Hers to Take(17)

The time for reasoning her feelings and needs away was gone. There was nothing but Nash, the heat he sparked in her, and the need she could no longer deny.



She tasted like honey and coffee and the most delicious confection Nash had ever had on his tongue. He wanted more. He needed more because another kiss was not going to be enough this time. He needed all of her. 

The feel of her hands on his skin drove him wild, and his kiss deepened, tangling his tongue with hers. He settled her underneath him and moved his hands down to find the zipper of her coat. There were way too many clothes between them. The spring air had a chilling bite, but Nash doubted either of them would feel it. They were only focused on one thing: fulfilling the carnal desires that had a grip over both of them.

The teeth of the zipper caught, trapping her in her clothing. Nash growled, and fought the urge to tear the fabric from her body. "I need … I must … gone." He was momentarily incapable of forming a complete sentence, but that was okay because Kira obviously felt the same way. Beneath him, she lifted her upper body up and shimmied the coat-and shirt beneath it-off and over her head, revealing a soft-pink lacy bra. The cups strained under the swell of her luscious breasts.

"Damn, girl."

Whatever blood was left in his body rushed straight to his cock, which strained at the crotch of his jeans. Patience, Nash. He tried to talk himself down, and think of anything besides her beautiful breasts that were heaving against the delicate lace that was so completely unexpected from the tough, independent Kira. The contrast was hot as hell.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever feasted my eyes on." He cupped his large hand over one perfect breast, squeezing and testing the weight of it. His thumb rubbed over her nipple until it stood, hard and hot, pressing through the lace. Nash lowered his mouth to the other breast, and pulled the nipple, lacy bra and all, between his lips. He sucked just hard enough to hear her moan, to make her back arch up off the ground. There was no doubt: if he reached into her jeans, he'd find her panties soaked with need for him.

But not yet.

His mouth worked relentlessly on first one nipple and then the other. She groaned when he used his teeth to bite just enough. He played with pressure, pushing her right to the edge of too much before he switched to a softer, almost delicate touch. Kira's groans intensified and she wriggled beneath him, craving release. Nash knew exactly how to get her to fall over the edge of passion, but selfishly, he was waiting to share that moment with her for the first time.

"Nash," Kira moaned and reached for him in an effort to pull him down. "I need you."

"I know you do, babe." With both hands, he squeezed her breasts together before he pressed a kiss between them. "But not as much as I need you." And then there was no more playing. With lightning-fast reflexes, Nash's hands moved to her jeans, tore down the zipper and tugged them over her hips and down to her ankles, where she kicked them off completely while Nash shed himself of his own jeans.

With nothing more between them, Nash settled himself between her creamy thighs and ran his hands up each one until his fingers reached the hot, wet apex.

With the slightest touch, Kira let out a noise and arched backward, pressing her hips up to meet him. "Nash … I … ."

He swallowed her words with his mouth, kissing her hard as he slipped a finger into her wet heat. She gasped and tensed around him reflexively. Damn. She was so sexy, so responsive to his touch, so completely perfect.

She moaned for breath beneath him, and Nash knew if he let her up for breath, he'd be rewarded with the sexy sound of her passion, but that would be his undoing. He'd be totally unable to hold off from taking her and driving into her. And he wasn't ready. He still needed more.

He needed to give her everything. All that she could handle and then some more. Nash needed to take Kira right to the edge of shattering before pulling her back again. He needed to control her pleasure and play her body until he was finally good and ready to sink into her and crash into the orgasm with her.




 

 

Slowly at first, he moved one finger and then added another. He swallowed the sound of need with his kiss as he quickened the pace of his hand. Her body tightened around him and he knew she was close. He pulled his fingers away. Kira groaned her displeasure and reached for him.

She was growing impatient, but that was okay because as stubborn as she was, he was more so. "Patience, babe." He kissed her again. Slow and deep, it held the promise of everything that was yet to come and for the moment it placated her.

But it was only a moment, because Kira's hands ran down his stomach to his hips, his thighs, and then her hands were wrapped around his hard dick and Nash wasn't sure he'd ever felt anything so intense.