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She can’t stop the reckless thrill that skitters through her. There’s no reason to rush, yet she can’t help herself.
She grabs him by the collar, the move so rough she can’t be sure she doesn’t pop a seam, and drags him into her room. Inside, they stumble over Ash’s shoes, her purses and clothes.
Nathaniel’s hands are everywhere. His palms caress over her shape, removing her shirt in the process. As it floats to the floor, he cups her breast, a rough moan parting his lips at the sight of her nipple through the sheer material of her bra.
She holds her breath as he strips her down. It’s erotic, the primal way he slowly undresses her. Her bra lands on a chair. Then he’s on his knees, slipping off her boots, reaching up to untie her sarong.
It falls to the floor in a puddle of silk. Pleasure heats her core.
His big hands travel up her thighs. His warm breath pulses. “I’ve been wanting a closer look at these.” He sounds mystified. It’s one of the sexiest sights she’s seen, him exploring the roses, the vines, the lilacs on her thighs, before dipping his head to kiss his way up her legs.
One kiss against her lips. Then he stands and takes a step back.
“Fuck.” Nathaniel takes her in, looking like he’s been sucker punched.
Ash flushes, feeling vulnerable and sexy under his admiring stare.
“Do you know?” he rumbles, blue eyes shining with a gleam of lust, as he moves toward her, “how goddamn beautiful you are?”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she breathes out as her heart slams against her ribs. “Especially into my bed.”
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, taking her in his arms. “My morbid little beauty.”
She smiles, liking that.
He slides his hand to her hip and backs her up to the bed. And then she’s flat on her back, naked, and Nathaniel’s back on his knees. He parts her thighs.
“Twice in one day.” She lifts her head, takes in his smirking, gorgeous face. “You’re spoiling me.”
“Get used to it.”
Briefly, he ghosts his lips over the inside of one thigh. Then the other. Her pussy throbs. He licks over her damp slit, and a whimper escapes her.
He drapes her thighs over his shoulders. Tugs her close. Let’s out a ragged moan. “Jesus. You’re so wet.”
“Ugh,” she groans, latching on to his hair with one hand. “Please don’t use this against me.”
He chuckles. “Tell me that again tomorrow.”
“Asshole.”
“Ash.” His voice is hungry. Faintly amused. “Shut up and let me fucking taste you.”
Nathaniel twists the tip of his tongue against her clit. Ash gasps. The sound transforms quickly into a moan. That sweet spot detonated.
With his hungry mouth, he takes his time and teases her. Alternates his tempo. Slow, then fast. Honeyed and heated. He eats her deep and rhythmically.
Her face heats, her breasts. Her hips twist and buck, but he holds her to the bed. So close, so close to teetering over the brink, that fine line of excitement, lust and desire.
“Nathaniel,” she cries out, twisting his hair in her fingers. The pit of her back arches. “Faster. Just like that.”
He flicks his tongue over her clit, that tight bundle of joy. And then every one of her nerve endings liquefies. There’s a rushof heat as bliss blossoms over her. Her lower body rockets off the bed as she comes. A beautiful ache of surrender.
Finally, he gives her one last lick. Pulls back.
Ash lies prone, hand to her heart, certain she’s taken half of Nathaniel’s hair with her.
His grinning face appears above her. “You like to push? Well, so do I.” He holds her jaw, keeps his eyes locked with hers. “I like you on edge, Ash. I like knowing I made you come.”
