Page 68 of Shattering Nash

“I like you in this.” He leaned closer, tugging on her shirt and brushing his lips under her ear. “But I’d love you naked.”

“I could take it off,” she whispered.

It was the last thing he’d expected from her lips. His shy and quiet beauty was showing all the signs of an irresistible siren.Fuck!Nash was known for his control, but it was wavering at the moment.

Nash clenched his jaw when she drew her hands up to the top button of her blouse. Never in his life had he been so tempted by a woman. It was usually him giving instructions and taking control. Charley was full of surprises.

She kept her eyes locked on him as she unbuttoned her shirt. She dropped her arms to her sides, with the gaping opening leaving only a tease of her toned belly and a snippet of her breasts.

“Take it off.” He growled.

She slid her hand over her shoulder, her shirt sliding down her arm. She repeated the movement until the shirt slipped away, pooling around her waist, leaving her in only her beige bra. It was generic and no frills. It shouldn’t have been sexy.But it is.

“All of it.”

Her chest rose. He could almost see her heart racing. Charley might be nervous, but she wasn’t hesitating. She reached around her back. Seconds later, the bra fell to her lap, exposing her breasts.Fuck me!

Charley slid her gaze over his chest, then down to the buckle of his jeans, and whispered, “Your turn.”

This woman didn’t even realize what this slow seduction was doing to him. He reached back over his shoulders, gripping his shirt and pulling it over his head. A small smile merged on her lips. When she glanced up, he saw the heat in her gaze.

“Should we go to your bedroom?”

Fuck, yes!That was exactly where he intended on taking her. But he wasn’t done playing just yet. He wanted to see what other surprises she might be hiding.

“You like my bike?”

“Yes.” Her breath hitched when he slid his hands over her stomach and up to her chest, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs.

“I can bend you over it” —His lips trailed over her neck— “and fuck you.”

“Yes.” She moaned.

Nash had the vision in his head. If he didn’t get her up to his bed, he’d be acting out this fantasy.

“You wet for me?”

“Yes.” She moaned.

Nash wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the bench. Her legs immediately wrapped around him, and her lips landed on his mouth. He dipped his tongue insider her mouth, tasting her. If his cock got any harder, he’d bust the zipper.

Fuck!

He walked to the back corner of the garage and elbowed the button on the wall.Thank fuck for the elevator.It had been an unnecessary indulgence when he’d designed the house. He didn’t use it often, but he was grateful for it now. The quicker he got her upstairs, the sooner he’d be inside her.

Chapter Thirteen

Are we moving?

With his lips on her neck, her breasts pressed against his chest, and his hands gripping her ass, she could barely think coherently. She flickered open her eyes just in time to realize they were in an elevator. The doors opened, and he stalked out and across the hallway through an open door.

His bedroom. The only light seeping into the room came through the blinds. It was dark and dim with a soft glow centered on the bed. She dropped her face to his neck, tightening her hold. This was playing out in real time like one of her fantasies.Only better.

Nash bent over, she fell against the mattress, and his body came over hers. He kissed her, driving her head into the soft cushion as he ground his hips into her core. Charley was wishing away the clothes separating them. If they were naked, he’d be inside her.

She moaned, sliding her hands over his flesh, digging in her nails and pivoting her hips. His muscles contracted, and she traced her fingers across the outline of his ripped physique.

“Nash,” she said on a whimper.

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