and that thought makes something in my chest squeeze tight. I want to be the man she trusts with everything. I want to know all of her secrets and sins.
She belongs to me now, and I’ll never judge her. Never try to change her or abandon her. She’s safe with me. But she doesn’t know that yet. She needs me to prove myself and I’ll do that. Again and again, I’ll show her that I’m the man for her.
I can’t help smiling as her words register. “I knew you were there. How many days you been watching me?”
“Thirteen days, eleven hours, and eight minutes,” she answers without even looking at a clock. Maybe I’m not the only one that’s obsessed.
She’s fumbling with the button of my collar, trying to get it open. I flick it open with ease and say, “Tell me the truth. Did you peek on me in the shower?”
“Just once.” She stills. “Are you mad?”
“Honey, if I’d known you were watching, I would have put on a show.” It’s crazy to me. Just two weeks ago, the most important person in my world was me. Now it’s this beautiful woman beside me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Laura. I’d give her the whole world, lay everything at her feet if she told me to.
She giggles. “You have a great ass.”
“That’s not all I have that’s great,” I promise as I roll her onto her back, climbing on top of her. Dishes clatter to the floor, and I’m pretty sure one of the ceramic bowls just broke.
“Wait, the dishes—”
“Leave them,” I insist as I press more of my weight on her. Her soft curves fit perfectly against all of my hard planes. Fuck, I didn’t know it would feel this good. It’s like I’ve found heaven and for the first time, I understand why I survived. I was meant to be here. I was meant to become Laura’s, the same way she was meant to become mine.
“Nash,” she calls my name, arching her hips up to rub against the hard ridge of my erection. I’m pretty damn close to coming right here in my jeans, that’s the kind of power my woman holds over me.
I slant my lips over hers, our tongues tangling together. She tastes just as damn sweet as I imagined. All those moments of feeling her presence without getting to taste her have driven me near mad with cravings.
I kiss her until we’re both breathless and panting. If I’d known I had to go through everything in my life to get to this moment, I’d gladly have done it. There’s no pain or grief or heartache that I wouldn’t accept if I meant that I get to hold Laura.
I want to tell her that, to share everything in my heart. But she isn’t ready to hear it yet. She’s not ready for me to confess that she owns me. So I’ll show her the only way I can—with my lips and my tongue and my fingers. I’ll satiate her until I’m the only one on her heart and mind.
“Nash,” she murmurs when I move down further to press kisses to the valley of her chest. Her tits are heaving, and her voice is breathless, telling me I’m not the only one so deeply affected. “I have to tell you something.”
“Nothing could make me stop,” I promise her. Well, that’s not entirely true. I wouldn’t force her to do anything she isn’t comfortable with. She’s my whole world, and her needs will always come before mine. But outside of her telling me to stop, nothing will hold me back from claiming this beautiful woman.
“I’m new,” she finally mutters.
I flick open the buttons of my shirt she’s wearing and continue my exploration across her chest. She doesn’t have on a bra, and the thought that her tits have been brushing up against the soft fabric of my shirt all day has me nearly going out of my mind with need. I have to work hard to concentrate on what she just said. “You’re new at what?”
“You know...at this.”
I run my tongue around her nipple. Damn, she tastes like vanilla here too. How the fuck does she do that? Is it a superpower that only women possess? It’s something to think about another time.
I finally raise my face from her perfect, pert nipple. Something about her tone tells me she wants my full attention and even though I can’t see her, I can still show her I’m listening. “I don’t follow.”