Page 52 of Wicked and Bound

“Now.” Nash reached for his fly. “I want you naked. Bare yourself to me.”

Haisley lurched to her feet and set about exposing every part of herself. She fell into his hot stare as she slowly lifted her brief little sundress from her body, then peeled off her bra and underwear. She wanted him to see her naked—both inside and out.

He toed off his shoes and shoved down his pants. Then, breathing hard, they stood completely exposed in front of each other. Haisley felt the moment all the way to her heart.

“Beautiful,” he said hoarsely, cupping her neck and pressing his forehead to hers.

She closed her eyes, drinking in his sincerity, before he swept her into his arms and carried her back to the bed, slinging covers and pillows aside until nothing lay between them but the profundity of the moment.

“You are, too,” she whispered, her words nearly lost in the rumble of thunder.

He nodded, his expression so intense it stole her breath. As if in this moment nothing and no one else existed in his world but her. “No going back.”

“Ever.” The promise fell from her lips as he covered her body with his. She welcomed his weight, his heat, his strength. Here, now, only Nash existed. Only their love mattered.

“I’m all yours,” she whispered, meaning those words with every fiber of her being.

Need twisted his expression before he captured her lips in another dizzying kiss. Her heart revved. Their breaths mingled as they exchanged another glance full of unspoken feelings. Then his eyes darkened and he made his way down her body, his mouth lingering at her breasts, nipping and sucking her swollen tips.

Sensation flowed over her like warm honey as she arched to be closer to him, whimpering for more when her nipples became tight and sensitive. Back and forth he dipped from one breast to the other until her ache grew unbearable. She shifted restlessly beneath him.

“Patience,” he muttered against her skin as a smile tugged at his lips.

He’d always loved reducing her to a beseeching puddle of aroused female. But today wasn’t strictly about pleasure, but connection. About beginning their tomorrows…as many as fate allowed them.

“Haven’t we waited long enough?” she murmured as she spread her legs beneath him.

Nash’s eyes turned black as he made his way up her body wordlessly and pressed another reverent kiss across her lips. Then he wrapped possessive hands around her hips and tunneled his way inside her gently but insistently.

Haisley wrapped her arms around him with a gasp, absorbing the bliss and naked honesty in their joining.

Slowly, he pressed in, then eased back, over and over, inching deeper each time. As insistent as he seemed to bury himself inside her, he seemed equally determined to make their lovemaking last forever.

Finally, he slid home completely, something between a groan and a growl falling from his lips. “Baby…”

She welcomed him with a fluttering sigh. The sight, the sensations, the purity of the moment made her head swim and her heart swoon.

He finally inched back and drove deep again in slow, smooth strokes. God, she’d never felt anything like this—her heart linking up with her body to produce a dizzying sensation. It was heady, euphoric, swoonworthy.

This was more than mere sex. They were making honest, pure-hearted love—maybe for the first time. Haisley clung to the moment, committing it to memory as she gave herself over.

Desire soared. Need climbed and clawed until she craved the ecstasy he heaped on her. As the power and pace of his thrusts picked up, his stare never wavered. She fell into his eyes as he gave his all to her body.

They rocked together. He grabbed her hands, lacing their fingers together above her head. Time seemingly stood still, as if the universe knew this act, spurred on by their two hearts beating as one, was sacred.

Danger still lurked, but Haisley committed to this moment with him. She lost herself in their shared pleasure, in the promise of the future she hoped they had the chance to share.

Nash filled her in every way—his hard shoulders under her nails, his manly scent in her nose, his salty taste against her lips. Their stares fastened and fused. He began chanting her name.

Pleasure spiraled up, spinning her toward a whirlwind of bliss like nothing she’d ever felt. Her heartbeat surged, pounding in her ears like the quickening beat of a primal drum.

He rocked against her, shuttling in and out, filling her with slow, powerful strokes. Blood raced. Bliss gathered. Everything in her life seemed to narrow to this moment where there was only him and her and their love.

Her body tightened as her climax coiled. She drowned in his stare, biting her lip to stop herself from crying out his name.

“Come for me, baby,” he gasped, his voice a desperate growl.

“Come with me,” she begged as the electricity in the room flickered.

---