soft and dreamy. When she saw him, she laughed a little self-consciously. “I love her,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re a surprising man. I figured you for a country-all-the-way kind of guy.”
As Billie sang a sexy song about her Lover Man, Nash lifted his glass a bit. “A surprise a minute.”
When she raised her own glass to her lips and took a sip, he saw her gaze chase off. Nerves. He could feel them practically sizzling off her body and he didn’t want that.
He’d just met her the night before but there was something so familiar about her. It was as if he knew her. Had known her for years. He walked up and took the glass from her hand feeling the alertness that zipped through her body. Setting the glass on the counter next to his own, he shifted his stance to cage her in. He propped a hand on either side of her and leaned low enough that if he moved the tiniest bit, he’d be kissing her.
“Been wanting to do this since I saw you standing there with that sexy smile on your face.” Reaching up, he cupped her cheek and took the kiss slow. Teasing her with his lips, he pressed fully against her soft curves, heard the sexy little sound she made as she opened to him. His tongue slipped deep into the heat of her mouth and he tasted her acceptance, hot and sweet. He kissed her endlessly, drinking her breath, feeling her body quiver against him like a racehorse at the starting gate.
Lust whipped through him.
Every muscle in his body tightened in anticipation. Her lush curves were more temptation than most men could handle. Desire reached up and grabbed him as he sank against her. The need to possess lashed through him, primitive and savage.
Spearing his fingers through her hair, he grabbed a fistful of the silky stuff and drew her head back. He buried his lips against her throat, staking his territory there. Nibbling, tasting her warm flesh, he felt himself go hard. Behind the fly of his jeans, he throbbed. He wanted to take her now. Quick and hot.
Answering the demand, he stroked that hard length against her core. He made a hungry sound against the sweet-smelling flesh of her throat. “You burn me up,” he muttered. He took her mouth again, changing the angle as her arms clutched his waist. “Have to feel you, Scarlet. All of you.”
Reaching down he clasped her knee and lifted her, opened her. He slid his erection over her core, feeling her soften, feeling her move. Whoa. She had some moves.
Nash held her leg in place around his hips as he filled the other hand with her breast. She gasped into his mouth and he drank the sound, tasted her response.
The feel of her breast against the palm of his hand sent desire careening through him. She was lush, firm, and the thrust of her nipple against his fingers threatened to send him over the edge.
“Sweet.” His voice went rough. His thumb gently flicked the tender spot and he felt it go stiff beneath the pads of his fingers. Looking down, he watched as he plied her nipple.
Scarlet gasped and her head dropped back. “Nash.”
“I want my mouth there.”
“Yes.”
“Too soon.” He thrust his length between her thighs, felt her heat burning through layers of cloth. Too many damn clothes.
Nash knew he’d die if he didn’t touch her skin. Releasing her breast, he dipped his hand down and then cruised it up again beneath that little, stretchy top. Her belly was warm, her flesh resilient.
God.
No bra.
The hot, quivering, flesh of her breast sank into his hand like a prayer. Muttering a curse against her lips, he plucked the tiny hard nipple with his fingers, heard her breath suck in, and he plucked again, offering to ease the delicious torment. He wanted his mouth there. He wanted to taste that flesh with his tongue and suckle hard until she went wild against him.
Like a flash fire burning strong, whipping out of control, he thrust against her heat. She was wet. He knew she had to be. Every curve she possessed, and she possessed plenty,
As Billie sang a sexy song about her Lover Man, Nash lifted his glass a bit. “A surprise a minute.”
When she raised her own glass to her lips and took a sip, he saw her gaze chase off. Nerves. He could feel them practically sizzling off her body and he didn’t want that.
He’d just met her the night before but there was something so familiar about her. It was as if he knew her. Had known her for years. He walked up and took the glass from her hand feeling the alertness that zipped through her body. Setting the glass on the counter next to his own, he shifted his stance to cage her in. He propped a hand on either side of her and leaned low enough that if he moved the tiniest bit, he’d be kissing her.
“Been wanting to do this since I saw you standing there with that sexy smile on your face.” Reaching up, he cupped her cheek and took the kiss slow. Teasing her with his lips, he pressed fully against her soft curves, heard the sexy little sound she made as she opened to him. His tongue slipped deep into the heat of her mouth and he tasted her acceptance, hot and sweet. He kissed her endlessly, drinking her breath, feeling her body quiver against him like a racehorse at the starting gate.
Lust whipped through him.
Every muscle in his body tightened in anticipation. Her lush curves were more temptation than most men could handle. Desire reached up and grabbed him as he sank against her. The need to possess lashed through him, primitive and savage.
Spearing his fingers through her hair, he grabbed a fistful of the silky stuff and drew her head back. He buried his lips against her throat, staking his territory there. Nibbling, tasting her warm flesh, he felt himself go hard. Behind the fly of his jeans, he throbbed. He wanted to take her now. Quick and hot.
Answering the demand, he stroked that hard length against her core. He made a hungry sound against the sweet-smelling flesh of her throat. “You burn me up,” he muttered. He took her mouth again, changing the angle as her arms clutched his waist. “Have to feel you, Scarlet. All of you.”
Reaching down he clasped her knee and lifted her, opened her. He slid his erection over her core, feeling her soften, feeling her move. Whoa. She had some moves.
Nash held her leg in place around his hips as he filled the other hand with her breast. She gasped into his mouth and he drank the sound, tasted her response.
The feel of her breast against the palm of his hand sent desire careening through him. She was lush, firm, and the thrust of her nipple against his fingers threatened to send him over the edge.
“Sweet.” His voice went rough. His thumb gently flicked the tender spot and he felt it go stiff beneath the pads of his fingers. Looking down, he watched as he plied her nipple.
Scarlet gasped and her head dropped back. “Nash.”
“I want my mouth there.”
“Yes.”
“Too soon.” He thrust his length between her thighs, felt her heat burning through layers of cloth. Too many damn clothes.
Nash knew he’d die if he didn’t touch her skin. Releasing her breast, he dipped his hand down and then cruised it up again beneath that little, stretchy top. Her belly was warm, her flesh resilient.
God.
No bra.
The hot, quivering, flesh of her breast sank into his hand like a prayer. Muttering a curse against her lips, he plucked the tiny hard nipple with his fingers, heard her breath suck in, and he plucked again, offering to ease the delicious torment. He wanted his mouth there. He wanted to taste that flesh with his tongue and suckle hard until she went wild against him.
Like a flash fire burning strong, whipping out of control, he thrust against her heat. She was wet. He knew she had to be. Every curve she possessed, and she possessed plenty,
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