Page 57 of Golden Touch
Even here, though, she can’t let go entirely. Too much eye-contact makes her wary. She’s not used to sharing what’s inside that pretty head of hers.
And I respect that, I guess. But right this second, I want everything. Every thought, every sensation. Every shiver. My heart beats with a greedy pulse.Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Give me that mouth, girlie,” I demand.
The urgent scrape of my voice brings an immediate reaction. She sinks her fingers into my hair and kisses me on command.
There’s nothing like it. Electricity snaps through my body as I sink into the kiss. But I know a good thing when I’ve got it, so I take my time. Life is short. Gotta make the best moments last.
That means deep kisses and eye contact until Livia is straining against me, begging me with her body—if not her mouth—to move things along.
“You need something?” I ask.
She growls.
God, it’s fun to tease her. But it’s also fun to please her. I pick up the pace with long, languorous strokes. “How sturdy do you think this bed is?”
She whimpers in response.
“Guess we’re going to find out.” I take both her hands and raise them up to the headboard, so she’ll have some purchase. Then I up the ante.
“Nashhhh,” she moans, and the sound of my name on her lips makes me crazy. I’ve thought about this so many times already, my inner porn-flick director slotting us into every conceivable position and breaking in every surface of the building.
Plus, the backseat of her crappy little car.
But creativity will have to wait. I’m driving my girl crazy, and I’m too greedy to flip her over or mess up the view I have of her pink cheeks and shiny eyes. Or the “O” of pleasure her mouth makes as I thrust my hips toward heaven.
“Brace yourself, honey,” I pant, sliding one of her smooth legs up onto my shoulder.
She gasps as I notch up the pace until the headboard is banging against the wall, and I’m so amped up I might blow like a grenade.
I don’t, though, until Livia’s gaze locks onto mine, and I lean in for a single, bottomless kiss. Her whole body tightens exquisitely around me, and she moans into my mouth.
Then I’m done for. My body spasms with pleasure, the sound of her climax wringing me out.
And I’ve literally never been happier in my life.
CHAPTER 24
LIVIA
Nash collapses onto my body with an exhausted groan. Stunned. It’s hard to catch my breath.
God, when I decide to turn wicked, I don’t hold back.
Beside me, Nash makes a halfhearted attempt to roll off me. Then he laughs.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, my defensive hackles rising right on cue.
“Us,” he says, his voice muffled by the pillow under his face. “I’d almost like to invite those jackweeds back over tomorrow night to wake us up again.”
“Nash!” I yelp, mostly because I hadn’t thought about Rotty or Razor for a good half hour.
“Kidding.” He lifts an arm and slings it over my body. “I can bang you tomorrow without their help.”
“Presumptuous much?”
He lifts his head and gives a pointed look at my very naked, debauched body. “I like my odds.”
