He smiled over his shoulder and accepted the tools as I handed them to him. Ten minutes later, we both stood across the room and stared. “What do you think?”
“It’s gorgeous, Nash. Really amazing.” I turned to watch his strong profile, straight nose, rugged jaw and cheekbones made of granite. He really was too damn beautiful. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Vivi.” His gaze connected with mine and the moment was charged. Heated. It felt different than the other moments, but maybe it’s because we were in my bedroom and despite all the chemistry and attraction between us, this was a line we hadn’t crossed before.
But my mind was on a mental break from being up all night working on Sweeter Nothings to getting up early to start cooking. “There’s only one thing to do now. Test it out!”
I turned to face Nash, who just smirked at me as I backed up to the foot of the bed. “How exactly do we test out a headboard?”
I knew what he was thinking because I’d thought it at least a dozen times since I opened the door. “Make sure its attached properly, of course.” I leaned back until my gaze was on the ceiling. Gave a little wiggle to see if it shook like my old one. “So far, so good. Want to test your craftsmanship?”
There was a challenge in his eyes and I had to close my own because this was definitely too damn cozy. “Well now I have to, don’t I?”
“You don’t have to. You could just endure endless teasing until I grow tired of it.”
“I’ll take my chances.” His weight shifted the bed beneath me and he was so close my body tilted slightly towards him. “Damn, this thing is comfortable.”
“Best sleep I ever had without a doubt.” But the more our skin touched, the hotter my skin became. The faster my pulse raced and the wetter my panties got. It wasn’t smart, us lying on my bed like this, the air between us so charged it could have powered the whole town. The air crackling between us forced my gaze to his and dammit, I wish it wouldn’t have because the dark, wanton heat in Nash’s fiery blue eyes hit me low in my belly. “Nash.”
“Vivi,” he groaned, a tortured sound that should have been a turn off but apparently it wasn’t because the next thing I knew, our lips were fused and our bodies pressed together so deliciously I never wanted to part.
Nash’s mouth was all over mine, his lips were firm and insistent until mine opened and then his tongue, warm and tasting faintly of coffee, slipped inside and stole every last coherent thought from my brain. My hands slipped under the hem of his t-shirt, sliding up hot hard skin as my hand glided over a rippling six pack that tore a groan from him.
“Vivi,” he said as he pulled back, blue eyes blazing with heat and chest heaving.
“Nash. God, yes!” If he was going to force me to say it, then I wanted there to be no confusion. This thing between us was a mistake, I was sure of it and equally sure that no good would come from it. Aside from orgasms, because I was pretty sure those would be spectacular.
“You sure?”
“Not at all,” I told him honestly and yanked that damn t-shirt over his head. “But am I gonna stop?”
“Hell, no?” His laugh sent ripples up my skin but his gaze sharpened and then those luscious lips were on my skin, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touched. “Too many fucking clothes,” he grunted and got rid of my shirt and then my bra. “Holy fuck, Vivi. Gorgeous.”
My skin flushed at his words and I smiled. “You stole the words right from my...ah, mouth,” I groaned when his lips began moving south to my neck, nibbling my collarbone before his tongue teased the skin between my breasts. “Nash.” My hands fisted in his hair as his lips wrapped around my nipple, slicking his tongue around the hard tips as he went back and forth. “Oh, fuck!”
“You like a little biting,” he said, surprised and utterly pleased with himself.
“I like your mouth on me.” That was too damn true but before I could regret being so honest in the moment, his mouth was on me again. This time Nash was more intense, more focused. On me. My body.
My pleasure.
My back arched into him as one hand teased one nipple while his mouth devoured the other. It was too much but it was nowhere near enough. I needed more, and almost as if he could sense my restlessness, Nash’s mouth began to move. Down my belly where his tongue dipped inside my belly button while his hands made quick work of the ratty clothes I’d been wearing. “Fuck me, Vivi.”
I laughed as his gaze lasered between my legs, making my pulse leak with desire. “Surprised the carpet matches the drapes?”
“Fuck no, I’m diggin’ the natural look.” His words came out on a growl but before I could comment on how fucking hot that growl was, his head was buried between my legs and his mouth was doing wickedly delicious things to my body. His hands found their way to my nipples, thumbs and forefingers tweaking while his mouth took me on a sensual journey, ratcheting up my pleasure as though it were the only thing that mattered.
“Nash.” His name touched my lips far too often but it was the only word I could think of as his tongue speared through my pussy, sliding deep and fucking me before licking all the way up to my clit, sending sparks of delight shooting from every pore. My body began to tremble and he didn’t let up, instead Nash intensified his efforts with my every response. Every twitch of muscle and every time I clamped around his finger, he pushed me harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
And then I was flying apart into a million different pieces while his tongue swirled my pulsing, throbbing clit. “Nash! Oh, fuck!” They weren’t the most eloquent words, but even professors scream ‘fuck’ in the throes of passion.
Only when I was completely spent did Nash’s gorgeous, amazing, magical mouth stop moving. “Vivi, fuck me.” With his forehead pressed to my belly, his words sent a shiver through me and I laughed.
“That is part of the plan, as soon as I regain feeling in my legs.”
Nash was up on his knees and sliding off the bed, giving me the world’s sexiest striptease which I couldn’t look away from, not as he revealed smooth, tanned, heavily muscled skin with more than a few tattoos.
“Fuck, you’re one hot dude.”
He laughed but the heat in his gaze was explosive. Atomic. The bed dipped as he climbed up, stopping between my thighs which he flung over his own so the blunt head of him rested right against my opening. “Damn, you’re even wetter now,” he groaned as he edged inside, my cream coating him immediately. “Fuck, Vivi!”
“Now, Nash.” It was too late to turn back and I didn’t want to even if I could. Not when his long thick cock sank into me slowly, stretching and filling me until my body relaxed around him. Pulled him deeper.
“Vivi.” The sound of my name on his lips had me feeling drunk with lust and want and need. Desire pulsed through my veins as he pumped into me, his thick cock surging faster and faster as though I had him under a spell.
“Nash, yes!” I clung to him. Held on for dear life as sweat slid down my overheated flesh, searing me like fire with every droplet. My orgasm was close but I wanted to prolong this moment so my body could memorize the feel of his body deep within mine. To make this feeling last an eternity. He was so thick and growing harder every time he sank into me. “Nash.”
“I got you, Vivi. Let go. Let me see you let go.”
My gaze met his and never looked away when he leaned in close so our mouths were inches apart. Then they were touching again and it was more explosive than the last kiss, maybe it was because his tongue mimicked the movements of his cock and that was all I needed. “Oh, Nash!” The orgasm didn’t come on lightly or gently, no, that fucker washed over me with the power of a tsunami and it pulled me under. So deep I couldn’t possibly tell which way was up so I decided not to even try. I just rode it out and hung onto Nash his big, masculine body to keep me safe while the most chaotic orgasm of my life ripped me apart. “Nash.”
“Fuck, you come apart so lovely.” He flashed a tense smile, hips still moving inside me.
I pulsed around him with a sleepy smile. “Yeah? Then let’s see how pretty you look when you come apart.” My heels dug into his ass, urging him forward. “Come on, Nash. Let. Go.”
And he did, giving me front row tickets to the hottest fucking show on the planet! His blue gaze bore through me, focused and hot as he sought his own pleasure but I couldn’t handle that sapphire gaze, not when it was that intense. My mouth found his ear, nibbling it as I made soft sounds of pleasure and satisfaction. “Vivi,” he said in warning a moment before he surged up onto his knees, pressing my legs back so he was deep inside me and ready to explode.
He was close, I felt it in the way he thickened just a fraction of a second before he roared my name and yanked another orgasm from me, leaving me boneless.
Sated.
Satisfied.
Totally fucking wrecked.
I never felt so relaxed in all my life. Ever.
And as soon as the sex high wore off, I began to wonder how in the hell things would go back to normal. If they could even go back to normal.
* * *
Two and a half hours after Nash had given me the sex of a lifetime, Maddie arrived with Max, who made a beeline for Lollipop. The bunny wasn’t used to a lot of people since I spent so much time on my own but he seemed to enjoy Max’s little boy brand of love. “Hey Maddie, you look great!”
“Thanks. Apparently seven full hours of sleep is good for that kind of stuff.” Her hair was in a sexy messy ponytail and she wore denim capri pants and a pretty green tunic.
“As someone who looks like she’s been cooking all day, I’m jealous as hell.”
Maddie rolled her eyes and followed me to the kitchen. “I brought chocolate pecan blondies and cheesecake pops.”
“Damn girl, if I knew you could do all that I would have only provided desserts!”
“It smells great in here though! Did you make your own barbecue sauce?”
I shrugged because it was no big deal. “I needed a distraction earlier this week when I was having trouble with a plot point, so I spent five hours perfecting Bobby Flay’s southwestern barbecue sauce.”
“Seriously? That is so cool.”
“Wait until you taste it,” I told her because I thought it was damn good myself but it might not be to everyone’s taste. I pulled a pitcher of hard minty lemonade from the fridge and poured two glasses.
“I haven’t seen you in a while, which means I haven’t had anytime to ask you about that kiss with Nash. It was so hot waves of flames were seen drifting on the Mississippi.” Her smile was devilish and I rolled my eyes.
“It was definitely the most action I’ve seen in months.” Technically, that was no longer true but I wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened with Nash. “But Nash and I are friends.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame because he’s hot as hell and you guys already seem like family. Meanwhile, I haven’t been on a date in at least three years.”
“We’re a fine pair. But you know I’ll watch Max anytime you have a date or want to go prowling for one.”
“Or we could both go out on the prowl together?”
I should say yes. I really should have, but I wasn’t ready. Hell, I wasn’t ready for anything with anyone. Well, other than sex with Nash, I wasn’t ready for anything else. “I’m not sure, Maddie. I don’t know if I’m ready to trust people enough to date.” My “friends” in Chicago had done a real number on me, so much so that I’m amazed I was able to open up to Maddie and Nash.
“Even if you’re not ready, I could always use a good wingman. Wing woman.”
“Then you can count me in. With proper notice, of course.” I was determined to settle in and make a life for myself that included friends like Maddie. I turned to face Maddie, feeling bad that I’d slept with the guy I was thinking about setting her up with. “Let’s do it soon,” I told her instead. “Anyone caught your eye yet?”
“Maybe,” she said, coyly. “I might have my eye on someone but I’m not sure. I’ll let you know when I know.”
That seemed fair and even if I wanted to say more, I couldn’t because Norah showed up with Zeke and Nash. Both men looking hotter than small town southern boys should. “Come on in, guys. Max is out back with Lollipop, Norah, and you guys are just in time to get the meat on the grill.”
Zeke groaned, lugging a six pack of beer along with Norah into the kitchen. “You mean I was invited here so you could put me to work?”
“No, but I won’t force you. I just won’t give you any meat.” I took the beer from his hands and shoved the bottles into the cooler in the yard. “Beer, water, and pop are in the cooler,” I said and pointed at it, trying my damnedest to ignore how delectable Nash looked in blue cargo shorts and a thin white tee that sculpted over every damn muscle.
The kids started to play, running and laughing in the yard while Lollipop chased them or relaxed in the shade with a leaf of lettuce. While I helped Nash at the grill, I noticed Zeke and Maddie were getting along well. Really well. “Well, look at that.”
Nash looked up from the grill and in the direction of Zeke and Maddie, mouth pulled in a tight line that revealed his unhappiness at the development, but I couldn’t see his eyes so I didn’t know. “That’s new.”
I frowned, feeling that little green monster swell up inside of me until I remembered that I wanted them to get together to make things easier for me. Then again, that was before we went at it like wild animals in my bedroom a few hours ago. “Seems to be, but they’re both adults.”
“She’s a single mom,” he bit out angrily and I could admit that I didn’t like the way his tone made me feel. At all.
“And? You’re a single father, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Yeah well, I’m not involved with anyone. Let alone a guy like Zeke.”
Ouch, right? I pushed down the pain that slashed through me at his words because though my feelings were valid, they weren’t right. One romp in the sack didn’t make him my boyfriend and it didn’t make us anything more than friends.
Friends who’d slipped up.
“Right. Well Maddie is a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions.” Without another word, I turned on my heels and sought refuge in the kitchen. I wasn’t upset. Not at all.
Nash didn’t owe me anything and likewise, I didn’t owe him a thing.
I just needed to remember that.
And I needed to keep my legs closed.
Nash
“We really need to stop meeting like this.” My voice was shallow and breathless as sweat dripped from my forehead and onto Vivi’s shoulder. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the chance to sink into her sweet heat again after she gave me the cold shoulder on the Fourth. But less than a week later, here we were. Upstairs in my bathroom.
Naked.
Sweaty.
Satisfied.
“That should be my line, shouldn’t it?” The way her chest heaved, every inhalation giving me a perfect view of her big, creamy tits.
“Hell, no.” I grabbed her face in my hands and pressed a hard kiss to her succulent mouth, focused on nothing but making her moan.
“Nash,” she moaned and her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me deeper into her hot, wet body. “You feel good.”
My hips flexed into her again and again even though I was already spent. I couldn’t stop. I needed her. In this moment I needed her more than anything. “Vivi,” I groaned and nipped her ear as my hips pumped. “You’re close.”
She nodded and licked her lips, pupils dilated as big as dinner plates, begging me to come closer. Deeper. “So. Close.”
And I loved how responsive she was. How all in she was when we came together like this, how energetic she was and not at all shy about her pleasure. “Let go, Vivi.” Her mouth parted into a sensual ‘O’ and her head fell back hitting the mirror. And then I felt it, her pussy pulse and clench around me. “Now, Vivi.”
She fell apart and it was magnificent. I couldn�
�t look away as her body trembled and vibrated underneath me, a never ending orgasm that stole my breath. “Nash,” she finally sighed and went boneless on the sink. “Okay, we should definitely keep meeting like this.” She laughed and I swear the sound went straight to my nuts.
This couldn’t keep happening. I knew it and Vivi knew it too, but it was too new and too exciting to stop. It felt too good to stop. Too right. “Vivi,” I groaned as I slipped out of her, too needy to stop. Too greedy to do anything smart like step back and let her rest. Nope, I slid my hand between her legs and thrust inside of her, satisfied when she grabbed my wrist and ground against me.
“Nash,” she panted, eyes never leaving mine as I played her body like my favorite instrument. “Nash.” Over and over she moaned my name, her body unable to stop trembling. Convulsing. She squeezed my fingers hard and I added my thumb to her clit, and her hips shot off the counter sending me deeper inside her. “Nash…I can’t.”
“It’s okay, just ride it out, Viv.” She was so fucking beautiful and I felt better than I had in a long damn time and only part of that was because of the orgasm.
“Wow. That was…amazing!” Flushed cheeks and bright eyes were all I could see as a nervous laugh erupted out of her. “So fucking amazing!”
I grinned and pressed a kiss to her forehead before stepping back. “You’re pretty amazing,” I told her truthfully but just as I suspected, she shook off the compliment with a roll of her eyes and slid from the counter on shaky legs.
“What’s amazing is that I have any feeling in my legs.” With one hand balled into a fist, Vivi pounded her legs until feeling returned.
Me, I just stared.
“You gonna watch me or clean up?”
“I prefer watching.” Especially Vivi who was so unself-conscious about her curves, her nudity that I took every available second to ogle her. To commit the narrow dip of her waist to memory, the dusty pink color of her large nipples and the freckles that guided the way to the paradise between her thighs.
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