Page 176 of Things We Hide from the Light
“I’m gonna get my memory back.”
I went still under him, understanding and appreciation dawning. “You’re going to fake it.”
“That’s the plan,” he said, nuzzling my breast. “We done talking?”
I slid my hands down his back and sunk my nails into that perfect ass of his. “Not yet. Spill the details.”
His eyes were half-shut, his stubbled jaw clenched. “We’re gonna spread the word that my memory is back and that we’ve got a lead on the suspect’s whereabouts.”
My pulse quickened. He was bearing down against my thighs. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. Especially since I didn’t want to.
“What precautions are you taking?”
“Angelina, I came inside you three times last night. So zero.”
I pinched his ass. “Imeantwhat are you doing to make sure Duncan Hugo doesn’t get a second shot at you?”
He was starting to sweat. And there was a heat blazing in those denim-blue eyes. “Still workin’ on that.”
“I want in.”
“What?” he gritted out.
My thighs quivered and he sank another inch into me.
I was on fire. My vision was starting to blur. I wanted all of him. Needed all of him. But I needed this first. “I want to be in the loop.”
“Do you want in the loop because you want to find that damn car or because you’re worried about me?”
“Both,” I admitted.
“Good enough for me. I’ll keep you in the loop. Deal?” he said.
“Deal,” I repeated and let my knees fall open to the sides.
He sank the rest of the way into me, filling me with a long, low groan.
I was deliciously sore from last night. But that didn’t stop it from feeling so damn good.
“When are you going to let me be on top?” I demanded as he pulled almost all the way out and then surged back in.
“When I know for sure watching your perfect tits bounce in front of my face won’t make me go off before I get you off. I’m out of practice.”
There was nothing out of practice about the way he drove that cock into me.
“Practice makes perfect,” I said, shoving him onto his side.
He rolled, taking me along for the ride until I was straddling him, impaled on him, my knees in the sheets, my hands on his shoulders.
His gaze locked on my breasts. His erection pulsed once inside me and his fingers dug into my hips. “Yeah. Not gonna last like this. Unless you take it real slow.”
I leaned down, brushing my nipples against that glorious chest hair. “That’s not gonna happen.” I nipped at his lower lip and started to ride.
“Jesus. Fuck. Damn it,” he cursed, bucking under me.
But even with me on top, he still managed to wrestle back control. His hands gripped my hips as he set a new pace. He pistoned his hips up and yanked me down to meet his thrusts. Hard. Fast. My heart was in my throat, every muscle in my body poised for the orgasm that was building.
I grabbed the headboard and held on for dear life as Nash bucked into me, hitting that secret spot with brutal accuracy over and over again. The flutters started, my inner muscles curling in on themselves, dragging over that thick, hot shaft.
