Page 115 of Defending her Heart

“Not in the slightest.”

A few minutes later, I’m back in the cab of his truck and we ride in silence. Even Paisley is tired, tuckered out from all the fun. We filled today to the brim joining our families, and tonight...tonight is a first for us as well.

Nash reaches over and settles his hand on top of mine. I interlace our fingers, and he brings them to his thigh. It’s a comfortable silence filled with anticipation.

“Is Kendall sleeping over?” Paisley asks, rubbing her eyes on her way up the stairs.

“Is that okay if she does?” Nash asks, picking her up and cradling her sleeping head to his chest.

“Can she sleep with me?”

I chuckle under my breath and Nash turns around and glares at me. My grin grows wider. “I love cuddling with you, Paisley.”

Nash curls his lip as he heads up the stairs with her, and I choke on my laughter.

“Buuut,” I stretch out in a dramatic fashion. “You’re pooped from today, and you kick in your sleep.”

“No I don’t.” She giggles.

“And drool,” I add.

She giggles more, and Nash says over his shoulder to me, “You’re the one who drools.”

“Drooling right now.” I lower my eyes to his ass, and he almost misses the next step.

Nash and I work together to help Paisley get ready for bed. Not that she needs it, but she’s exhausted and we’re both on edge, ready for her to pass out so we can ravish each other. It feels like hours, but in only a few minutes, Paisley is deep asleep.

We tiptoe out of her room, and when we’re in the hallway, Nash wraps his fingers around my upper arm, pulling me into him. He pierces me with predatory eyes. “My room. Now.”

I stand firm and lift my chin to him. “Do you promise to give me orgasms?”

He stares at my mouth and drags his tongue along his bottom lip. “As many as you can handle, and two more for good measure.”

The butterflies flutter, and this time I welcome their presence. I feel the walls of my vagina spasming already. “Are you going to talk dirty to me?”

He yanks me harder into his chest and hovers his mouth centimeters from mine. “Is your pussy dripping with desire right now, Kendall?”

“Maybe.”

“There’s nomaybeabout it.” He traces my lips with his tongue. “If I dip my finger under your panties, is it going to come out covered in your arousal?”

“No.”

His brow lifts. “Liar.”

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Fuck me.” In one quick move, Nash tosses me over his shoulder and marches down the hall to his room. He closes his door quietly for a man with such built up sexual tension, then tosses me on the bed. “Show me.”

I brace myself on my elbows, my legs hanging off the bed. “Show you what?”

“That you’re not wearing any panties.”

I love how worked up he is. I glance at the front of his jeans and can see his cock harden and twitch, it’s that impressive. That thick. That hard.

“What if I want you to work for it?”

“Fuck, Kendall. I’ve gone three weeks without having my tongue on your clit, without my fingers stroking your g-spot, without the walls of your cunt milking my cock dry. I’ve been working all the fucking restraint I have. My balls are going to fucking combust.”

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