Page 36 of Baja
“Yes.” I pant when I feel Nash’s palm graze over the swell of my breast.
“Let’s go before I turn you over and fuck you against my bike,” he growls, his control hanging by a thread.
I wait for Nash to throw his leg over the bike and situate himself before I follow suit. I’m well aware I look indecent, straddling the motorcycle with this dress on, but drunk Alice doesn’t care. Tomorrow, sober Alice can be mortified. For now, I’m going to live in the moment.
On the ride through town, I close my eyes and relish the cool breeze against my heated skin. I want this moment with Nash to be embedded into my memory for years. The feel of the night air against my face. The smell of Nash’s woodsy cologne mixed with the scent of exhaust when I bury my face against the crook of his neck. Most of all, I want to remember how good it feels to havemy arms around him and how right it feels to know I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
Ten minutes later, Nash is leading me into his apartment. We stop inside the door, eyes locked on each other. Nash’s amber eyes are blazing, and my heart is about to beat out of my chest. At his sides, his fingers twitch, yet he doesn’t make a single move. That’s when I decide enough is enough, and I pounce. The second I’m on him, Nash palms my ass and, in a flash, lifts me off the floor. My legs wrap around his hips. My mouth seeks his, and when our lips touch, he swallows down my moan. When his tongue demands entrance, I am more than happy to oblige. Nash tastes like whiskey and mint. Most of all, he tastes likemine.
On steady feet, he carries me through the living room, down the hall, and into his bedroom. From the corner of my eye, I spot Ozzy perched on the bed seconds before he scurries out of the room, but not before he shoots daggers our way for his inconvenience.
“The second I saw you in this fuckin’ dress tonight, I imagined what it would be like to peel it off you.”
“What are you waiting for?”
With a growl, Nash sets me on my feet, then turns and sits on the foot of the bed. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me forward between his parted legs. I peer down at him, my body vibrating with anticipation. My skin prickles when he hooks his thumbs into the straps of the dress and slowly drags them over my shoulders and down my arms, exposing my bare breasts. Nash leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I thread my fingers through his long hair and gasp when he bites down, causing a tingling sensation to shoot straight to my core.
“You have perfect tits,” Nash drawls, his tone husky. “Tell me somethin’, Alice. If I stick my hand inside your panties, will I find your pussy wet for me?”
“Yes.” The confession slips past my lips without hesitation.
With one final tug, the dress slides down my body and pools around my feet. Nash takes his time, drinking in the sight of me wearing nothing but an emerald green thong and my gold heels. My breath comes out in pants, and his palm slowly makes its trek along the inside of my thigh until it hits the spot that aches the most for his touch. A single finger presses against my lace-covered center. Nash, no doubt, can feel how wet I am for him. My nails dig into his scalp the more he teases me. “Nash, please.”
“Please, what, baby?” There is a hint of banter in his tone.
“I need more,” I tell him.
“More of this?” He pulls my panties to the side and plunges a finger deep inside me.
My knees nearly buckle as I cry out. “Yes.”
“What else do you need, Alice?”
“More…”
“More what?” Nash adds another finger, causing me to choke on my next breath.
I tip his head back with a fist full of his long hair. Our eyes lock. “I want your cock inside me.”I can’t believe those words came from my mouth.
Nash rewards me with a devilish grin. “With fuckin’ pleasure.”
The next thing I know, Nash is on his feet, and I’m flipping around. “Hands on the dresser, and don’t let go.” Our eyes connect in the mirror’s reflection, and I watch as he strips out of his cut and T-shirt before toeing off his boots and ridding himself of his jeans. “You’re going to watch me fuck you.” With one swift tug, Nash rips my panties from my body.
The air in the room turns static as he positions himself behind me. He places one hand on my hip while using the other to guide the tip of his cock at my opening. With all the control in the world, he holds himself still as he reaches in front of me andwraps his large hand around my neck. Then, without warning, his hips surge forward.
“Nash!” I don’t have time to adjust to his size before he delivers on his promise. He said he was going to fuck me, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
“Been dreamin’ about this pussy.” The hand around my neck tightens.
With each powerful thrust, the dresser knocks against his bedroom wall. Thank God he doesn’t have neighbors.
“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of being inside you?”
“No,” I pant.
Nash pulls all the way out and then surges back in, knocking the breath from my lungs.
“Every goddamn day since I had that first taste.” I moan as he continues, “Now you’re goin’ to give me this pussy anytime I want, isn’t that right.”
