Page 53 of Driven to Love

Addison’s chest rose and fell quickly. The color on her chest darkened to a rosy color.

My point.

She squinted at him, full of challenge, then stood and shimmied those tiny shorts from her hips.

He popped the button on his shorts and slowly unzipped, halting just shy of the point of no return.

Her brow shot up. She stood in front of him in less material than his shop rags. Her eyes flashed with power and not a hint of self-consciousness. Slowly and seductively, she reached around to unclasp the bra.

“Stop.” Nash’s voice was calm and commanding, which surprised the shit out of him. All the blood had rushed to his pants, and he couldn’t be sure of anything else, not even his tone. Hell, he was just happy he hadn’t squeaked.

“What’s wrong?” She reached for the blanket to cover herself.

“No. I want to do that.”

She dropped her arms.

In two steps, Nash stood in front of her. Close up, she was even more beautiful, with a light dusting of freckles across her collarbone.

She grinned and touched his stomach, her light fingertips trailing over his skin. “I won.”

His abs flexed, craving more of her touch, but he bit back the urge to lean into the feeling. Instead, Nash bent down, inches from those lush lips. “You touched me first, sugar.”

“What?” she sputtered.

Indignation looked good on her. Then again, everything did. Or nothing at all. He focused on her eyes, but God bless peripheral vision.

“Fine. You won. This time. Next time, we define the rules first.” She closed the distance and crushed her lips to his. The kiss was hungry. Powerful. And all consuming.

Nash cradled her face in his hands and gently laid her back on the bed.

Long, smooth legs slid up his and locked him to her. Hip to hip. Chest to amazing breasts. He slid a hand down the smooth skin of her neck, over the ball of her shoulder, to rest on the curve of her soft breast. He squeezed. Perfect mounds of woman encased in lace. But not for long. That barrier, no matter how thin, had to go. With deft fingers, he unclasped the one piece of clothing hiding them from him and whisked it away.

Leaning back, he took in the view. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“So I’ve been told.” She grinned.

Cocky. He liked it. He laid a bruising kiss on her lips, then pulled back. Her eyes were dazed, and those beautiful lips puckered from more abuse. “They weren’t wrong. But I don’t want to hear anything another man told you. Especially when I have you in my arms.”

She dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him closer. When he didn’t budge, she nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

He kissed her again. This time, it was soft and anything but sweet. Her scent enveloped him, urging him on like a man on a mission. Nash trailed kisses down her breastbone to her rosy nipples. Delicious. Salty. Creamy. Who knew a sassy woman like Addison would taste so sweet. He couldn’t wait to sample the rest of her.

Addison dug her nails into those sinuous muscles that banded Nash’s very fine torso. Cords of strength wrapped around the man’s flat stomach and up the “V” of his back. Mmm, she wanted to run her tongue over every single one of those muscles. And she would, but not yet. The man’s tongue was doing a little exploring itself by trailing down the side of her breast, under the weighty crease, and following a line from her belly button to the apex of her legs.

She settled back and enjoyed his exploration.

He crested the curve of her motherland, and she moaned and melted deeper into the mattress.

Her hips wiggled, urging him to move faster, but no, he took his own sweet time. “You’re enjoying this delicious torture, aren’t you?”

She wasn’t an impatient person by nature. She understood the reward of delayed gratification, but with Nash’s head between her thighs, her control was hanging by a hair.

“Oh!” A zing of pleasure lit her core. She clenched. His day-old growth rubbed against her thighs. The rough texture and her heightened nerves amped up every touch.

He backed off, and she whimpered.

She did not just make that sound… in front of Nash of all people? No. But then, he slid one finger inside, and she heard it again.