Page 51 of Defending her Heart

I bet even the snarliest of dogs and people-hating cats gravitate toward him. I toss my keys in my purse and climb out of my car. There’s no need to be nervous. I’ve had sex before. Plenty of sex.

“Hey,” Nash says when I reach the bottom step. “Come on in.” He moves aside and I brush past him into his home.

It isn’t the first time I’ve been here, but it’s the first time we’ve been alone. Not that we’re completely alone. Paisley is sleeping. I glance up the stairs and Nash reads my thoughts.

“She’s out cold. Falls asleep hard and fast.”

“Hard and fast. Just how I like it.”

Nash cups his chin in his palm and rubs his face. “You sure about this?”

Knowing he’s nervous about this unchartered territory gives me the strength to pretend to be confident.

“I guess that depends if it’s been so long that you’ve forgotten how to find a woman’s G spot. Assuming you’ve found it before.”

Black eyes pierce me with a snarl. “Is that a challenge?”

I shrug. “I can guide you along. Teach you a few things.”

Nash steps into my space but doesn’t touch me. “Fourteen months?” He touches the end of my hair and wraps a strand around his finger. “You sure your pussy is ready to get wrecked?”

Wrecked?Ho-ly shit. Who would have thunk Mr. Father of the Year a dirty talker in bed? “How do I know you’re not all talk? Trying to scare me away with dirty talk because you’re afraid you won’t be able to keep up?”

A sly smirk forms on his upper lip. “Is this another bet?”

I shake my head. “A challenge.”

“Who can outlast the other?”

“It’s been awhile for both of us. We’re both at a disadvantage. Aren’t you curious who has more sexual stamina and self-control?”

Nash gives my hair a tug before releasing it. “I have plenty of self-control. That’s not the problem.”

“There’s a problem?”

He slowly tips his head up then down. “The problem,” he leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Is that I want tolosecontrol.”

I gulp down my lust and stare into his dark eyes that hide so much. “Give it your best shot, Potato.”

He doesn’t wait another second and pushes me against the wall, slamming his mouth down on mine. I open for him, and our tongues start a battle of control, to which I easily surrender, letting him dominate me.

My hands are trapped between our bodies, and I clutch at the front of his shirt before sliding one hand to the front of his jeans. In a move so fast it would make Superman proud, Nash grips my wrist and slams my hand against the wall above my head.

“Not yet,” he growls into my mouth.

“Afraid your stamina isn’t enough to keep up.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He moves his mouth to my neck and nips, licks, and leaves a trail of kisses from my collarbone to behind my ear. “If you touch me, I’ll come in my jeans.”

I tip my head back so he has easier access. “That sounds like tonight is going to be a disappointing night.”

Nash’s other hand cups my chin and squeezes my cheeks. “There’s not a chance in fucking Hell I’m letting you leave disappointed, Kendall.”

Oh, fuck. The way he growls my name—yes,growls—is hot as Hell. I’ve heard narrators attempt the growling dialogue in audiobooks and none have ever sounded like that.

Needing to pretend I have some form of control, I look into his eyes and deadpan, “All talk. I’m bored just standing here with all my clothes on.”

“Bored, hm?” He nips my earlobe. “So you’re telling me when I slide my finger into your pussy, it’s not going to come out coated in your cum?”

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