Page 58 of Shattering Nash

There was no mistaking his desire bumping up against her waist. Charley was tempted to lower her hand but kept her control intact.

Nash drove his hands up her neck and into her hair, taking her lips again. A shivering ripple crossed over her flesh. Charley tightened her thighs, trying to control the moisture pooling between her legs. This was the natural effect Nash had on her.

“Nash?” she whispered against his mouth.

He tightened his grip and tore away from her lips, and his hot breath fanned over her face. He slid his hand up her throat and across her cheek. He stared back at her with so much passion and need. Charley swallowed her breath and licked her lips. She just wanted more. Charley wanted everything. She was fully prepared to bare it all in the back room of her work.Literally.

Nash had other plans. His thumb strummed across her jaw, and he angled his head. He didn’t say anything. He just stared. A moment, which could’ve been awkward, had Charley mesmerized and lost in his blue-eyed stare. He had the most amazing eyes. Or maybe he didn’t. But in this moment, they were everything to her. His fingers slid across her hairline and over her forehead. His gaze followed his hand.

“Tell me about your dream.”

If anything could’ve ruined the moment in an instant…that was it.

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. She was fully prepared to strip down and give him anything he wanted. However, she wasn’t ready to share her inner thoughts.

His masculine rough chuckle echoed through the room. He caressed his thumb over her jaw. “We’ll get there.”

He leaned in, taking her mouth once again, but it ended too quickly. When he pulled away, she inched closer, wanting more. Nash’s hand grasped her jaw in a tight hold, keeping her at bay. His eyes, though? All heat.

“I’m taking you home.” His growl was a stern warning, and a promise.

Take me home!

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What the fuck am I thinking?The sole reason for cornering her at the store was to get more information. Seducing her was never in his plans.Or was it?

The drive had been a mix of awkward silence and Charley fidgeting in her seat. She was nervous while he was completely at ease. Nash worked best under pressure. She was the polar opposite.

“Do you know where I live?”

Nash snorted, flicked on his left turn signal, and made his way to Inez’s complex.How the fuck does she live there?That would be a story for another day.

“You moved.”

It wasn’t posed as a question, but he noticed she turned in the seat with her gaze aimed at him.

“A few days ago.”

This would’ve been the perfect opening for him to question her. Why move? Why this apartment? How did you find it? It would’ve been a simple, easy interrogation. Nash held back. He slid his hand over the console, down her leg, and cupped her knee. She froze under his fingertips.

“Relax, Charley.” It was the same phrase he’d used with her days ago.

Her response was the same.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Nash turned his head toward the window, giving in to a smile. This woman following his commands?Fuck!

He pulled into the empty lot and parked near the entrance. Once he shut down the engine, Charley was out of the car before he opened his door. They’d work on that. In his world, opening her own door was unacceptable. It wasn’t misogynist, nor chivalrous. It was all about protection. It was his job to getout first, take in the surroundings, secure her safety before she emerged. Charley was his only priority at the moment.

He reached into the backseat, grabbing the bottle of liquor and got out of the car. He rounded the bumper, meeting her at the passenger side door.

Nash rested his hand on her back, escorting her inside the building. The threat at Inez’s would be minimal, but Nash wouldn’t take any chances. They entered the elevator, and she pressed the third button. He clenched his jaw. Why the fuck was she living here? His back stiffened as he watched the screen.

When the elevator doors opened on the third floor, Charley walked out. Nash made no move to follow her. She only took three steps before glancing over her shoulder, then turning around. He’d given no explanation or excuse.

“Do you want come in?”

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