Page 79 of Golden Touch
It’s hard to roll your eyes and kiss a man at the same time. But I somehow manage.
He laughs against my lips. Then he plucks me off the couch and carries me into my bedroom. “What do you need?” he asks as he efficiently strips off his clothes. “What would be the most distracting thing I could do to you for the next two hours?”
“Two hours?”My warm flutters flutter a little harder.
“I’d say three, but I figure you need your sleep.”
I swallow.
Meanwhile, he’s standing in front of me naked, rosy cock pointing right at me. “You takin’ those clothes off, or do I have to do all the work around here?”
“Yessir,” I say, reaching for my top and yanking it over my head. Beneath it, I’m wearing a sheer,verylacy bra. I never wore it for Razor. So now I’m blowing Nash’s mind instead. “Fuck me,” he says, his eyes darkening as I slowly unzip my jeans. And maybe it’s a little silly, but I move my hips a little more than necessary while I wiggle out of my jeans, slowly revealing the itsy-bitsy sheer panties.
“Where have you been all my life?” His voice is a low, hungry rumble. He puts two fists on the bed and hovers over my body, his eyes flaring as he looks his fill.
Heat and expectation shimmer between us like noonday sunshine. But there’s something else there, too.
Men have admired my body before. They’ve looked at me with lust in their eyes. And possessiveness. And hunger. Butnever withreverence. Nash looks at me like it’s a privilege. Like he sees more than boobs and designer lace.
Like he seesme.
I cup his rough jaw, and he leans into my touch, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment and then opening them to lock his gaze with mine. “Pussycat,” he whispers, and it sounds like a prayer. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
I can’t tell him that I’m falling for him. He doesn’t want to hear it, and I don’t want to say it. So I lie, and say, “I’m thinking I should take off this bra.” I drop my hand and arch my back to get at the strap.
Disappointment flashes through his eyes so quickly that maybe I only imagined it. “Don’t do that,” he whispers.
My hands freeze on the bra strap, and I’m honestly confused. Does he mean that I shouldn’t take off the bra? Or that I shouldn’t hold back my feelings?
He puts a knee on the bed, and then uses his hands to gently knock mine away. He stretches his big body out on top of mine, pausing on his forearms to study me seriously.
That caramel gaze is almost too much. There’s nowhere to hide. But he doesn’t look away, even when he leans down to kiss me. Just once. “You’re mine for the night, pussycat,” he whispers, as if we were in the middle of an argument, and this was his compromise. “Got that?”
I nod.
“Say it,” he whispers, dipping down to drag his lips across my jaw. “Whose are you tonight?” Then he licks a line above the lace edge of the bra, and I shiver.
“Yours,” I say without hesitation.
He kisses his way down my tummy. “Good girl,” he says, and I shiver again. His whiskers tickle my skin as he tracks toward the lace edge of the world’s smallest panties. “Good girl. Now hold still. Don’t move. But feel free to say my name as often as you wish.”
Then he kisses me over the lace, and I part my legs in invitation.He plants one broad hand on each of my thighs. And without hesitation he lowers his mouth to my lace-covered pussy and sucks gently through the fabric.
“Nash,” I gasp, and he chuckles against my sensitive flesh.
“That’s right. Say it again.”
Instead, I moan it.
CHAPTER 34
NASH
I don’t know how much time passes. Could be two hours? All I know is that I have a lot of stamina, a long playbook of sexual positions, and plenty of anxiety to burn off in my very favorite way. The bed gets a workout, and the two of us make so much noise we might be frightening the nearby forest creatures.
The first time I get Livia off, she’s still wearing her underwear.
The second time, she’s on her hands and knees.
