Page 57 of Silver Sanctuary
“Nah.” She knew he hadn’t meant for her to see it, but she didn’t miss the way his gaze traveled out the window and down the street.
The door jingled and Lacy forced her shoulders to relax as she raised her eyes off the arrangement in front of her.
“You… out,” Nash barked at Hawk. “I need to speak with my wife. Alone.”
“See?” Hawk laughed. “All right you two, enjoy yourtalk.” Hawk closed his laptop and grabbed his bag off the chair before he slapped Nash on the back and made his way out of the shop.
“It’s not time to go get Embrie yet. What are you doing?”
Nash flipped the open sign around and locked the door.
“What’s going on?” Her chest constricted painfully. “Is it something bad? Is Embrie okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” Nash reassured her, still hovering by the door. His eyes darkened as he watched her. She felt the heat of his gaze on every visible inch of her body. “Have you taken your lunch break?”
Lacy shook her head. “I’ve got deliveries this afternoon. I was going to get a head start on them.”
“I’m starving, Lace. Was hoping you’d help me out.”
“What are you hungry for?”
His eyes narrowed, and her heart rate doubled. Her fiancé looked like he was about to take a bite out of her.The air inside her shop went still, but his cologne still managed to make its way to her over the scent of the flowers. It wrapped its rich tendrils around her body, awakening every nerve ending, sending her spiraling with need.
“You.”
Lacy’s thighs squeezed together, her core blossoming to life with a deep, achy need.
“Nash. I can’t. I’m at work.”
“I don’t see anyone else around. Was hoping we could repeat that kiss behind the counter, and then I could show you what I really wanted to do that afternoon to make you feel better.”
Her body buzzed with desire. She was so fucking attracted to her fiancé.
Lord help her.
“Tell me,” she whispered as he stalked closer. Yes, he was a lion trained right on his prey. And for once in her life, she didn’t feel vulnerable. No, she knew she held all the power with him, and it made her feel like a queen.
“Oh, baby, I don’t know if you’re ready to hear all the thoughts I’ve had about you. You’re so fucking beautiful, Lacy. And you’re all mine.”
“We can’t…” Her breath hitched as his hands worked to untie her apron, lifting it over her head and letting it fall to the ground without a second thought. His fingers skimmed under her shirt, resting against her hip bone.
“I want you, Lacy. I’ve tasted you, been inside you, but if you told me to back away right now and never touch youagain, I would. It would fucking kill me, but I would do that, because I’m going to be your husband, and I respect you.”
“No! No… that’s not what I meant. I just…”
“Can I kiss you?”
Her eyes dropped to his lips before she stood on her tiptoes, trying not to laugh at how comical their height difference probably looked, and pressed her lips against his jaw.
“I know you have better aim than that.” Nash laughed.
“I think I need a little help.”
“Mm, can’t let my wife suffer.”
“I’m not your wife, Nash.” She loved the possession that flared in his eyes. The way every fiber of his being nearly snapped with tension every time she said those words.
“Tick tock. It’s just a matter of time, Lace. I’ll remind you as many times as you need to hear it. That ring on your finger is real. It’s a promise that one day, when you’re ready, we’ll go make this thing official in the eyes of the government. Because for me… it’s already real. You’re mine.” He pressed his lips to hers. Punishing. Possessive. And when he pulled away, she was left practically begging for more. Nash picked up her hand and pressed his lips to her ring. “Forever, Lacy. I want you. So fucking bad, beautiful.”
