Page 67 of Filthy Devil

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

NASH

The soundof the shower running in the background startles me. Opening my eyes, I glance around and realize that I’m at home, in my bedroom, but I wonder who the fuck could be in the shower. Then it all comes back to me.

It’s James.

MyJames.

And then I grunt as I attempt to pull up to sitting. A sharp pane slides throughout my body. It really fucking comes back to me then. Sonofabitch. I was stabbed, then had surgery, and spent way too much fucking time lying in a hospital bed.

The water turns off, and I curse myself because all I want to do is strip down and join James in the shower. Another thing that this motherfucker took from me. When the door to the bathroom opens, I see her standing there.

She’s wearing a pair of tight leggings and an oversized T-shirt. Her hair is wet and freshly combed. Her face perfectly clean of any traces of makeup. “You’re awake.”

“I am,” I murmur, my voice sounding much hoarser than I expect.

Clearing my throat, I let out a slight cough, then force myself up a bit more. I close my eyes when a grunt escapes. James moves away from the door and slowly walks toward me. Goddamn, she’s sexy. She’s not trying to be. She just is.

This woman is sexy as fuck, and she’s mine.

All mine.

I watch as she climbs onto the bed, her knees spreading as she straddles my thighs. I feel her palms press against my chest as I tip my head back to look up at her. The back of my head hits the headboard, and I let out a grunt.

“Nash,” she whispers.

Shaking my head once, I clear my throat again. “Nashville,” I state.

Her eyes widen, then she leans forward, and her lips touch mine before she whispers my real name.

“Nashville.”

My cock twitches at the sound of my full name on her lips. “Nashville,” she repeats the word.

Fuck me.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to stop saying my name unless you’re gonna ride me.”

She curls her fingers around the side of my neck, tipping her chin so that her eyes meet mine. Grabbing ahold of her waist, I grip her there tightly. She lets out a heavy sigh. Then her lips curve up into a smile.

“Your family is just a few feet away,” she warns.

I snort. “You think I give a fuck?”

Without another word, she leans forward until her mouth touches mine again. I feel her tongue slip inside of me, tasting me. I would give everything to James. Anything and everything she could ever dream of is hers. I’m that fucking in love with her.

James nibbles on my bottom lip as she breaks the kiss. “Food first. Then sex.”

She climbs off me, shooting me a bright smile as if she wasn’t just straddling me, making me so fucking horny that I can’t see straight. I have never felt this before, and in the midst of all this chaos, there is still her.

“Nashville?” she asks, her eyes searching mine, and her expression turns serious.

I haven’t processed exactly what happened, but I’m doing that right now. “You saved me,” I rasp. She shakes her head, but I don’t let her speak. I continue. “You walked into that room like a woman fucking possessed, and you saved me.”

“That wasn’t my plan. To go in there and do that,” she whispers.

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