Read Online What Not to Were by Dakota Cassidy - Free Book Online Page B

deeply imbedded inside her.
    His slick thrusts made her dig her nails into his back, grind against him until her head swam, and that tendril of white-hot heat bloomed into a raging fire, a quest for fulfillment.
    Neither of them denied the rush of climax, it happened suddenly and simultaneously, each of them lost in the wonder of this pleasure they’d found with one another.
    Nash’s low groan tickled her ear, the flex and release of his muscles matching her own as they sought their final release—together.
    Calla’s breathing wheezed from her lungs as she gasped for air while Nash smoothed her hair, damp from perspiration on her forehead.
    Raising himself up on his elbows, he gazed down into her eyes. “You, Miss Cupcake Maker, were totally worth the wait.”
    She giggled beneath him, sighing into his mouth when he took her lips and gave her a quick kiss. “Just you remember that, Cowboy,” she teased, content and so happy her toes tingled.
    “What just happened here is something I’ll never forget.”
    Snuggling beneath him, she let Nash roll her to her side, tucking her back close to his chest. He nipped her shoulder and whispered, “Stay the night?”
    “Like you could get rid of me.”
    “Will Ezra and Twyla Faye worry?”
    She loved that about Nash. He was always thinking of everyone around him. “Are you kidding? If I’d let him, he would have bought a subscription for the condom of the month club after our first date. You have Gramps’ seal of approval.”
    Sliding his hand over her ass and slipping it between her legs, Nash chuckled, the deep rumble penetrating her back. “Phew. He’s a tough old codger to impress. Glad to have passed inspection.”
    “Enough talk, Cowboy. There are raffles and pools all over Paris tonight betting on whether we’re making each other’s eyeballs roll. You’re better get to the business at hand or suffer the humiliation when I tell everyone we only did it once.”
    Cupping her breast, he moaned a laugh when she arched her back against him, his cock rigid again. “I’m a little crazy about you, you know that, Cupcake Lady?”
    Leaning into his hand with a soft purr, she smiled.
    She knew.
    She really did.

Chapter 6
    R eaching upward, Calla stretched her arms, numb from sleeping in the same position all night long—in Nash’s strong embrace.
    A warm thrill shot through her when she remembered last night, and not just their incredible lovemaking, but how well loved she felt once she’d revealed everything to him.
    How secure and sexy he’d left her feeling made her smile just before she yawned. She knew she should get up and see if Nash had some toothpaste she could scrub on her teeth with her finger, but his strong body, still in sleep, kept her in the bed.
    She forced the small niggle of regret, that she’d put Nash on the spot the way she had, out of her head. It was the only way she’d felt comfortable enough to do it, like ripping off a Band-Aid.
    Her last encounter had been horrible. Turned out, Reed claiming he understood what he’d see versus actually seeing it was just cheap talk. It had been humiliating entering an encounter with anticipation, only to find herself shunned and rejected.
    Going into last night, Calla had opted to show rather than tell, rolling the dice and gambling that Nash would love her anyway.
    She took a deep breath and sighed a happy sigh at how right she’d been.
    Calla peered over at him. He rested on his side, the morning sun peeking through the illusion he’d created last night, giving his skin a glow. She rolled to her side, too, admiring how beautifully sculpted he was, with his long lashes sweeping across his cheek and his thick dark hair tousled from sleep.
    Inching closer, she ran the palm of her hand over his chest, reveling in the heat of his skin. Moving in, she brushed her lips against his nipple, making him stir. He groaned and shifted, catching her hand in his.
    Then he stilled, becoming almost frozen in