Page 77 of Nauti Boy (Nauti 1)

“And I said, you can forget it,” he repeated, not for the first time as he dropped his arms and moved closer. Kelly stepped back, ignoring his dark frown. “Kelly, baby, you don’t have to worry like this, everything will be okay. ”

“Sure it will. ” She smiled tightly. “That’s why we’re staying in a house that could likely defend against an attack from a foreign government and your cousins are packing in enough weapons to defend against an army. ”

“They’re for looks only,” he assured her. “We have a plan, I promise. ”

“Like you did the other night on the lake?”

“Naw, that was just to see how rock-dumb that bastard could get. He’s dumb enough to need help breathing at this point. He won’t be that hard to catch. ”

Confidence gleamed in his eyes, even as dread burned in her belly.

“He would have been caught by now if it were that easy. ” She pushed her fingers through her hair as she shook her head. “You’re underestimating him, Rowdy. ”

“Maybe you’re underestimating me,” he grunted as his hands whipped out, pulling her into his embrace before she could avoid him.

Heat instantly sizzled across her body, nearly taking her breath as he pressed the hard length of his erection against her belly.

“Want me to help you shower?” He nuzzled his face against her neck, his tongue licking over her pulse erotically as his fingers clenched at her hips.

Kelly gripped his shoulders, certain the weakness in her knees was going to become a permanent thing if he didn’t stop touching her so damned much. She needed to think; she didn’t need her mind clogged by his kiss, his passion.

“I can manage alone. ” Her voice was hoarse, despite the strength she attempted to inject into it.

“Hmm. ” He lifted his head, staring down at her knowingly before whispering, “I bet you can, but can you manage this alone?”

His lips caught hers before she could do more than gasp, covering them, taking them as his tongue licked at the curves, tempting her to play with him.

How she had always longed to play in just such a way with Rowdy. His lips tugged at hers as he stared down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded and darkening with sexual hunger. His tongue stroked over hers, retreated, then came back for more until she was moaning and reaching for him, desperate for the kiss he was teasing her with.

“Hungry for me, baby?” His voice was dark velvet, rasping against her senses as she arched against him.

“I’ve always been hungry for you,” she whispered, nipping back at his lips as his eyes narrowed, his expression becoming primitive, deepening with sexual energy as her hands smoothed from his shoulders to his chest and lower.

She needed him. She had never pretended otherwise. She needed everything he was, everything he wanted and needed to give her.

She gripped the material of his T-shirt, pulling it quickly from the band of his jeans as she allowed her nails to rake his flesh. The trembling response that raced over his body sent flashes of erotic heat tingling between her thighs.

“Take the shirt off, Rowdy. ” She pushed the hem to his chest before lowering her head, her lips pressing to the hair-spattered skin beneath the flat, hard male nipple that drew her attention. “I want you naked. I want you against me, inside me. ”

The shirt was jerked from his body and tossed aside. His expression darkened, his face flushing with hunger as he stared back at her.

Kelly murmured her approval as she bent her head, licking around the tight, hard nipple that fascinated her. How she loved Rowdy’s lips on her breasts, his teeth scraping her own hard peaks.

She raked over the tight point with a tentative little nip.

“Son of a bitch. ” He flinched, his hands gripping her hair, tightening in the strands before pressing her to him again. “Again, Kelly. God, baby, do it again. ”

She did that and more. She licked, sucked, rasped the point until she could feel a fine sheen of perspiration coating his chest and felt his breath heaving.

She moved her fingers lower, struggling with the metal buttons of his jeans, dragging them free and spreading the material apart. He wore no underwear. Rowdy wasn’t an underwear-type man, and she knew it. Which suited her fine. It made it easier for the hard length of his cock to push free, rising nearly to his navel, thick and heavy, the head bloated and damp from the silky pre-come coating it.

“Suck it. ” His voice was a hard rasp as she licked a path down his chest to the hardened flesh below.

“Patience is a virtue. ” She could barely speak for the lust rising inside her.

“Fuck patience,” he groaned, his hands tugging sensually at her hair. “God, baby, do you know how often I dream of watching you wrap your pretty mouth around my dick?”

A punch of excitement convulsed her womb and sent a spasm of response trembling through her pussy.

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