Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“I didn’t?” Nash raised his brow in challenge. “You jumped away from the puking chick, tucked your tail, and ran. I would have been more than happy to tear off your clothes, fill every inch of your pussy to bursting until you begged, and fucked you until you screamed my name.”
“What makes you think I would have let you?”
“You panted. You whimpered. You clung to me. Your eyes begged.”
“That’s not true.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“We both know it is. You loved every minute of it. You were wet.”
“You can’t possibly know that.”
“I can. That night taught me exactly what you smell like when you’re aroused.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, leapt to her feet, and grabbed her bottle. “Coming here was a mistake.”
Haisley could say all she wanted that she wasn’t afraid of him, but something was spooking her. Something she’d allowed to keep them apart since meeting a few years ago. She obviously wanted to be wanted, but it was almost as if she viewed her desire for him as a weakness.
Why?
“It wasn’t.” He approached cautiously. “We’ve been circling each other for a long time. I’ve just been looking for a sign that you were ready to take this past banter and flirtation.”
“That’s why you didn’t shoot your shot? It wasn’t because…” She shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, not quite meeting his stare. “Never mind.”
“Because I didn’t want you? Is that what you thought?” Haisley didn’t answer, but the way she bit her lip and half shrugged, Nash knew he’d hit a bull’s-eye. “You were fucking wrong.”
Her gaze skittered up. For a moment, he saw her insecurity and hope. But she blinked and covered them with a brazen stare. “All right. You going to stop talking and prove it?”
CHAPTER FIVE
“I’ll do more than prove it. I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, baby.” Nash seized Haisley’s nape in one large palm. The other, he curved around her hip and yanked her flush against him. The shock of her softness nestled to his solid frame wrenched matching groans from their throats. He drilled down into her eyes. “I’ve waited so long to touch you. I’m going to ruin you utterly for anyone else.”
He had no fucking idea what made him vow that—the heat of the moment?—but even imagining another man’s hands on her made him homicidal.
A needy shudder rocked her body. She arched closer in blatant invitation, silken curves melting to his hard edges. They fit perfectly together. Desire scorched Nash’s veins.
In the moment, he swore she’d been made for him to fuck. God knew no other woman had ever twisted him in knots like this one. He loved that she not only kept him on his toes, but sometimes had him sprinting to catch up.
The thought evaporated when she wound her arms around his neck and dragged her nails against his scalp with a low moan. Something primal and ravenous unleashed itself from his mental chains. This woman might just be the death of him…but what a pleasurable way to go.
As his fingers crept up to fist her hair, he sealed his mouth over hers in a searing clash of lips and questing tongues. She tasted sweet, but her flavor had a darker, richer edge he’d never forgotten that was pure Haisley.
With a groan, he hauled her even closer as he bent and angled his throbbing cock against the soft heat of her pussy.
If she backed out now, he’d be hard-pressed not to toss her over his shoulder and cart her caveman-style into his bedroom. Even imagining burying himself in Haisley’s slick, soft cunt had his control fraying. And now that he’d gotten drunk on another taste of her lips, Nash didn’t think he’d survive tonight without her.
What about tomorrow? Whatever this was between them burned so fucking hot. What were the chances they’d be able to extinguish the fire before dawn? For the rest of their lives? Nash wasn’t convinced the ferocious ache she stoked would be snuffed out in a single encounter.
But that was a future-him problem. Nothing was stopping him now.
Haisley dragged her nails down his back in scorching trails, her lithe body writhing shamelessly against him as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Her satin rasped against his denim, filling the quiet only broken by their harsh, panted breaths and long moans. Nash cradled her lush ass in his big hands, squeezing and kneading as she hooked one silky thigh over his hip in blatant invitation.
With a low, guttural growl, he hoisted Haisley up until she straddled his waist. He pinned her against the nearest wall as she arched and gasped, grinding against him in a maddening tease.
“Naaash,” she moaned.
Mindless with desperate desire was exactly how he craved her.
“I’m here. You’ve got me,” he vowed, his lips making a molten trail down her soft throat. “All of me. As many times as you can take me tonight.”