Eyes sinking into the ocean of blue, she shook her head. “Let’s be safe. If anybody should know better, it’s me. But if it makes you feel any better, I want nothing more than to feel you inside me.”
His eyes darkened with lust, hearing her words of desire. Heat radiated off his body. Giving her an easy wink, he confessed with a growl, “My little gypsy woman…you’re making me lose my mind.”
Grabbing his wallet, he slid the condom over his solid length. Ember’s chest squeezed in complaint seeing him cover the silky flesh.
Seeing her scowl, Nash nipped her chin. “It’s all good, sweetheart. Wrapped or not, I plan on putting a smile on those raspberry lips.”
Her hands coasted over his wide shoulders, tangling in his hair. Lifting her hips in response, she nudged, sliding against the length of him in a pleading fashion. The stiff ridge rubbing precisely where she needed it.
“You rock my universe.” Her eyes danced. “Like never before.”
“Not yet I haven’t.” Anticipation thickened his tone. Sliding his cock along her seam, he teased and tormented, in a sensual dance of temptation. The indecent grinding brought her right back to the edge of climax.
“Nash, please.”
Giving in to her plea, he eased inside, the thick slide drawing a low moan from each of them. She tensed a bit, her shoulder shrinking inward, struggling to take in the fullness of him.
“So, tight…” Staring down, he stroked the damp hair from her forehead. Quiet murmurs filled the small space between them. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me in. I’m gonna wait for you.”
He took his time, pushing deeper, allowing her to adjust to the thickness. Ember molded around him, taking him in by degrees of inches, her body surrendering to the thick intrusion. When she thought she’d managed all she could take, he hooked the back of her knee in the crook of his arm, giving her more. She writhed beneath him, muscles yielding to the snug, heavy invasion.
He pulled out, offering a small thrust and then another, drawing a long hiss through her teeth.
“You okay?”
“Feels so…” Her voice fractured as zing delight swam through her. “Oh, yes. Please, God yes.”
He began a deliberate cadence of deep thrusts, hips pumping in a tireless pace, each disciplined stroke rooting out more pleasure than the one before. The sensation of it felt vexingly delicious.
Needing it faster and harder, she gripped his hips, tugging with urgency, but he resisted, forcing her to submit to his pace. The demand of it tipped her over the edge and she began to fly. Ember unraveled at the seams. Fingers slick from perspiration, she latched onto his thick wrist planted beside her head, nails digging into his flesh. She jerked and groaned, lifting her hips to meet his, her body rising to an incredible high as she came in long, voluptuous jolts. Nash dropped to his elbows, thrusting deep, shuddering and shaking, filling her with his own pulsing climax.
She didn’t know why but unexpected wetness leaked from the corners of her eyes.
He swept a trail of kisses over her neck and face, between each ragged breath. Feeling the slick of moisture, Nash brushed his palms over her hairline. Concern weaved across his forehead. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shook her head in a quick back and forth.
“You’re not regretting—”
“No. Not at all. I don’t know why—” Casting her eyes to the side, she attempted to avoid the look of concern burning in his gaze. Nash touched the tip of his nose to hers, pinning down her attention. Blue eyes filled with worry. “I’m not sure why I got a little emotional there for a second…I just…I don’t think anything has ever felt so good to me before.”
Tiny creases near his eyes deepened as a slow smile grew over his face, burnishing his cheeks with a crimson hue. The haughty grin burned so brightly it bordered on obnoxious.
Ember attempted to hide her embarrassment beneath the palms of her hands, but Nash collected them one at a time, lacing his fingers between hers, bringing them to his lips.
A severe blush covered her from head to toe. She twisted her head taking a gentle bite of his bicep. Her soft laugher carried through the quiet room. “Zip it, mister. No need to feed that ego of yours. It’s already as big as the state of Texas.”
Nash slowly stole his thumb over her bottom lip, dragging it downward until her lips parted. The shadow of the moon ignited the intensity in his eyes. “I’ll never interpret the word please the same way again. My dick’s hard just thinking about the way it slipped off your sweet lips. I’m completely ruined for life.”
Shamelessly, she squirmed at the fullness of him already growing inside. It hadn’t even been two minutes and the man was already hard.
“Please,” she said playfully, wiggling her hips.
He twisted his head in disagreement. Sifting his fingers through her dark hair, he tugged on the thick mane, rocking his hips against hers. “Try again.”
“Oh fuck,” she groaned.
“Close. Try again.”
He tangled his fingers deeper into her mane, tugged a little stronger and she whimpered from the pleasure of it. “Please, Nash.”
His eyes gleamed roguishly. The hushed rumble of his amusement reverberated through the room right before he withdrew.
“Hey, no, wait. I was serious.”
“So am I,” Nash assured, glancing down at his erection to make the point. “I need a shower.”
He curled a finger, motioning for her to join him.
Ember scurried from the bed and followed right behind him.
Working in a yoga studio, she’d seen more than her fair share of half-naked men, not to mention, living in Malibu came with some visual perks. Hordes of physically fit men littered the beach daily, their good looks enough to give any woman in their right mind a severe case of whiplash. However, she’d never seen a man look as sexy as Nash.
Breathing in the steam laden air, her hands sluiced over the dense muscles of his chest and back as sheets of water flowed over his sleek, bare form. The sensual moment ranked as one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced. She nearly had to pick her mouth up off the shower floor when he turned his face into the cascade of water, sudsy water flowing over his firm butt.
After sharing a shower, they fell into bed, indulging in another round of no holds barred sex. He was wickedly thorough and creative, constantly praising her flexibility as he twisted her into positions that were going to make her blush when the sun came up.
As the night played out, the term good lovin’ took on a whole new significance. He gladly assisted her with several more orgasms, and that was only if she didn’t consider his kisses to be an act of sex all by themselves…which was a strong likelihood.
The man was a seriously good kisser.
Chapter 12
Ember
Every time you make a choice, a decision, your life forks off into a new possibility.
Early morning sunshine filtered through the windows, warming the back of her legs. Ember slept, exhausted and sedated, one arm and leg sprawled out over his body. Her soft curves conformed perfectly to his hard muscles.
Reaching blindly across the bed, she found a handful of cold rumpled sheets. Lifting her head from the pillow, Ember peered over the edge of the bed searching for his clothes on the floor, but they were gone.
A cold ache snapped in her chest.
When she invited him to stay, she assumed, kind of, that the night might be a one-time deal, but the reality of it stabbed at her conscience. She’d never participated in a casual sexual encounter and even though he’d brought her to an incredible high, the morning after was going to bring her to her knees.
Dragging herself from the comfort of her bed, she trudged across the wood floor to the bathroom, avoiding her reflection in the mirror. No need to see the image of her dejected face in the full morning light. It already hurt enough.
Many of her friends shared stories of no-strings attached encounters, exploring their sexuality, owning it as
a rite of passage for their twenties. She never judged, and on occasion envied, their lighthearted attitude. She often wished she could do the same, but the likelihood of guilt and regret that would follow had never been worth the risk.
Until now.
However, it wasn’t regret, or shame, or disgrace tapping on her subconscious, it was some strange version of lonesomeness wrapped up in a package of longing. Typically, she relished in the solitude of being alone, but Ember wanted to wake up to him lying beside her.
She plodded back to bed and fell facedown onto the mattress, drawing in a deep cleansing breath. The sunny scent of him still lingered in her bedsheets.
Shoving a hand into her squishy pillow, she covered the back of her head with it, burying her run-on rant into the bedding. The self-admonishment and reprimand went on and on, listing everything she’d probably never forgive herself for, no matter how good it felt. “I can’t believe he left. Jerk. Damn he was amazing. We were amazing. I’m never going to be able to face him.”
She jolted feeling the mattress compress beside her hip.
Instant mortification sent chills skittering down her spine.
Ember laid there, naked, panting into the crumpled sheets.
“I’m back to being a jerk already?” His tone, soft and quiet, bordered on amused. Nash removed the pillow from the back of her head, but she refused to move. “Ember, sweetheart, roll over.”
She shook her head but twisted her neck to breathe a little better. Slipping the tangles of messy morning hair from the side of her face, he brushed a sweet kiss to her shoulder.
Peeking at him with one eye, Ember didn’t think it was humanly possible for him to look more attractive than the night before, but the scruff on his face and sunlight brightening the irises of his baby blues sent her heart into a tailspin.
“Look at me.”
“I am looking at you.”
“You thought I cut out early?”
Her shoulder lifted in the tiniest of shrugs.
“I take it, that upset you?”
After a few beats, she nodded.
“Good.”
The single word sparked a host of exasperations. Nose wrinkled, she wrenched her head to the side, twisting her body beneath him.
A smile, audacious and burning with arrogance, crossed his lips. “After last night, I would’ve been pissed too if I’d woke up to find my bed empty.”
The feelings of rejection that had filled her mind vanished, lost to his gorgeous grin. Ember didn’t resist when he eased her onto her back, she merely drew her hands over his t-shirt clad shoulders.
“Now—” Nash growled playfully pressing a trail of quick kisses and bites up her throat. “Bee made coffee, but she said you prefer chamomile t—”
“Shit! You talked to Bee?” Layers of colors enhanced her already pink cheeks.
“I’ve known Bee since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. I was just glad I got dressed before I walked into the kitchen. It’s been quite a few years since she’s seen me naked. I’m sure one of us would’ve been embarrassed…probably me.”
As he spoke, all she could think of was the weight of his body and how amazing it felt bearing down on her. A slow rolling simmer began to churn inside.
“Really?” Dropping her hands to his hips, her knuckles skimmed along the tense muscles of his lower abdomen, fingertips dipping behind his belt buckle. “I’m sure there’s a story in there somewhere.”
“She’s stitched me up once or twice. I’ve got a meeting this morning—” His words trailed off, burying a soft grunt into her hair when she grabbed hold of his cock, stroking, coaxing, tempting.
Ember shoved at his shoulder until his back sank into the bed. Climbing over him, she settled between his thighs, resting her bottom atop her crossed ankles. She unbuckled and unzipped, releasing his taut erection from its denim confines. The man was so big, she thought she might not fit all of him in her mouth, but she was going to give it her best effort.
Sunshine streamed across the bed, dramatically revealing every bit of his masculine beauty in the morning light.
Ember gazed at him with startling intensity.
Nash was the most exquisite thing she’d ever seen. It wasn’t merely the size of his cock, it was everything. The texture and color of his tan skin, the perfect amount of dark silky hair covering his well-defined torso, brick after brick of his drum-tight abs, the veins running down the length of his perfectly built arms.
The abundance of ruggedness he possessed was dizzying.
Mouthwatering.
Hair cascading over one shoulder, she bent over him, flicking her tongue on the ridge of his engorged head. “So, you have a meeting…go on.”
“Hell, I don’t remember what I was saaaying.” A deep groan drifted from his open mouth. “What day is it? Fuck, what month is it?”
Satisfaction perked the corners of her lips.
She sat upright and stretched across his chest, taking a drink of hot tea.
“Is this something I’m supposed to fast track or can you be late?” she asked, right before taking him into the searing heat of her mouth.
“Christ Almighty, your mouth—” A rough guttural moan escaped him. “So hot…so fucking good.”
Relinquishing her stare to the project at hand, Ember gripped the base of him with one hand while the other roamed over his abs and chest. He watched with keen interest as she took him deeper.
Beneath the points of her elbows, his heavily muscled thighs turned to stone under the assault of her mouth. Nash delved into her hair, fingers spread wide, clasping tightly around her skull. His grip, assertive yet not forceful, applied the perfect amount of pressure turning her heartbeat into a ramshackle rhythm of chaos.
The thickness of him swelled. He offered a raspy warning of sorts, “I can’t hold onto this, sweetheart. Turn around. Come sit on my face, so I can take care of you.”
Pausing, she murmured around the rigidness, “I’m not a fan of the sixty-nine. I want to taste you.”
She added a sultry please for good measure, but her words of request sent him flying. Blue eyes glazing over, his body strained from his toes to the sinewy muscles cording near his neck. Ember took him deeper into the suction of her mouth until long, throaty, release-filled groans of appreciation floated above her head in a cloud of boisterous compliments.
Panting, she sat upright explaining, “I’m not good at multitasking. I can’t do those two particular things at once, so I guess you could say I’m a thirty-four and a half.”
On a husky grunt, he flipped their positions, pinning her to the bed. “Whatever you are, I’m totally into it.”
“Is that sooooo?” Her question spilled into a moan as his wickedly talented fingers pushed into the slick furled flesh.
Nash seemed to know exactly what she needed, his thrusts more intent and potent than the night before. Her hips caught in a pleasure-arch, grinding against his hand, searching and pleading for more.
The silence of the room filled with her breathy cries of luxurious bliss. He looked at her, eyes glassed over, wonderment mixed with determination, almost as if he couldn’t believe she was real. Sensations gathered force, her core tightening around the pleasant invasion. She came in a rush of tremors, her shoulders curling inward with each intense contraction.
Nash dropped to an elbow, propping his head in the palm of his hand. Satisfaction softened his rugged features. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, eyes drifting behind heavy lids, indulging in her sweet essence. Attempting to share, he brushed the tips of his fingers to her lips, but she twisted her neck, giggling.
His eyes glinted. Sinful temptation lurked in the depths of bright illumination, imploring her to try. Heat radiated from the apples of her cheeks, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Their eyes locked, she opened, drawing the warmth of his finger into her mouth.
“Now, I know you’ve enjoyed our time together so much that you’re going to want to call me no less than three times, prob
ably five, to tell me how much you miss me, but—” Unable to keep a straight face, his eyes twinkled naughtily. “I’ve got some business to attend to today and seeing how you’re determined to keep personal separate from business, I won’t be able to pick up the call. However, I will be dropping by around six o’clock to take you to dinner, if you’re so inclined?”
Uncontainable laughter shook her upper body. Excitement and giddiness flourished inside.
“I’m inclined,” she responded, adding, “Not to bring that ginormous ego of yours down a notch, but I won’t be able to call you today because I have a hot date.”
His expression soured.
“With Mr. Montgomery.”
Moving to his feet, Nash tucked, zipped, and buckled. He bent, rocking her world with another long, lewd kiss, before walking out the door.
Leaving her with another vision of his glorious assets.
The last thing she wanted to do was face Bee and Mr. Montgomery wearing a new morning shade of blush titled Orgasmic Overload. After a quick shower, she ambled warily into the kitchen. Fortunately, the only thing waiting for her was a note from Mr. Montgomery and an egg white omelet atop the stove in a covered pan.
Need to reschedule our meeting.
Monty
Concern pinched her brows into a deep V reading his scratchy handwriting. She wished he’d left a reason for the cancelation. Ember certainly didn’t consider Mr. Montgomery a chatty person, but he was never that short on words.
Sensing something was wrong, she devoured breakfast, changed into jeans and boots, and hopped in her father’s truck that was parked in the garage. She needed to text JC before heading out to the stables. Another round of excruciating heat flushed her cheeks staring at the phone in her hand, deciding what to say.
Ember – Morning. Not sure if I’ll have time to pick up my car today. Is it cool if I pick it up tomorrow?
Her phone chimed before she could even get the truck in reverse.
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