Nash Brothers Box Set - Carrie Aarons Page 0,289

to lift my head higher to see over the edge of his king bed. And then he’s back, his long, agile body completely bared to me.

He’s gorgeous, all tan skin and dark hair, with the lengthy build of a swimmer. Broad shoulders lead to his trim torso and to narrowed hips. His cock displays itself prominently, not even bobbing in the air, that’s how rigid with arousal it is.

I’m about to scoot off the bed and onto my knees, because lord was it an ego boost sucking him off, but Fletcher is too quick for me. In seconds, he’s pinning me beneath him, all over our parts lining up in delicious synchronicity.

“I’ve wanted you like this for a very long time,” he whispers, his eyes vulnerable.

I nod. “I’ve fantasized about you.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “I’d like to hear all of those, in vivid detail. But for now, I want to live up to them.”

His lips take mine in a haunting, slow perusal. The kiss is gentle but searing, heartfelt but dirty. I have a feeling that everything I assumed about Fletcher Nash in the bedroom is going to be severely shattered in the coming hours.

A callused palm brushes my right nipple, and I gasp into his mouth. He swallows it, never letting up on the kiss as his fingers trace the outline of my breast. Languid digits explore my breasts, hitting all the sensitive spots that make my nerve endings come alive. By the time Fletcher pulls away from my mouth, I’m practically suffocating on my need to come.

With just kisses, he’s done that.

His head dips to my left breast, and he plucks my nipple with his teeth. I can’t stop watching him as he explores my body; it’s like I’m participating, but I’m not. I’m a voyeur, getting turned on simply from the act of watching him turn me on.

After a few minutes, he picks his head up and looks me in the eyes.

“I’m not sure how long I’ll last. So, I’m going to make you come with my mouth first. Your taste on my tongue, that’s what I want to remember far after this is over.”

Those words alone have me dripping wet arousal onto the sheets.

With that, Fletcher’s face disappears between my legs, and in another instant, I’m throwing my head back into the mattress.

“Oh, fuck, yes …” I moan loudly, because it’s been too long since a man’s mouth was where I desperately need it to be.

I’ve always loved sex. Everything about it, from the dirty to the intimate. It’s natural for me to crave foreplay and intercourse all hours of the day. The fact that I wasn’t feeding that need, especially with Fletcher, is a damn shame. One we’ll have to make up for over and over again tonight.

Especially, since this man knows what he’s doing with this mouth. He licks up my center, his tongue flat and wide, until I’m oversensitive and writhing. My fists dig into the sheets, and I want to grip his hair and grind down onto his face, but I can’t seem to move my rubbery muscles. That’s when Fletcher blows lightly on my clit, and I nearly catapult to the ceiling. But he doesn’t let up, following that up with a nip of his teeth on the bundle of nerves, and immediately inserting one digit between my swollen lips.

“Gahhh …” The sounds I’m making aren’t even intelligible.

Fletcher pumps me, adding another finger as I begin to almost yell. I can feel it building, the orgasm swirling like a devastating tornado low inside my core. And when he scrapes his teeth against my clit once more, I’m swept up, flying through the air with no care as to how I land.

I’m coming in breathy shudders and am acutely aware that Fletcher sits back on his haunches to watch me unravel. His eyes could make me come again, that’s how predatory they are.

“I want you inside me.” The whisper comes out as the wracks from my orgasm begin to leave my body.

“Let me get a condom.” He’s about to hop out of the bed when I put a hand on his arm.

“You don’t need one.” The imperceptible shake of my head has his eyes going wide.

My statement says that I trust him. That I know he’s safe, and so am I.

With the hand on his arm, I pull him toward me, until we’re lined up exactly how we were made to be. He fits me, and I fit him.

“I haven’t done this