Page 61 of Defending her Heart

He hovers closer so no one else can hear him. “Potatoes taste best with hot, wet,gravypoured over them.”

I gulp back my lust and blink wide-eyed at him. That sexy know-it-all smirk is back.

Nash lifts a finger to his lips and sucks on it. “I can still taste yourgravyon my fingers. On my tongue. But where I want to feel it now is around my cock.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I’m not the blushing type. “Too bad you don’t have a condom.” I have one in my purse, but I left it by the table. I’m not about to saunter over there and whip it out then take him back to the bathroom.

But if he keeps looking at me like he would have no problem fucking me on the bar in front of everyone, I might.

“Let’s go.”

I shake my head. “I can’t leave with you. It will blow our cover.”

Nash’s eyes dip to my neck again, then to my drink. He takes a few deep breaths, then leans across me for the water the bartender set down a few minutes ago.

He picks it up and drinks it all in one gulp. As he sets the glass back down, he bumps into my hand, knocking my drink down the front of my jersey and light-colored jeans.

I shriek and jump to my feet out of instinct.

“Oops,” he says nonchalantly, then wraps his fingers around my wrist and tugs me toward the table with our friends. “I spilled Kendall’s drink on her. I’ll take her home since I wasn’t planning on staying out late anyway.”

Rowan catches my eye and covers her smile with her hand. Smart girl. Her gaze dips to my neck like Nash’s had. It must be red with embarrassment.

“Oh, no.” Riley comes over with a stack of napkins but it’s not like she’s going to blot out the cranberry juice. “You’re soaked.”

“You have no idea.” I sigh, and Nash’s grip tightens around my wrist. I shake him off and put on my coat. “It’s not a big deal. I should call it a night anyway since I have to get up early. No need for Rowan to end her night short.”

“I’d love to stay out later since I don’t have to work until Tuesday, but if you want me to take you home I can,” Rowan says, laying on thick. A little too thick, but I love her for it.

“It’s my fault, and I’d feel bad ruining your night too, Rowan. I can take the brat home.”

I snap my head to Nash and smack his arm. “I’m not a brat.”

“Sure.”

Riley frowns at Nash and then me. “We can take you home, Kendall, if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

I give her a hug. “I’ll be more comfortable once I get out of these wet clothes.” I swear I can feel Nash’s growl even though we’re not touching. “I’m soaked to the core.” I let out a dramatic sigh, hoping I make Nash as uncomfortable as I am.

We say our goodbyes and he puts on a show of playing the perfect gentleman, keeping his hand on my lower back, guiding me out of the restaurant.

We’re a few miles from the restaurant before Nash finally speaks. “Exactly how wet are you?”

Biting back my grin, I say, “As wet as you wanted me to be.”

“You better be, Gravy. I want you so slick my cock slides right in.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

NASH

We’re almost to my house when I remember my parents. “Shit.”

“Something wrong? Performance anxiety?”

I give her a side-eye and make a U-turn at the top of the hill. “My parents are at my house.” I told them I wouldn’t be too late, so they watched Paisley at my place instead of theirs. I hadn’t planned on going out with the guys after.

There was a reason I ignored Kendall all week. She was supposed to be an end to my dry spell, not the spark that set off my sex drive again. I wasn’t a fan of her friends-with-benefits plan, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth either.

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