Nash Brothers Box Set - Carrie Aarons Page 0,41

so much, I’m sick. Presley gives me just as much passion back, rubbing herself against my groin as her hands tangle in my hair.

“I want you. Now.” I breathe into her mouth.

This woman makes me crazy. I carry her up the steps to my porch and back us into the front door, pressing her into it as we kiss softly, slowing down while I fish my keys out of my pocket.

“A little hard, huh?” She half-moans, half-teases.

She’s talking about how difficult it is to get my keys out of my jean pocket, but just to make her swallow her joke, I press my pelvis into hers. The movement elicits a pained groan, and I know I’ve served her that spoonful of snark right back.

Finally, after what feels like hours, I jimmy the damn door open, slamming it shut with my foot as I mount the stairs up to the top level of my house. Once I’m on the main living floor, I head straight for my bedroom, only halting when Presley’s hands begin to pull at my T-shirt, begging it off.

“You want this off, huh?” I smirk, holding her around the waist with one arm while using the other to grab the material at the back of my neck and pull it over my head.

Presley deflates into me like a lust-drunk balloon. “Dr. Nash, did you just pull a porn move?”

“Maybe. Did it turn you on?” I can already see the answer in the dim lamplight of my bedroom as I set her down on wobbling legs.

Those green eyes spark as they take in my bare chest. “More than you know.”

We’re only inches apart, but in the time I’d set her down and turned the light on … my body missed hers like we’d been separated by a continent. And while I wanted to do this fast, good God did my cock want to release into her right this second, I also wanted to take my time. This would be the first of many nights with Presley, of that I was sure. I was about to have this woman in the most intimate way possible, and now that she was giving me all of her, I was not going to let her go anywhere.

Christ, I was half in love with this woman and she’d only just come into my life. I was the epitome of that saying, “we plan and the universe laughs.”

Going to her, I take her waist in my hands, massaging the cloth there until she begins to lift her arms, signaling that I should take off her gauzy white tank top. I oblige, slipping the whisper of material up, up, up her body and over her head. I have to clench my ass cheeks together inside my jeans when my eyes rake over the woman in front of me.

I’ve seen Presley naked before … hell, she’s been in my house naked. But this is more charged … the air is thick with sex and impending orgasms. I can taste it on my tongue, and I want to take the charged tip of it and lick right up her seam.

She reaches behind her back and unclasps the tan, lacy bra holding her perky breasts. The undergarment falls away, and my fingers trace her skin, racing to see which can cup each perfect handful first. The color of her here is paler than the rest of her, outlined from the sun and free of those adorable sun freckles she gets. Her breasts are like pure cream, sweet vanilla ice cream topped with the ripest cherries.

I bend, using my teeth to pluck her right nipple, relishing her groan of pleasure and pain right before I suck it whole into my mouth.

“Keaton …” She sighs, her body sagging against me.

We’re chest to chest, our skin creating more friction than an electric current, as I move us to the bed. Before I climb on top, I help her out of her jean shorts, smoothing my hands down those long legs until Presley is writhing on the bed, reaching for me. She’s an offering, lying atop my comforter and sheets in nothing but a white lace thong. From here, I can see the wet, bare flesh of her core, and I bite my lip as my cock jerks once more in need of attention.

Only when I strip myself, Presley watching with such heat in her eyes that I nearly come when I tug myself free of the zipper, do I go to her.

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