Chapter 21
NASH
Adrenaline was pumping through me.
A part of me felt Georgie watching, and I didn’t want to look at her. She’d seen the violent side of me. The darkness trained to kill.
The part of me that liked to kill.
There was a reason I was good at it. And there it was. The reason I’ve never gone back to Georgie. The ugliness that I knew no one, except my fellow assassins, could understand.
I didn’t kill for pleasure, but taking down someone who deserved it didn’t bother me one bit.
I lifted my head and my gaze locked with hers.
Then, in an instant, everything in my body froze.
Fuck. She was watching me, her eyes a little wide, her lips parted, and her cheeks flushed the prettiest pink.
There was desire in every line of her body, written all over her face.
My cock swelled, need raging through me.
My hands fisted. Hands that I’d just used to take down those assholes.
Desperately, I reminded myself that she was injured. She was still in pain and covered in bruises, her ribs sore.
I blew out a breath.
“Nash?”
Theo’s deep voice made me shake my head. I turned to look at the head of security.
He raised a brow. “You okay?”
“Yeah. You’ve got this?”
The man glanced at Georgie then back at me. “I’ll take care of things.”
Georgie came toward me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I cleared my throat. “Georgie, this is Theo Garrett. He’s head of the security for the Avernus.”
“Hi,” she said.
Theo nodded his head. “Heard you’re doing really well at the shooting range.” He tipped his chin toward me. “Glad you’re taking good care of this guy.”
“Oh, it’s the opposite. He’s taking care of me.”
“I reckon you’ve got that wrong, little lady.” He stepped back. “I’ll take care of our troublemakers. You two go.” He strode away to join the security team.
“The way you dealt with them…” Georgie grabbed my hand. “You made it look so easy.”
“I’m well trained.”
She shook her head. “It was more than that. It was you. Protecting people.” Her hand slid up my arm. “Nash.”
Need vibrated in her voice.
It had been building up between us all evening. Hell, it had been building up the last few days. With each stolen kiss, each moment we’d spent together. I told myself over and over that I wasn’t going there, not while she was still hurt.
“Please,” she whispered. Then she went on her toes and kissed the underside of my jaw.
My hands clenched on her hips. She was so damn beautiful and she smelled so good.
“I need you,” she murmured.
No one had ever needed me. Sure, my country had needed me to kill, but I’d just been a tool.
I wrapped my hand around hers and pulled her across the casino floor. I marched past the tables and spotted Bastian watching us, but ignored him. I slapped my hand to the lock on one of the staff doors.
It beeped and I dragged her through. The corridor was empty.
With a small sound, Georgie leaped at me. I caught her, and she wrapped her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck. Then her mouth was on mine.
I cupped her sweet ass and kissed her back.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The words roared in my head. She rocked against me.
I cursed. I knew we were still in range of the security cameras. I’d helped plan all their locations, after all.
I carried her down the hall. There was a stairwell at the end, and I stepped sideways into a small alcove that provided a blind spot that had always bugged me. I pinned her to the wall.
“Nash,” she panted.
Pressing my face to her neck, I nipped at her skin, then raked my teeth over her collarbone. “I’m not fucking you, Georgie.”
Her face fell and she made a pained sound. “You…don’t want me?”
My low growl echoed off the walls. I pressed my lower body against hers and knew she couldn’t miss the hard line of my cock digging into her belly.
“That feel like I don’t want you? The only thing I want more is not to hurt you. And the way I want to fuck you…” I slid one hand around her throat, rubbing her pulse point. It fluttered like a frightened bird. “I won’t be in control. I won’t be gentle.”
Her chest hitched.
“I need you fully healed for that. No bruised face or sore ribs.”
Now she pulled a face, and it made me want to smile. I rubbed my thumb over her lips.
“Doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you.”
Her hazel eyes flicked back up and locked on mine. The green flecks stood out.
I ran a hand down her body, over the dress I picked for her, and she pushed into my touch.
“I love this dress on you. I knew the color would look amazing.”
She made a husky sound.
I nudged until she dropped her legs back to the floor. My hands fisted in the fabric of her dress and I started drawing it up her legs.
She bit her lip, her eyes widening. “Nash. Someone could see us.”
I knew this part of the corridor was rarely used, and we were tucked around a corner, but there was still a chance.
She swallowed. “Snyder…he recorded—” She broke off.
I released her dress. “You don’t want anyone to see?”
She shook her head. “It’s private. I just want it to be us.”
I swung her into my arms and headed back down the hall. I took the next corner and stopped at a door. I pressed my palm to the lock, and it opened.
It was dark inside, with only faint floor lights illuminating the space. I walked deeper into the space, dodging around some large props.
“What is this place?” she asked.
I set her down.
“Storage room for props and sets for the stage shows in the main auditorium. Whatever isn’t getting used gets kept in here.
” I nudged her back against the wall. Some fake vines and flowers from the Persephone show that had been held last year draped down around us.
“No one comes in here.” I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“It’s just us, Georgie. No one’s going to see me giving you pleasure.
” I pushed the hem of her dress up, baring her slim thighs.
“No one will see me with my mouth devouring your sweet pussy.”
Her hands gripped my shoulders, her breathing quickening.
I uncovered a scrap of silk in the palest white.
I pulled the panties down her legs, then shoved them in my pocket.
“These are mine now.” I pushed her thighs apart, revealing a small patch of blonde hair.
There was just enough light that I could already see her folds glistening.
“Oh yeah, you want my mouth between your thighs.”
Her muscles clenched. “Yes.”
Damn, I needed a taste of this woman. I’d been hungry for a taste for years. I leaned forward and buried my face against her pussy. She cried out. I discovered Georgie tasted like the sweetest honey.
“Do you know how many times I fantasied about this?” My voice was low and rough. Gripping her thighs, I lapped at her, taking my time. She pushed eagerly against my mouth. I pulled one thigh around my head. I wanted to make her come on my tongue, wanted to hear her pleasure.
“Nash, God, please. Don’t stop.” Her fingers tangled in my hair.
No chance in hell that I’d stop. I slid a finger into her slick heat.
“Yes.” She tugged on my hair. “Deeper. Push it deeper.”
I pulled out then slid two fingers inside her. Her gasping cries were so damn sweet, and my cock was so hard it was painful.
Working my fingers into her tightness, I ran my tongue over her clit, and she jerked. I sucked it into my mouth, thrusting my fingers deep.
“Nash!” Her thighs shook as she came. She cried my name again, her hands clenching in my hair.
I felt her inner muscles clutching at my fingers.
Fuck. Desire had my insides twisted, my cock in a vise. But this was for her. Nothing felt better than feeling and tasting her pleasure. I rubbed my cheek against her silky thigh.
Finally, I rose, licking my lips. “Perfect.”
She sagged against me with a little laugh. “That was supposed to be my line.” She sounded breathless. “That was…everything.”
No, she was everything.
My everything.
I gently kissed her lips. “Come on, bedtime.”
“I need my panties back.”
“Nope.” With an arm around her shoulders, I steered her out of the storage room.
“Nash.”
I pressed a kiss to her nose. “They’re mine now.” Just like she was.