Page 45 of The Lyrics of Love

Nash hesitated. “Is that what you really want?”

“It’s more than what I want. It’s what I need,” she admitted.

“Then we need to slow down. I don’t want to be in a rush. I want to take my time discovering you.”

Her eyes widened at his words. She moved toward the bed but then switched off the lamp, plunging them into darkness. He took a few steps and bumped into her, then felt for the table and the lamp, turning it on again.

“I want to do more than touch. I want to see,” he explained.

A blush stained her cheeks. “Do you—”

“I do. Remember, it’s just us here. No one else. Okay?”

She nodded uncertainly. “Okay.”

“The first thing I want to do is undress you. Can I do that?”

Rylie nodded.

Nash took his time, kissing her deeply, then removing her shirt. “I liked the color of this. It matches your eyes.”

“I wore it because of that. Because I wanted to look good for you tonight.”

“You did,” he assured her and then grinned. “But I think I’ll like you better out of it.”

That made her laugh, breaking some of the tension. He tossed the shirt, and it landed on a nearby chair. His fingers ran along her spine, and he knew she experienced the same chills he did. He finally stopped at the clasp to her bra, unhooking it, pulling the straps from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled from it as he dropped it. Her breasts were round and firm. He kneaded them, getting to know the feel of them. Of her.

Nash kissed her some more and then his lips trailed down the long column of her throat, reaching the top curve of one breast. He glided his tongue along it, hearing her contented sigh. Backing her into the mattress, he eased her back, following, his mouth latching onto her breast. He feasted upon it, hearing her soft moans, feeling her writhe beneath him, liking the sounds she made and the feel of her warm body. He teased her nipple with his fingers and then his teeth, causing her to cry out.

He paid equal attention to her other breast, and she began to move beneath him. Suddenly, he needed his skin against hers and rose, pulling his T-shirt from his head and throwing it over his shoulder. Now hot flesh met hot flesh, and once more he buried his face against her throat as his hands kneaded those perfect globes. He needed to taste her again and brought his mouth to her nipple, sucking and licking it. Rylie squirmed beneath him.

“More!” she cried.

He stopped, staring deeply into her eyes. “I’ll give you everything you need, darlin.’ Everything.”

Rising from the mattress, he moved to her feet, removing her shoes and placing them under the bed so he wouldn’t trip over them later. He unbuttoned her capris and slowly moved them down her hips, alternating in an undulating fashion, enjoying how she panted. Nash knelt and pulled Rylie to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling from the mattress. He slipped his fingers underneath her panties and ran his thumb along the seam of her sex, finding her panties damp.

“You want me.”

“I told you I did,” she said breathlessly.

He toyed with her, his tongue running up and down the seam, the thin material between them. Then he yanked hard, ripping them from her, hearing her gasp, his tongue plunging inside. Oh, the utter sweetness drenched him. As he moved his tongue, he heard her shallow breathing and felt the rise of her hips. She began groaning, moving against his mouth, and then she shrieked, bucking strongly. He tasted her juices flowing, his hands locking against her hips.

“Nash!” she cried out. “Nash!”

A deep satisfaction filled him, different from anything which had come before. He stepped back from her, pulling off his boots, discarding his jeans and boxer-briefs, and digging in his pocket for his wallet. It held one precious condom.

Rylie gazed up at him with a dazed expression, her chest rising and falling, her eyes growing large as she watched him roll the condom onto his cock.

Hovering above her, he asked, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Yes. Yes.”

He entwined his fingers with hers, pulling them above her head, and moved so his cock teased her. With a quick, unexpected thrust, he plunged into her, hearing her gasp, her fingers tightening on his.

Nash pumped into her, their dance of love heated and sweaty. He held out for as long as he could, kissing her deeply, and in one final thrust, exploded inside her. Rylie gasped against his mouth as he collapsed atop her. Not wanting to crush her, he rolled away, still inside her.

His hands cradled her face as he kissed her. “Soft kisses on a summer’s night.”

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