Page 68 of Sweet Surrender
He questioned me about my childhood, including how I got the smallscar on my lip. We laughed together as I recalled the story of when my mom bought me a new bike for my eleventh birthday. I'd gotten too cocky, crashed, and ended up flying over the handlebars, smashing my face on the pavement, and splitting my lip open.
I’d never ridden a bike since.
With the wine flowing nicely, and the beautiful surroundings, I realizedfor the first time in alongtime, I was relaxed.
Content, even.
Spending time with Nash wasvastlydifferent from spending time withLiam. Nash listened when I spoke, asking questions like he was genuinely interested, whereas Liam had always seemed distracted.
Even as kids, it felt like I only ever had half his attention, while theother half was on his computer games, or his phone, or his friends. At least now I had an idea of what had been holding his attention in recent months.
But for the first time since Nash made me choose between him andLiam’s life, I was happy, and I found myself wondering if I could get used to a life with Nash. Even if that meant letting him control everything I did.
I wasn’t sure if I had it in me though. I didn’t like the idea of being toldwhat clothes I had to wear, or what I was to do with my time. Despite everything that had happened with Liam, and now Nash, I still had dreams of becoming a fashion designer, and that was one dream I wasn’t willing to give up for anyone.
Who knew, maybe Nash would take on board what I said aboutneeding to know I could stand on my own two feet. Maybe there was a chance we could meet somewhere in the middle and actually make a go of this crazy marriage.
Or maybe the wine was giving me false hope.
When the waiter cleared our dessert bowls away, Nash took my handand led me to the front of the boat where the soft piano music tinkled out around us.
“Dance with me,” he said, not giving me an option to refuse him as hespun me around.
But you know what? I didn’t want to refuse him. The fact he’d openedup and shared a part of his life with me meant something, and I didn’t want to ruin the night by denying him this one simple thing.
I giggled as he spun me a second time, my dress flaring out as Itwirled. Thankfully, I’d changed out of my leggings and baggy shirt when I saw Nash had changed into a different suit from the one he came home in. Not wanting to feel underdressed in my leggings and shirt, I opted for the knee-length yellowGuccidress.
Nash chuckled as he reeled me back in, his eyes filled with so muchheat that I was surprised he didn’t catch on fire.
Oh, hell.
I was in so much trouble when he looked at me like that, and therewas no way I’d be able to resist him. Not when I knew just how good the orgasm would be.
Nash took my hand, and wrapping his other arm around my waist, hepulled me against his firm body, and together we swayed to the gentle melody.
“I thought we could spend the night on the boat,” Nash said when thefirst song rolled into another.
My pulse spiked at his suggestion, knowing what staying onthe boat would lead to, and in that moment, everything he’d done up to this point was a distant memory.
The man tonight was not the same man who had drugged me andblown his load all over my unconscious body. He wasn’t the man who had hidden in my wardrobe while I had sex with someone else, and he wasn’t the man who wanted to control me like he was a puppet master.
Tonight, he was a man who was nothing but loving and attentive tohis wife, and once again, the thought that if I could just get on board with letting him dictate to me what I could and couldn’t do, then maybe I’d get more of this version of him.
“We don’t have to,” Nash added quickly, noticing my brief hesitation toreply. “I can get Brian to come back and pick us up.”
“No, I’d like to stay,” I replied, my voice husky without it meaning tobe.
The problem was, by now, my mind was running wild with images ofall the ways I wanted Nash to make me come, and he clearly knew where my mind had gone if the way his eyes sparkled with devious intent was anything to go by.
A salacious grin curled onto Nash’s lips, and the hand wrappedaround my waist moved lower before he squeezed my ass. With his growing length pressing against my stomach, and the wine now buzzing around my system, I had the confidence to do something I was sure I’d regret in the morning.
But that was a tomorrow problem.
I reached up, wrapping my arms around Nash’s neck, and pulled hishead down, turning my head up at the same time so our mouths met. Nash didn’t hesitate, his tongue prodded against my mouth and I opened up, relishing in the taste of wine on his tongue. His other hand moved to my ass, and with both hands, he grabbed me, pulling my hips forward so he could rub his cock against my core.
I groaned into Nash’s mouth, my pussy throbbing with a desperateneed for attention.
Abruptly, Nash pulled away, and grabbing my hand, he tugged me,marching us across the deck, and down the stairs. I barely managed to keep up with his long strides, but he gave me no choice but to stay with him.
