there a single guy alive who wouldn’t
at least consider it? She should have kept her mouth shut. Why couldn't she
ever keep her mouth shut? And why should she even care what he did anyway?
Nash ran the towel in a rough swipe over his hair. “Know
what I want? Right now?”
Her stomach knotted at the look in his eyes.
His voice lowered. “I want to go back to your place, get
your hot little body under mine, have you wrap those gorgeous legs of yours
around my hips and fuck until we both explode. Together. ”
Lexi’s stomach muscles clenched and her heart beat kicked up
so hard and so fast she struggled to take a breath. She licked her lips, glanced
over at the other women. They were still watching and motioning to him.
Confident much?
“Nash, if you wanted to…don’t feel you have to… I mean,
don’t let me stop you. Really.”
The thread of sincerity in her voice was unmistakable this
time. Even she heard it.
He held out his hand to her. “I may not be able to guarantee
much, but I know this—you are the only woman I want right now. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“And Lexi?”
“Yes?”
His voice dropped, roughened. “I’m not bound by my word any
longer. Just so you know. We’re all square. Got it?”
Oh God.
She nodded, wouldn’t have been able to form a single word if
her life depended on it anyway.
“Let’s go,” he ground out, as he urged her up and off the
lounger.
He glanced back over at the women. They were looking at her
with envy as he kept her hand in his and tugged her after him.
“Damn,” he drawled. “Threesomes you said.”
She punched him on the arm. Hard.
“Ow.” He laughed.
Chapter Five
“This is not exactly what I had in mind,” Nash forced out
through clenched teeth.
Wasn’t even close. He’d had every intention of getting Lexi
flat on her back, naked, her legs wide and draped over his shoulders while he
did his best to make her come with his mouth. Again.
Except Lexi had had other plans, which is why he was the one
all the way naked and spread out on her bed while she checked out his hard-on
from between his legs. And man, he had the mother of all hard-ons. He’d had to
hold the damn towel in front of him the entire way back up to her place and
getting the wet running shorts off in his condition had been…a challenge.
He gritted his teeth when she curled her hand around his
length with a firm grip and stroked him from base to tip in a movement that was
slow and smooth and downright mind-destroying. Sensation rocked through him
from his dick to the soles of his feet and back again. He wasn’t much used to
slow and soft, and honestly? Not altogether comfortable with it.
“You gonna suck it or just admire it from afar?” he managed
when she stroked him again.
She raised her gaze to meet his. “You always in such a
hurry?”
Yeah. I was. Before I met you.
He shrugged. “It’s my M.O.”
She added a little twist this time that made his toes curl.
“Lexi…” he groaned.
She bent her head and his breath held but all she did was
trail hot, wet kisses up his inner thighs, skirting the slice that was already mostly
healed. His legs shifted, opened and he groaned, clenching his hands when her
cheek brushed against his balls. And then her mouth was there, and God, her
tongue.
Fuck.
“You’re sensitive there,” she murmured.
“Yeah…me and every other guy on the planet,” he all but
choked out.
She smiled and his dick twitched in response. As if it
hadn’t had enough stimulation.
“No, you really liked that.”
“I like anything you do, any way you want to touch me, so
yeah.”
She bent, her gaze locked to his as she flicked her tongue over
his balls again and the top of his head almost exploded.
“No. You like this . A lot.”
“So? Who wouldn’t?”
“Nash, jeez, why can’t you just admit you love it, that it really
does it for you, more than just ‘yeah, feels good’?”
Yeah, why was that? Because that would be giving her
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