Page 56 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

It was us.

I saw the knowledge for a brief moment before he crushed me to his chest and covered my mouth. I tasted him and I together, a swirling, intoxicating flavor I’d never allowed any man to share with me. Oral sex was fun, but I had never needed to know what I tasted like. Except Nash and rules were mutually exclusive entities.

He banded his arm around my back, rocking me against the bulge in his jeans. I fought the climb. I was too close to the last release. Too aware of every molecule under my skin.

I didn’t want to go alone again.

I was tired of him watching and not losing himself in me.

I wouldn’t be the only one.

I raked my nails through his hair and down his neck. I bit at his lips as the passion rose to a fever between us. Even the tang of blood in my mouth didn’t stop me. Nothing would until I got him inside of me again.

I reached between us and freed him.

He swore as I gripped his length, my thumb stroking lightly under the flared head of his cock.

He wrapped his ruined fingers under the lace at my hip.

“Off,” I said against his mouth. “Tear it.”

His eyes went molten, but for once, he took fucking direction and ripped the fragile strings. Before the tattered black lace was all the way off, I crowded into him. I dragged my pussy down his shaft, coating him with the proof of just how hot I became the moment we touched.

“Fuck.” His voice was a raw growl.

His heart raced in his chest. I could hear it like a kick drum.

Like an endless beat I could chase.

One more way to match him.

He shifted me off him long enough to shed his boots, jeans, and boxers. Then I straddled him again, gripping his shoulders as I rose enough to take him inside. His jaw tightened as he tunneled inside of me. No matter how ready I was for him, it had been a long time since I’d had sex.

The last time we’d been together had been just as crazed.

And like that night, there was nothing between us. No barriers, no condom. He fisted my hair, his eyes blazing into mine. Both then and now, the deed was done.

No sense. No protection. So unlike me.

Part of me knew it was the same for him. Even if he would never admit it.

Would never admit to so much.

I took all of him again and again. He didn’t look away, didn’t blink.

Each stroke was glorious and wrenching at the same time. He invaded every corner of me until my pussy knew only him. Instead of easing the way for him, I clenched down each time and accepted the invasion for what it was.

A first.

The only one who mattered.

There had been very few men before Nash. Far fewer than anyone would probably believe. Being goal-orientated and focused on my career had left me little desire for entanglements. And I wasn’t the kind of woman who fucked for the sake of it.

But Nash wasn’t a simple fuck. Even when I’d wished he was.

His strokes increased, both in tempo and depth. He was breaking me open.

Fuck that.

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