could before using my feet to push them off the rest of the way.
It turned into a tug-o-war with each of us pulling and tugging at each other’s clothes. When we were both naked, there was a moment. We both stopped and stared at each other with our chests heaving up and down. It was the point of no return. This was the last chance I had to back away.
I reached for him and pulled him against me. He collapsed against my chest. His hot skin covered mine. The contact scorched me in the best way. I could have orgasmed with just his large body pressed against mine. I groaned as his mouth covered mine. He slowly slid his body up and down mine, rubbing everything against him and vice versa.
I was hot. So hot. I felt like I was going to implode. Everything felt too good. When he slid to the side with one of his legs wrapped over mine, I immediately longed for the contact. My hand reached for his defined bicep as I tried to pull him back over me. “Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Not a chance in hell,” he answered as his hand slipped down my chest. He groped my breast with an intensity that had not been there before. Then it was over my belly and between my legs. A gasp escaped my lips when his hand stroked over my mound.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed. “Holy shit.”
“Touch me.”
He slid his fingers down my slit. My body opening to him like a flower opening to the sun. His finger slipped inside me and I was certain I was going to pass out. He massaged over my clit several times, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm.
“Do you want it?”
“I want it. Please, Nash.”
His mouth closed over mine again as he pushed in a second finger. The unexpected pressure and stretching combined with his kiss shredded the last of my self-control. My mind and body tumbled into a warm, happy place full of ecstasy. My body arched, rising to meet his hand and take his fingers deeper inside me. His kiss intensified. His tongue shoved down my throat as his fingers pushed inside.
When the orgasm subsided and I felt like I was floating back down to earth, he moved over the top of me. I opened my eyes to find him watching me. I was a little embarrassed, but I felt too good to care. “You’re beautiful,” he said.
I reached up and stroked my hand over his face. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He smirked in that sexy, cocky way that drove me mad a moment before he was pushing inside me. All thoughts left my mind. It was all about what was happening and the way he felt inside me. I didn’t dare breathe or close my eyes. My gaze was locked on him. I couldn’t look away. It was terribly erotic. When he was fully seated inside me, I finally released the breath I’d been holding since he first pushed inside me.
“Damn,” he breathed.
A slow smile spread over my face. “Yes. Damn.”
“I’d love to take this slow, but baby, I’m burning for you.”
“Don’t take it slow. Not this time.”
His eyes darkened as he stared into mine. “This time?”
I was suddenly embarrassed. “I meant—”
He reached up and put a finger to my lips. “This time,” he whispered. “There will be a next time.”
I nodded once. “Okay.”
He began to move again. He rode me hard and then slow and then fast again. The man was a skilled lover. He knew exactly where to touch and when. By the time the next orgasm blossomed, I felt like I was going to explode. Then I did. He joined me, shouting out his pleasure in a series of vulgar but sexy phrases.
He lay beside me. His hand slid up and down my arm before casually trailing over my breast. I wanted to enjoy the moment. “Crazy,” I murmured.
“What was?” he asked. I could hear the languidness in his voice.
“This. I know you’re a man on the move. You are going to have every wealthy socialite jumping in line to be with you. I’m not exactly a mover and shaker in the city.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“I enjoyed this,” I told him.
He grinned and nibbled my chin. “I know you did. I felt every last spasm.”
I pushed at his chest. “Stop. You’re embarrassing me.”
“How?” he teased and kissed the side of my neck. “Because you were wet. Hot and tight.