Page 89 of Defending her Heart

Even though my stomach growls, I set my fork down and lean forward. “It means everything you do turns me on, Kendall. From the way you look, to the way you talk, even when you’re pissed at me. It’s the way you walk, the way you hold yourself up strong and proud, the way you eat, the way you cheer for me at my games, and the way you are with my daughter.”

Hell, I shouldn’t have mentioned Paisley when talking about the way she turns me on, but it’s true. Seeing her care for my daughter like she’s her own is the biggest turn on of all.

Kendall takes a sip of her wine and returns it to the table with grace as if my words have no impact on her.

“Who says I’m cheering foryou?”

I lick my lower lip and grin when her eyes track the movement of my tongue. “Because I’ve heard you scream when my tongue, my fingers, and my cock are buried deep inside you. No one else in that stadium can say the same.”

She settles back in her chair and studies me. It’s my last statement that has her shoulders relaxing. We may have started out on the rocky side, with me believing she slept around, but we’re past that now. At least, I hope I’ve proven to her I no longer believe the lies I told myself.

“Eat your dinner.” She tips her chin at my plate, still full of food, and picks up her fork. “I have plans for you and I don’t want to be interrupted by your growling stomach.

CHAPTER THIRTY

KENDALL

Holy shit. I have never wanted Nash as much as I want him tonight. Something changed in him. Something that scares the shit out of me as much as it turns me on. I’m desperate to fuck his brains out, and if it’s in the backseat of my car, so be it.

We’re not even out of the parking lot yet when I reach over and squeeze his thigh.

“Easy.” He traps my hand between his and his leg. “No need to cause an accident.”

“You talking about in your pants or with the car?” I tease.

“Fuck me,” he mutters.

“Exactly what I want to do.”

“Not in the car, sweetheart.”

“We can’t go back to my place, and yours—”

“Paisley is spending the night at my parents’ house.”

Heat rushes up my neck. Alone with Nash in his house? The freedom to really scream his name when he gives me the best orgasms in the universe?

“Why am I just now learning this? We could have skipped dinner and gotten right to dessert.”

“Because, like you said, I needed fuel to do all the things I want to do to you.”

“Hm.” I slide my hand to his crotch and rub my palm against the hard cock.

“Damn, Kendall.” He squeezes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the inside of my wrist. “Fifteen minutes and we’ll be home.”

“Make it ten and I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sex talking I can do. The serious shit earlier? It was too much. It made me nervous. This is just sex. Fun, playful banter. Not the kind of words you say to someone you’re in a relationship with. Or at least, that’s what I was told when I attempted to incorporate dirty talk into—nope.Stop.

“Tell me about something that happened in school on Friday,” Nash says, giving my wrist another kiss.

Tingles work their way up my arm. “You want me to talk about school?”

“Fuck, yes. Anything to distract my dick from coming in my pants. You smell too good, and I’m dying to get another taste of you. Everywhere.”

“So telling you how wet I am is not a good idea?”

“Fuck, Kendall. No. Tell me about that annoying kid in your class who likes to pick on Paisley.”

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