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He pushes his tongue past my lips and into my pussy. It darts in and out of me at top speed. Each time a little bit further. Like a wild animal hell-bent on making me come.
“You taste so fucking good.” The sound of his voice rumbles between my thighs. It’s enough to make me climax.
“Oh, fuck!”
I try and step away. The feelings are too intense. Too overwhelming. But Nash grabs ahold of my ass with both hands and forces me to stay put.
His tongue lavishes my throbbing wet cunt. Darting inside me and then licking through my silken folds before finally peppering my clit with a million magical kisses. French kisses.
“Oh, Nash…”
I try to think of something to say. But it feels like I’ve had a lobotomy.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. There’s an eager grin on his face.
He may be injured, but something tells me this is only the beginning of a very long, very intense night of passion.
“Baby girl,” he gets up on his feet. Both his hands are on my hips. My forest service shirt is hanging down over my naked legs. It flaps slightly in the breeze from the fire and tickles my thighs. He kisses me softly on the lips. “How about we move this to the bedroom?” he says.
I run my hand down his massive arm. “Are you sure you’re up to this? I don’t want to make your injuries worse.”
“What kind of man would I be, if I couldn’t satisfy the woman I love?”
I step back, aghast. “Love?” I stutter. “But we’ve only just met. You barely know me.”
He moves forward, putting his arms around me and hugging me tight. “I know all I need to know,” he says. “The moment I set eyes on you, I knew you were the girl for me. Everything that’s happened since then has only served to confirm it. You’re beautiful and smart and funny. You’re not afraid to speak your mind. You’re caring. Kind. Generous with your smiles. And most of all, whenever I look at you, I feel this warm glow inside me. Like the burning of a million candles. I feel alive. Like anything is possible with you by my side. I feel love. More intense than I thought possible.”
He runs his finger down the side of my face. The words he’s saying do sound pretty good. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way. It’s just so crazy, that’s all. I half expect to open my eyes and wake up and find out this has all been a dream.
“You’re not just saying this?” I ask. Years and years of self-doubt are hard to let go of. “You’re not telling me what I want to hear?”
“Keira, I can barely believe the words coming out my mouth either. But they’re true. I never believed in love at first sight. Not until I met you. But now I know it’s real. I wanted to keep it to myself. At least for a little while longer. I was worried I might freak you out. Scare you off. But there’s no keeping what I feel inside. It’s too strong. Too powerful.”
“And what if I don’t feel the same way?”
“Then I will spend the rest of my life winning you over.”
A warm fuzzy glow fills my chest and brings a smile to my face. I reach around his neck and kiss him as hard as I possibly can.
“Well, you’re not going have to do that, Nash,” I say. “Because I think I love you, too.”
“Only think?” He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Wait until I get you in the bedroom. Then you’ll know for sure.”
“Those are some big words you’re throwing around, lover boy. You sure you’re gonna be able to live up to them.”
He takes my hand and puts it between his legs. I grip his cock like it’s a buoyancy aid and I’ve just fallen overboard on a luxury cruise ship in the Caribbean and there’s a big school of man-eating sharks getting closer and closer.
“Big words,” he says, “big cock, too.”
I kiss him again, this time biting down hard on his lower lip. I can’t wait to feel him inside me. “Okay,” I say, “you win. I’m yours. To do with as you please. Now can we hurry up and go to the bedroom? I’m dying out here!”
He puts his arms behind my knees and picks me up. If it hurts, he doesn’t show any sign of pain. “Your wish,” he says, “is my command.”
Epilogue
Keira
Four Years Later…
