Page 26 of Wicked and Claimed

“Baby, baby… Fuck, you feel so good. We’re almost there. Tilt up. Yes, just like that.” He rocked into her, shoving his cock in deeper still. “Amazing…”

“Yes,” she panted. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“So why have you been avoiding me?”

Haisley flashed him glassy blue eyes. “What?”

“After our kiss at the pool party. I wanted to see you again. You ran from me.”

“I didn’t.”

They both knew that was a lie.

He pulled back—almost completely withdrawing—and refused to move. “You did. What made you change your mind?”

“Nash…”

She wanted him to sweep this question under the rug. Not happening. His timing was shitty on purpose. He wasn’t giving her another inch until she answered. “I’m trying to understand, baby. The last thing I want to do is scare you.”

“We’ll talk about this later.Please.”

“We’ll talk about this now.”

Haisley whimpered. “I’m not thinking straight.”

“I know.” So he was more likely to get the truth. “Do your best.”

“I like to be in control, all right? With you…I’m not.”

Exactly what he’d suspected. She dated guys she could take or leave, dudes she could walk all over. That wasn’t him. Never would be. She could deny it all she wanted, but he scared her.

That made them even. She scared the shit out of him, too. Other women he enjoyed but didn’t crave. This one…fuck, she was already in his blood, and he didn’t even know why. Her sassiness? Her challenge? Something else entirely? He’d figure it out.

After he rewarded her honesty and put them both out of their misery.

“Thank you. I’ve got you, baby. You don’t have to be in control with me.”

“I want to be.”

Did she not know who she was sexually? He sure as hell did, and all her saucy one-liners and don’t-give-a-fuck attitude were her defense mechanisms. Deep down, she was a woman built to kneel—but only for the man she trusted.

“With me, you don’t have to. Close your eyes.” He waited until she obeyed. “Exhale. Yes… Now let go and take the rest of me.”

She smiled—until he surged forward, completely burying his cock inside her in one insistent stroke.

“Nash!”

“Oh, fuck, yes. There it is. Every inch of me is stuffed inside you…”

She writhed under him, flushing as he withdrew, then plunged in again, nudging her G-spot with his crest until she gasped. “That’ssogood. What are you doing to me?”

Grinning, he did it again. And again. And again, until her mouth gaped open and her cunt clasped him so tight, he had to fight his way inside her.

“How. Do. You. Feel?” He pumped her hard, punctuating every word with a bed-shaking thrust.

“Oh! I’m…I’m going to?—”

“Come,” he snarled. “For me. Now.”

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