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Not a metaphor for an orgasm either.

But the edge of the hot tub.

Nash and she rolled in, sinking straight into the steamy water.

After she gasped from the shock of it, she laughed. So did he. But their bodies quickly adjusted to the change of location, and they kissed again. And again. Nash added some touching, too, by cupping her butt and pressing her center against his erection.

Of course, that particular part of him was still covered by his jeans, so she did something about that. It wasn’t easy though, not when the kissing took on a fresh urgency. Not when her body was begging for her to get him naked.

Nash helped with that last part. He managed to get out of his jeans and boxers. But just as important, he managed something else. He went through his now-soaked wallet and came up with a condom.

Caroline silently cursed for not remembering safe sex, but soon, she forgot all about the near lapse. That’s because Nash jumped straight back to the kissing. To the touching. All the while he managed to get on the condom. It was very effective multitasking.

He anchored her against the side of the hot tub, right on a jet that was giving her some amazing sensations on her backside, while Nash gave her even more amazing sensations on her front.

By hooking her legs around his waist and pushing into her.

The fresh wave of pleasure came fast, filling her. Spreading through her. She got lost in it. Got lost in Nash.

Thankfully, he didn’t treat her like glass. There was gentleness but a hard urgency, too, that told her he needed her as much as she needed him. The thrusts inside her became harder, faster, deeper.

And each one took her closer and closer to that peak.

She wanted to hang on. Wanted to make this last. But she couldn’t. Nash saw to that. He quickened the pace, and then he claimed her mouth with his just as the climax rippled through her.

Pleasure. So much pleasure. No thoughts, no words. Just the sensation of being taken by a man who knew exactly how to make her fly.

She flew all right.

And once Nash had stretched out every last moment of her climax, he flew right along with her.

Chapter Fourteen

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Nash read through the report he’d just gotten while he kept an eye on Caroline. Not that she was going anywhere. She was exactly where she’d been for the past half hour since they’d gotten out of the hot tub.

Asleep on the sofa.

He’d been worried that sex might be too much for her, that she could have regrets and doubts, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. She’d dressed, kissed him some more, and snuggled up on the sofa while waiting for any updates. Before the first update had come through, she’d been sound asleep, and Nash was hoping she’d stay that way for a while.

Now, he was the one wide awake and dealing with the doubts. No regrets though about having sex with Caroline. Being with her had seemed, well, a necessity rather than for mere pleasure. The pleasure had certainly been there though, and it hadn’t sated his need for her. Just the opposite. He wanted her all over again.

That led him to the big question that kept flashing in his mind.

What was next for them?

Or was there even a next?

One-time sex didn’t mean there had to be a next. But he knew there would be…something. Dates, maybe? A relationship? More?

It troubled him that he wanted more. That she might not need the same. If so, then he couldn’t press for anything other than what she could give him. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt like hell if she walked away.

But he couldn’t blame her if she did.

It was one thing to say he didn’t remind her of Bodie, of the attack. It was an entirely different thing to try to cope with on a daily basis.

With that dismal possibility joining the flashing question in his head, he forced his attention back on the two updates he’d gotten. The first was from Slade, and the second was from Ruby.

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