Page 68 of Love to Hate You

“Oh, yeah,” I say, sliding over to the edge of the mattress and reaching for his cock.

Nash inhales swiftly as I wrap my fingers around his long, thickening length. I stroke him, watching as his hot cock grows, and a pool of wet heat gathers between my thighs. I have never wanted anyone more in my life. Nash is the only man who gets me excited like this and I lower my face and place a series of soft, teasing butterfly kisses on the tip of his shaft.

His low groan fills the air and I lick up and down his length. Wrapping my lips around him, I draw his cock fully into my mouth and suck him deep. His fingers slide through my hair, pulling, and I moan. I’ve never particularly enjoyed giving head and I’ve always done my best to avoid it. But it’s different with Nash. Giving him pleasure like this gives me a thrill right down to my toes.

When he’s on the verge of exploding, he pulls back and then climbs on top of me. Looking up into his bright blue eyes, I circle my arms around his neck, pull him closer and wrap my legs around his waist. As I lift my hips, desperate for him to fill me, he settles between my legs and pauses, his moist tip teasing my folds.

“It’s you and me, Charlie. From here on out, baby,” he rasps.

“Yes. You and me,” I whisper and place a kiss along his whiskered jawline.

The moment he plunges inside me, I cry out, my entire body arching up off the mattress. He sinks deep and then retreats, setting up a rhythm that is slow and so very intoxicating. I’ve never felt so connected with anyone like this before. Our bodies and souls become one and the beauty of it leaves me clinging to him and crying out his name.

His long, heavy thrusts hit all of my sweet spots and I’m writhing, quickly losing my mind and any semblance of control. He picks up the pace creating a delicious friction that leaves me panting and when he nuzzles the side of my face and I feel the sexy scratch of his scruff, I’m done.

“Oh, God, Nash!” I scream as the orgasm hits me. Waves of intense pleasure quake through my entire body and I tighten my grip on his pulsing cock as my lower body spasms.

With a loud groan, Nash erupts, spilling his hot seed inside me. Breathing hard, he drops down, rolling me with him, keeping us connected. “Jesus,” he swears and presses a kiss to my temple. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

I pepper kisses on his sweat-dampened chest, reveling in the feel of him still inside me. “Do you have any idea how much I love hearing you say that?”

Nash slowly pulls out, turns me around and drags me against the curve of his body. I snuggle down into the warm cocoon of his arms, beyond satisfied. So, content.

“Good. Because I’m going to tell you a thousand times a day until we’re old and gray.”

I lift my hand and stare at the engagement ring on my finger, still in awe of all that transpired over the last couple of hours. “It’s so beautiful.” Nash presses a kiss against my bare shoulder. “So much is about to change,” I say in a low voice.

“I know. Are you ready?”

“As long as you’re with me, I can handle anything. Including motherhood.”

“I have no doubt about your capacity to succeed. I’m inspired by you, baby. You achieve whatever you set your mind to because you’re brilliant.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I say and tuck his hand up under my chin.

“I know neither of us planned to jump into having an instant family, but can I tell you something?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m damn excited,” he admits. “Everything my dad did wrong, I’m going to do right. I’m going to love that little bean growing in your belly so damn much.”

My mouth lifts in a wide smile and I kiss his knuckles. “If you could pick, would you want a boy or a girl?”

For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything. “I would be happy with either. But, if I could choose, I’d want a little girl with honey-colored hair and aquamarine eyes just like her mom.”

His hand slides down over my stomach. The protective way he holds it there makes my heart swell. “You’re going to make an amazing father, Nash Beckett,” I tell him.

“I’ll tell you this much. Our kid is gonna have choices. Whatever he or she wants to do with their life is completely up to them. My dad tried to strongarm us into doing what he wanted and that’s why we all rebelled. But this little one can follow her dreams and never worry that I’ll try to overshadow them with my own.”

“Her?” I echo.

Nash brushes my hair aside, turns my head and kisses me deeply. “Yeah,” he murmurs after our mouths finally break apart. “Just a feeling.”

The idea of having a little girl fills my heart with such warmth that it nearly explodes with love. “And if she wants to come work with her mom and dad?”

“Then she’s welcome. I like the idea of it truly becoming a family affair. My siblings, our kids, us…Yeah, I like it a lot.”

Kids? Plural?Oh my.“One baby at a time, please,” I say with a nervous chuckle. “Or this poor body of mine will never recover.”

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