Sweet Rogue of Mine (The Survivors #9) - Shana Galen Page 0,74

at the pleasure filling her as he moved deeper. “Nash, yes.”

“You feel so good. I didn’t know how much I wanted this.”

She had known. She had known since the first time she saw him in the informal garden that she wanted him. She had imagined his body between her legs and his cock pushing into her just like this. But in her imaginings, it hadn’t felt this good. She could never have imagined anything that felt this good.

He slid even deeper, filling her completely as he sheathed himself to the hilt. His body was pressed intimately against hers as he began to move. She moved with him, his rhythm seeming second nature to her and the push and slide of their bodies causing delicious friction that caused her to gasp and sigh and, when he drove deeper, to moan.

His lips met hers on one of those moans, swallowing it as his tongue delved into her mouth. Her hands clawed at him, wanting more of him, wanting him closer. He broke the kiss, and his mouth moved to her jaw, his teeth scraping against her skin gently. He moved lower, still inside her, kissing her nipples and teasing them with his teeth and mouth. She arched her back, offering herself in a way she had never given herself.

She had thought this would be quick, a few thrusts and he would lie spent in her arms, but Nash showed no signs of flagging. He seemed to have all the time in the world to stroke and kiss, changing the rhythm of his movements inside her slightly even as he did so. As much as she liked his mouth on hers, she wanted the closeness now. She pulled him back until their bodies touched in every place possible.

“I won’t last much longer this way,” he said.

“Neither will I. I want to feel your heart pounding against mine. I want us so close our spirits can touch.”

He gave her a startled look, and she knew she had probably said something odd. She was always saying odd things before she could think better of them. But Nash nodded slowly. “I like that,” he said. “I want to know your spirit,” he murmured. “Intimately.” He thrust deep inside her, and she gasped and raked her hands down his back.

“Yes?” he asked as he withdrew then dove deep again, burying himself inside her.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

He moved slowly as the pleasure built inside her and became something more, something out of her control. Her body arched, pressing tighter against his as she sought the heat of him.

“Oh, God,” he said as her climax rushed over them both.

He withdrew only to thrust into her again. She was beyond comprehension now, her body soaring on acute pleasure, but she heard a voice that sounded like her own cry, “Again. Harder.”

He thrust again, deep and hard, and she came apart. She bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly as her body seemed to splinter into tiny points of ecstasy. And then, almost too soon, he was gone, pulling away from her and spilling his warm seed on her belly.

She knew he’d done this to protect her from pregnancy, and tears sprang to her eyes at the gesture. Of course, he would, even in this moment, protect her. She wanted to feel his cock pulse with pleasure as he climaxed inside her, but he wasn’t ruled by instinct, as she often was. At his heart, he was a protector.

She lay spent and breathless for a long, long time, listening to the rain on the roof and the thunder in the distance. At one point, Nash brought a wet cloth and cleaned her. Then he climbed into bed beside her and pulled her close. She burrowed into him, wishing they could do it all again. He kissed her temple, holding her gently as though he really cared about her.

Pru knew she shouldn’t allow that thought to take root, but she was weak and spent and not able to fight her own worst instincts. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining what it would be like to lie with him like this every night, to feel his strong arms around her and his heart thudding with desire for her.

Gradually, his grip loosened slightly, and he ran his hand over her body, squeezing the curve of her hip and stroking a breast lightly. “Are you cold?” he murmured.

“How could I be?” she asked. He was like a fire, creating his own heat. After