She’d never been attracted to a man with a scruffy beard and unkempt hair before, but something about Nash had been intriguing from the second she’d met him. Lily had actually found his ruggedness sexy and a nice change from all the pretty boys in Hollywood who worried too much about their looks.
“You’re right,” he told her. “This is good.”
Reclaiming her glass, Lily took another drink and made a mental note to go to the store for syrup first thing in the morning. A woman had needs, after all.
Speaking of needs, the way Nash’s heavy-lidded eyes raked over her silky chemise made her shiver with arousal. She’d worried about staying with Nash because she’d been afraid all they would do was act on all this sexual chemistry they had instead of figuring things out. But staying with him had forced them to evaluate what was going on between them and open up a little more each day.
The sex was just icing on the proverbial cake.
Without a word, Nash took the glass from her once again, but instead of taking a drink, he set it on the counter. The clank of the glass on the granite echoed in the silence. His strong hands glided over her silky gown at her sides as he eased her closer to him. The warmth of his fingers burned through the thin layer of material.
“I know something else that cures insomnia,” he murmured. “It’s quite a bit more grown-up than chocolate milk.”
With a firm hold around her waist, Nash leaned forward, sliding his lips over her jawline and down her neck. Trembling against his touch, Lily gripped his biceps and tilted her head back as he continued his path on down toward the slope of her sensitive breasts.
Nash cleverly reached up, easing the thin straps of the chemise down with just the brush of his fingertips. Lily lifted her arms, ridding herself of the straps and in a swift whoosh, the flimsy garment puddled at her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but his arousing touch.
Nash quickly took advantage of her state of undress and bent his head to continue his torture with those talented lips. Lily arched into him as he claimed her with only his mouth. While Nash thoroughly loved on her breasts with his hands and lips, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of his pants and shoved them down. A sense of urgency overwhelmed her.
Nash pulled away from her breast and before she could protest, he slammed his mouth onto hers. Wrapping her arms around him, she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him in place. Without breaking contact from her mouth, Nash lifted her off the ground, keeping her flush with his body.
Encircling his waist with her legs, Lily locked her ankles behind his back and clung tighter as he moved from the kitchen toward the hall. Lily clutched at his shoulders, angling her mouth to take the kiss deeper in an attempt to take some control. When he tried to break the kiss, her lips only found his again. She needed his mouth on her, needed that contact with a desire she’d not known before Nash.
He backed her into the wall before they made it to the bedroom door. Grabbing her hands from his shoulders, he plastered them beside her head and held her in place with only his hard, firm body.
“None of that,” he whispered against her lips when she tried to capture his mouth again. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, which means I’m in control.”
Lily smiled, tilted her hips toward him, pleased when his lids shuddered closed as he let out a low groan.
“You would tempt a saint,” he growled.
“I only want to tempt you.”
Nash’s eyes opened, focused on hers as he slid into her. Those cobalt baby blues demanded her attention, held her captivated as he set the pace. Lily couldn’t look away if she wanted to.