Carrying the Lost Heir's Child(28)

                And it was his take-charge, powerful side that must have stemmed from wanting to care for his mother. How could she fault that? How could she even think he was anything like her stepfather? Control was one thing, being protective was another.

                Nash pulled the passenger side door open, took her bags and placed them in the extended cab part of the truck before offering his hand and helping her up into the seat.

                Lily smiled, her eyes level with his now. “Such a gentleman.”

                “My mama raised me right,” he told her, grabbing the seat belt and reaching across her to fasten it. His hands lingered over her breasts as he adjusted the strap. “Better keep you safe.”

                “Well, my boobs are fine so you can stop,” she laughed. “I take back my gentleman compliment since you just wanted to cop a feel.”

                Nash’s flirty smile had her heart clenching tighter. “You wouldn’t want some stuffy gentleman. You like the way I can make you lose control.”

                Standing in the open truck door, Nash’s hand traveled over her leg to slide up under her cotton skirt. “Boring and mundane isn’t for you.”

                Not at all. She always thought she wanted someone who was down-to-earth, more trustworthy than the jerk who exploited her innocence years ago. She never thought she’d find someone who was so laid-back, loyal and had the ability to set her body on fire with such simple gestures. Finding the complete package had never crossed her mind.

                When she’d started the affair, she’d definitely gone for appealing. Now she was discovering there was so much more than she’d ever bargained for when it came to Nash.

                Lily’s breath hitched as Nash’s fingers danced across her center. Instantly she parted her legs without even thinking. His mouth, just a breath away from hers, had her aching for that promise of a kiss. Never had she desired or craved a man with such intensity.

                “Did you have fun today?” he asked, his hand still moving over her silk panties.

                “Yes,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”

                His eyes darted down to where she was fisting her skirt with both hands. “Getting you ready.”

                “For what?”

                Nash nipped at her lips before breathlessly moving across her cheek to whisper in her ear, “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

                His confident declaration had her shivering. Her head fell back against the seat as her lids closed. This man was beyond potent, beyond sexy and quickly becoming a drug she couldn’t be without.

                Seconds later he removed his hand, smoothed down her skirt and captured her mouth with his. Lily barely had time to grip his arms before he eased back, his forehead resting against hers.

                “You think I’m everything you’ve ever wanted?” she asked, worried what he’d say, but unable to keep the question inside.

                “I think you’re everything I didn’t know I was looking for and more than I deserve.”

                Slowly, Nash stepped back, closed the door and rounded the hood.

                Well, that was intense. Now she was achy, confused and had questions swirling around in her mind. There was no doubt he could turn her on with whispered words, the tilt of his head with that heavy-lidded stare or a feather-light touch. But she wanted more. The man obviously cared about her or he wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble to get her in his home, get her out of the house without being seen by too many people and care for her while she’d been sick.