Chapter 7
Laura woke with her nose pressed against Nash’s throat, one arm thrown over his belly, and a leg wrapped around his closet one like her life depended on keeping him close. In return, both his arms were around her torso holding her tight to his naked, expect for a pair of briefs, body.
She didn’t remember coming to bed. And considering she was fully clothed and nothing ached they hadn’t done what she’d hoped they would after the movie finished. Come to think of it, she didn’t recall watching the end of the movie.
Had she fallen asleep on him?
Motherfucker. How embarrassing. She’d objected when he said they weren’t having sex yet then crashed on him.
Sighing, she tried to wiggle out of his hold only to have his arms tighten around her and the leg she didn’t have hostage with her own, hook over their entwined limbs, pinning her in place.
“Where you think you’re going?” he rumbled in a sleep roughened voice that had shivers shooting down her spine and out to her fingers and toes.
“Nowhere.”
“Good.”
She waited for him to say something else. When he didn’t seem inclined to talk she couldn’t help but fill the silence. And because she’d always been a say it how it is kind of woman, she let her thoughts be known. “This is weird.”
“Weird bad or just weird different?” he asked, the low rumble of his voice vibrating over her skin raising goose bumps.
“Different weird.” She swallowed. “I’ve never woken up in bed with a guy before.”
Nash went rock solid against her, she could imagine the frown on his face. “Define never woken up in bed with.”
“I’m not a virgin.”
“Okay. I still need you to explain.”
He remained still and as much as she liked to be honest, it was hard to reveal things that made her feel inferior in some way. And her limited sexual experience made her feel like the virgin she told him she wasn’t.
Sucking in a deep breath she braced for judgement and dove in. “I told you I’ve never lived with anyone who wasn’t family.”
“You did.”
“Well, I’ve never slept with anyone who wasn’t family either.”
“I’m hoping we’re talking sleep as in visiting dreamland and not sleep as in sex.”
“Really?” She tipped her chin so she could look over her shoulder and see his face, but his closed eyes kept his inner thoughts hidden.
“Just checking.”
“Nash.”
“You’re right, stupid comment.” Opening his eyes, he shuffled them around until they were on their sides facing each other, his arms around her waist and legs tangled with hers. “You’ve never spent the night with a guy?”
“No.”
“Hmm…”
“None of my relationships were that kind.”
“The kind as in the guy sticks around after sex? Or you do?”
“Both I guess.” She shrugged. “I never wanted to stay. And obviously neither did any of the guys I was with.”
“Idiots.”
“What?”
“They were all idiots.” His hold tightened. “Make no mistake. I’m not an idiot and I plan on sticking around.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “I think you’re already stuck.”
“This may be wanted”—he gave her a squeeze to let her know what he was referring to—“but until it’s not forced by the storm of the season it doesn’t count. You won’t trust it.”
Oh. She hadn’t thought of that but his words rang true and she couldn’t stop the rush of uncertainty that flashed through her. “Should we put everything off until we actually have a choice on whether we want to spend time together or not?”
“Fuck no! We’re doing this. We started yesterday when we both agreed to be all in.”
“Right. Okay. So…are we still not having sex yet?” His naked body was plastered against her and his morning erection hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Because…” She rocked her hips into his.
“Question. Actually, a couple, kind of.”
“Okay. Go.”
“Are you on the pill? Because I don’t have condoms. And if you are, are you comfortable going without condoms. I’m clean. I can show you my latest test results and I haven’t been with anyone since I moved here.”
“Here? To the Inn?” Motherfucker. Who had he been fucking?
“No. Here, as in Winter Lake.”
“Oh. But that’s…” The implication of his words left her speechless.
“Yeah. See the thing is, I’m not some young buck looking to scratch an itch. Haven’t been in too many years to count, and within a week of arriving in Winter Lake I saw someone I wanted but couldn’t seem to get. Hence, no sex for me. Didn’t want to have it with anyone but you.”
“Wow. That’s…I don’t know what that is.”
“Don’t worry about that. Answer the questions.”
She wasn’t worried about his admission but it certainly gave her more to think about. A little more faith in her decision to see where their attraction went. “I have an IUD and I’m clean. We’re tested regularly for work.”
“And?”
“Ah, I’m good with going without condoms.”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound all that confident.”
“No, I am, I just.” She had to swallow before she could get the words out. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
“Neither have I.”
“Oh!” Why did his words bring a flush of heat and pleasure? She didn’t want to think about Nash having sex with other women, but to know he’d never taken this step with any of them? Yeah, that made her feel good. Really good. “First for both of us then.”
He grinned. “Is it bad that I like the idea of having this first with you?”
“No.” She couldn’t let him be the only one making confessions. “I like it too.”
His gaze locked with hers and he studied her for long seconds before a sexy grin curled his lips. “Okay, we’ve established condoms aren’t a necessity.”
“Does that mean we’re—”
Nash’s mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue pushing between her lips and taking possession of her mouth with breath stealing speed. His hands weren’t idle either. They burrowed under her clothes, pushing and shoving until he found bare skin.
Tearing his mouth from hers he demanded, “Clothes off.”
Laura grinned. She’d been prepared to push things—push him. Because now that she’d opened herself up to this attraction she didn’t want to hold back. They’d both spent years holding back. No more. In two heartbeats she had her top half naked and was working on the bottom.
“Fuck.” She glanced up to find Nash’s gaze on her breasts, the heat swirling in his eyes enough to scorch her skin. “Look at you.”
Her boobs weren’t big, but she had a decent handful, and they were well shaped with nice nipples. Well, she’d always thought they were nice, and judging by his reaction he thought so too.
“I want to lay you out and just look at you but it’s too cold for that.” His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs strumming the taut nipples. “Get those pants off and get back under the covers.”
“It’s not that cold.” The goose bumps dotting her skin had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the man turning her inside out with his heated gaze. “We’ll keep each other warm with body heat,” she muttered as she kicked the sweatpants off her legs.
“I saw you yesterday, but Jesus fucking Christ woman.” He grabbed her hips and yanked her over him. “I want those tits in my face, those nipples in my mouth.”
Shivering, she moved so she straddled him and dropped her chest toward his face. “Hey. Why do you still have pants on?”
“Because if I don’t I’m inside you and you’re not ready yet.”
She laughed. “If I was any more ready it would be embarrassing.” Bolder than she’d ever been with a lover, she pushed a hand between her legs and swirled her fingers through her wetness. Skin coated, she brought her hand up and painted each of her nipples with her slickness.
Nash sucked in a breath that quickly rushed out on a “Fuck me.”
“That’s the plan.” Smiling, she aimed one damp nipple at his mouth. “After you get these tits in your mouth of course.”
With a feral sound between a growl and a roar, Nash reared up and flipped them over. Pressed to the mattress beneath him, she watched his head lower, his tongue lashing out to lick up the moisture around each nipple. When he was done he licked his lips and said, “I need more of that.”
Before she could determine his meaning he’d shuffled backward on the bed, wedged his shoulders between her thighs and put his mouth on her sex.
Holy motherfucking shit!
Tongue and lips and teeth and fingers and she was rocketing up and up and up and over.
She’d never come so quickly or so hard in her life. The orgasm twisted her tight and spun her out except it didn’t slow down or taper off. Neither did Nash.
He ate her like a starving man. Like the slick heat between her legs was his first meal in months, his last meal on earth. Nothing and nowhere was off limits to his questing mouth and fingers. He stroked and pressed and probed and the orgasm that wouldn’t end siphoned the breath from her lungs.
“Nash.” She tried to shout but his name was barely a sound as she struggled for breath. She wiggled away, squirmed closer, couldn’t decide which way she needed to move to find what she wanted—what she needed.
Fuck. She didn’t even know what she needed. Sensations splintered in every direction faster than she could register them—savor them.
He was laying siege to her senses and nothing seemed important except the blinding pleasure he was delivering.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Three fingers thrust inside her as he moved his mouth up over her mound to her stomach. His tongue toyed with her belly button before trailing higher to her breasts where took a leisurely tour of her flesh with his mouth. Arching up, she pressed her boob into his face in search of more.
When his fingers disappeared from her sex a cry of protest left her throat only for air to be sucked back in when he pressed the head of his cock against her drenched opening.
“Now you’re ready,” he announced with the punch of his hips.
Her cry mingled with his groan. He’d gone all the way, taken her in one plunge. His length and width stretching her to the limit.
“Fuck. So tight.” He breathed against her breast. “Okay?”
Was she? She’d had sex but she’d never felt anything like this. The twinge that had her muscles clenching around his invading cock couldn’t be called pain but it wasn’t really pleasant either. It made her want more and to pull away at the same time.
“Laura?”
“I’m okay.” She pulled in a breath. “I think.”
“Fuck.” His head shot up, his gaze instantly locking with hers. “Talk to me.”
“It’s…” She breathed deep, tried to comprehend the sensations flooding her. “You’re…”
“What, Laura? Tell me. Did I hurt you? Should I pull out?”
“No.” She clamped her legs tightly around his hips. “Not hurt exactly.”
“What then?” His troubled gaze searched hers.
“I think I’m just rusty and well, you’re not really small if you know what I mean.” This was embarrassing. She was acting like a virgin and the last thing she wanted was for Nash to pull out. “Give me a second. It already feels different to when you first—”
“Rammed into you like a rutting bull?” He dropped his forehead to rest on hers. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d prepared you enough. I won’t do it again.”
“Nash if you think this has put me off having sex with you you’re nuts. Sure, for a second it was overwhelming and I couldn’t catch my breath, but honest to god this is the best sex I’ve ever had and we haven’t even really started. Don’t you dare stop or not do this again.”
“I’ve got an idea.” Keeping them connected he rolled, switching their positions. “You’re in charge from now on.”
“Always?”
He smiled. “For now.”
“Okay, confession time. I’ve never been on top.” Her sex life had been of the average variety. Below average if what they’d done so far was an example of what Nash offered.
“Do what feels good,” he instructed, his hands gripping her hips. “Rock back and forth or move up and down. It’ll all feel good for me so do what works for you.”
“What if I want you on top?”
“We can do that after you come again.”
“Again?” Shit. She wasn’t sure she’d survive another orgasm like the one he’d just given her.
“Yep. At least two more before I fill you up.”
Her belly clenched.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Do that again.”
She clamped and released her internal muscles several times while keeping the rest of her body still.
Those movements alone pushed her closer to the second release he demanded.
And when he shifted a hand from her hip to her sex, his fingers finding her clit and circling with increasing pressure and speed she couldn’t stop her body from rocking against him.
Couldn’t stop instinct from taking over.
In no time she was rising up and plunging down and driving them both toward the peak.
He didn’t get his wish. As she crested and flew over the edge of her second orgasm her body clamped down on his cock and took him with her.