Page 54 of Silver Sanctuary
She shook her head.
“No?” he asked.
“It’s not fair that I’m standing here in my birthday suit and you’ve still got your clothes on.”
In ten seconds flat, he went from fully dressed to standing in front of her, naked.
“Much better.” She smiled, her eyes hooded as she drew a trail all over her body with her gaze.
Nash pulled her into his chest, kissing her as he guided them to the bed. His cock pressed against her stomach, already weeping at the thought of sinking inside her. They fell, his arms outstretched to try and catch their landing on the mattress. With her hair splayed out all around her head on the pillow, Lacy looked like a goddess.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Lace. The woman of myfucking dreams. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this moment—waited for it to happen.”
“Show me,” she begged. “Show me all the things you’ve been dreaming about.”
Now that, he could do.
“Hands above your head, Lace. No touching me—not yet. I don’t want to embarrass myself too quickly here.”
“Why would you…” Her brows furrowed, the cutest little worry line forming between them.
“There’s been no one, for a very long time.”
Her head lifted off the pillow. “How long?”
“Ten years. Or longer.”
“Why? You’re so handsome. And literally the sweetest, most protective man I’ve ever met. How are you not having to beat women away with a baseball bat?”
“Well, first, I would never do that to a woman.” She scoffed, but he just continued. “And second, I got sick of meaningless sex. Gage found his wife and had his son and I just saw how in love they were and I wanted that—I wanted towaitfor that. Even when I watched him go through the unimaginable pain of losing them, I knew it was worth it. So I waited. I waited all this time… for you.”
“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.
“Yes, you do. You deserve better than me, but I’m not giving you up. So I’ll work every single day to be the man you deserve.” He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her shoulder. His lips pressed against her chest, right between her breasts. And then his hand came up and rested against her belly.
It was so flat—smooth without any stretch marks. Lacy must be one of those women who had the genetics to be able to carry a baby without getting them. That didn’t matter to him. The stretch marks on her hips and thighs were sexy as hell to him. If she carried his baby one day and got them on her belly, he’d worship them every day.
She went still under his touch.
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking about when you were pregnant with Embrie—what you looked like. How cute your belly must have been. Do you have pictures, Lace? I’d love to see them.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
He pressed a kiss just below her belly button. “That’s okay. Are you on birth control?”
“I have the implant in my arm. It’s good for the next three years.”
“Okay.”
“And… I was tested as soon as I got to Silver Springs. Everything came back clean.”
Nash’s brows pulled together. “Okay. Are you sure this is what you want, Lace? We don’t have to?—”
“I swear, Nash Caldwell, if you do not get me off soon, I’m going to take matters into my own hands and you’re not going to be allowed to touch me while I give myself at least three orgasms. So, do you want in on the game, Coach, or are you going to watch?”
“I can do way better than three orgasms.”
