Nash Brothers Box Set - Carrie Aarons Page 0,112

he wrenches his key in the lock, and into the foyer.

I’ve never been here and can’t tear my attention away from our kisses to take a look at the place Bowen calls home. Maybe at another time, I’d be curious to see how his house is set up. I’d want to digest every detail, right down to the floorboards. Right this moment, it doesn’t matter.

Bowen sets me down, his lips leaving my mouth and trailing down to my jaw. I can barely breathe I’m so turned on. God, how long has it been since I felt this kind of desire? The kind that had me embarrassingly slick in my underwear, moaning loudly into the air with just the contact of his lips on my neck.

Ten years. It has been ten years.

He walks us backward, pulling his soiled shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind us. Muscles, farther than the eye can see, chord from his neck to his happy trail. He’s got more than a smattering of hair now, to demonstrate just how much he’s grown up. Dark, and thicker as it descends, I know that he’ll be all male below that belt. Bowen is rugged, a little dirty, and it’s making me grow wetter by the second.

I’m entranced, my eyes closing of their own volition, as Bowen continues to suck and lick at my neck as his large fingers reach for the hem of my shirt. In an instant, it’s gone, and then so are the bike shorts I pulled on in a frenzy to get over here.

Only when my back hits a wall do I gasp, reality creeping in. I’m half-naked in Bowen Nash’s entryway.

The door to reality is slammed quickly closed though, when I hear the pop of the buttons on his pants, and glance down to watch him drag the zipper open.

“The last thing I thought, as the house collapsed around me, was that I’d never see you again.”

My head snaps up. Those ocean blue eyes, the color of the eye of a storm, pierce me. I’m wordless, dissolving into him.

“For ten years, I’ve felt … empty. Destroyed. I am not me without you. And I was going to burn up in that house without ever telling you that.”

Bowen braces himself against the wall, looming over me, his free hand pulling my wisp of a bralette up and over my head. My hands go to his hips, pushing the rough fabric of his pants down and over them. I know the moment his cock springs free because I feel the weight of it on my arm, but our eyes are still locked on each other.

I tingle everywhere, my skin is on fire. Prickly, hot, uncomfortable, sensational … all rolled into one. I want him inside of me so badly that I could cry right now.

But what’s pulling at every ventricle of the muscle in my chest, are his words. Because I too am destroyed. I too am empty.

“Fill me up,” I whisper.

It’s an invitation, but it’s also a plea. Fill my heart, fill my soul. Use your body to make me whole again.

A low growl emits from Bowen’s throat. He wrenches my plain gray boy shorts down, and I step out of them. I’m completely naked, standing in front of him. He steps back a fraction, those blue eyes turning to melting icebergs as they trace the lines of my body.

I take my time too, staring at the Adonis who’s just toed out of his fire boots and kicked his jeans and boxers across the room. He’s so much bigger … everywhere. I gulp, need swamping me like the best kind of humidity. It sticks to my skin and sends a trickle of sweat down my spine. My eyes lower to the impressive cock bobbing between us, and I have to rub my thighs together to alleviate the friction zipping between my legs.

Bowen moves swiftly, picking me up again and smashing his mouth to mine. God, yes. I’ve been a woman on the verge of dying from thirst, and now I’m drowning. He maneuvers me until my back is pushed up against the wall and his arms are locked under my knees. I’m spread impossibly wide for him, spread eagle against his foyer wall, and some other time I might blush about this, but I’m so aroused that I can’t care.

My arms loop around his neck, my right hand burying in his hair and latching on. He hisses as I tug a little, but the pain