Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
There was no fucking way he’d heard that right.
He whirled on her. The question must have been all over his face, but she nodded silently in answer.
Oh, holy fucking shit. Was she serious?
“If I do, I’m going to fuck you, Haisley. Hard. Ruthlessly. Repeatedly. I’ll be an animal without mercy because I want you so fucking bad, and everything primal in me needs to be reassured that you’re alive. So think about what you’re saying. I’m going to sweep the house, and I expect you’ll have come to your senses by the time I get back.”
Nash dragged in a ragged breath and did his level best to ignore a stunned Haisley as he crept through her house, flipping on lights and checking behind doors and in closets, proclaiming each room clear as he worked his way through the bungalow.
When he reached her bedroom, her scent pooled so strongly here that it nearly brought him to his knees. He swallowed back a snarl. Why did this woman alone make him so fucking feral?
After a quick check of her messy-as-usual bathroom, he swallowed back another lust bomb and charged into the hallway, far enough away from her scent that he could breathe without seething and craving her. He backed against the wall and dragged in rough breaths, trying to regain control of himself before he fell off the fucking cliff.
After a handful of deep inhalations, he was no longer pinging off the walls. Oh, his skin still felt electric and his blood still burned, but he’d bought himself about sixty seconds of sanity—hopefully long enough to run out the door and make sure she locked it behind him before he jumped on his bike and hauled ass through the frigid night back home. He could take this drugging need out on his hand. Tomorrow, he’d call her and apologize.
For a lot of things.
Tucking away his SIG, he dragged in one last breath and did a death-march down the hall. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her, but it was for her own good.
“You’re clear. There’s no one inside, and I—” He stopped short when he looked up.
And he almost lost his fucking wits.
Her skin gleaming like a pearl, Haisley stood in the foyer, every inch of her naked. “Nash? Don’t go.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Haisley hoped like hell she wasn’t making a mistake.
“Say something,” she breathed.
Even in the shadows, she saw him swallow hard. His breathing turned rough. “You don’t know what you’re inviting.”
“I do.” She bit her lip, wishing he would just step closer, take over, give her some indication that she hadn’t totally embarrassed herself. “And I want it.”
“Baby, if you don’t put some clothes on in the next five seconds, I will fuck you hard until you cry for mercy. Spoiler alert: I won’t have any. You will wake up tomorrow sore, covered in bite marks and bruises from my fingers, marked in every way possible. You’ll be dripping of me. You’ll be smelling like me. You’ll be pushing at me to get off you. I won’t budge.” Fists clenched like he was fighting his baser instincts, he stepped back. “Last chance.”
His words only made her heart flip and her womb clench. “I don’t need it. I’m saying yes.”
“Feel how fucking hard I am for you.” He grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm to his cock.
She gasped at the pure steel under her fingers, thick and long, engorged and enflamed. She curled her fingers around his stiff length and roughly stroked him through his jeans, relishing the feel of him in her palm again after two long years. Haisley drank him in, nearly going weak in the knees. “Nash…”
He tossed his head back with a groan. “Jesus, I want you. You’re a fucking fever I never recovered from.”
Nash staggered closer, pressing her against the wall with his big body, giving off a heat so overwhelming, she felt faint. Instinctively, she looked up at him, watching him with wide eyes and shallow breaths until he gripped her hips and bent, pressing his forehead to hers. His harsh exhalations bathed her face.
“I’m burning for you, too.” Now wasn’t the time to divulge secrets between them, but in that moment, she needed him. “I never stopped.”
He looked down into her eyes, a furrow settling between his dark brows as he silently asked why the hell she’d left. His breathing picked up. Against her pussy, his cock got impossibly harder. “Baby…”
Haisley didn’t want to talk. “Kiss me.”
Nash tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled with a growl. “Give me your goddamn mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words slipped out before she rose on her toes and offered him her lips, curling her fingers into his shirt and holding her breath as her heart threatened to burst from her chest.
He was on her in an instant, rough hands pulling her body against his stiff denim and stiffer cock while he covered her mouth and sank in with his plunging tongue, dominating her with one sweep.