Page 110 of Echoes of You

His hand dipped lower, squeezing the globe of my ass. “Even the monster I can be?”

I arched back into him. “Even that.”

Nash’s fingers slid between my legs, pulling my thong to the side and teasing my sensitive flesh. “Does that turn you on?”

Two fingers slipped inside, stroking.

“Youturn me on.”

Nash made me feel safe to explore anything and everything with him because I trusted him to never hurt me.

His fingers twisted inside me, making a moan escape my lips.

“That’s it. Tell me how you feel,” Nash said.

I pushed back harder against his straining erection. He nipped my ear as his other hand found my clit. He circled and circled, getting closer to exactly where I wanted him. Where Ineededhim.

“Nash…”

“Tell me.”

“More,” I pleaded.

“More what?”

His fingers were just shy of where I wanted.

“More you.”

Nash chuckled. “Give me the words, Mads.”

“You inside me. Your fingers on my clit.” The words tumbled out before I could second-guess them. I never talked like that. But with Nash, I could.

A second later, his fingers were gone, and he roughly tugged my thong to my ankles. I tried to turn, but Nash’s hands caught my wrists. “Hands on the counter.”

His voice was coated in rough demand.

My fingers splayed on the island, and I didn’t move. Nash released me. A second later, I heard the telltale sound of a zipper, the release of each metal tine echoing in the quiet kitchen.

His hand trailed down my spine. “So damn beautiful.”

I sucked in a breath.

“Last chance, Maddie. I can walk away and take averycold shower.”

“I want you.Allof you.”

It was all Nash needed. He thrust inside me in one powerful stroke. There was no easing into things, he simply took. And I met his every move.

I braced my hands on the counter as Nash took me harder, each thrust just shy of pain—the delicate balance only driving me higher. My legs trembled, and my inner walls began to quiver.

My mouth fell open on a silent plea—for more or less, I didn’t know. Too many sensations wracked my body.

Nash reached around, his hand pulling my breast free of my bra. His finger found my peaked nipple, and he twisted.

This time, my plea wasn’t silent. It pierced the air, laced with need and want.

His hand dipped lower, finding that bundle of nerves. Nash didn’t circle it this time. He went straight for it. He pressed, and I shattered. There was no easing into the orgasm; it was complete annihilation.

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