of her was so hyper-sensitized that she desperately wanted more of everything. She clung to his shoulders and turned her torso back and forth so her nipples slid against his bare skin. At the same time she sucked hard on his tongue and pressed her belly to his arousal.
Nash groaned low in his throat, brought his hands up to cup her breasts and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. Pleasure spiraled through her chest, then dove deep and landed between her thighs. Heat increased, as did the swelling. She was so ready, she thought desperately. They were both still half-dressed and she was shaking with need.
She dropped her hands to her waistband and unfastened her slacks. He followed her actions, which moved them closer to naked, but left her breasts wanting more.
In a matter of seconds, she'd pulled off the rest of her clothes. Nash pushed down his jeans and briefs, tugged off his socks, then gave her a brief kiss, followed by the command 'Don't move.' He disappeared into the bathroom. She heard fumbling, three swear words, then something hard fell on the floor. He reappeared holding a box of condoms.
The sight of birth control should have been sobering, but Stephanie was too far gone for rational thought. She didn't want to know how or why he'd been prepared, but she was grateful.
When he rejoined her, he tossed the condoms onto the nightstand, then urged her to sit on the bed. From there he eased her onto her back and knelt next to her. One leg slipped between hers. As he bent low and took her right nipple in his mouth, he pushed his rock-hard thigh up against her waiting dampness.
The combination of the pulling, sucking kiss and the pressure against her pulsing need nearly sent herover the edge. She gasped wordlessly and dug her fingers into his hair.
“Don't stop,' she breathed, not wanting either point of contact to end. She pulsed her hips shamelessly, rubbing herself against him, squirming to get closer, to get the pressure higher, faster, harder.
He switched his attention to her other breast and shifted so he knelt between her legs. He moved his leg, then replaced it with his hand.
Strong, sure fingers slipped between her curls into slick flesh. He explored all of her, brushing against that single point of pleasure in a way that made her suck in her breath in anticipation. Then he shifted slightly and slid two fingers inside her.
She felt words leave her lips, but couldn't say what they were. She couldn't do anything but feel the way he moved in and out of her. Hot need – pooled, then grew, then spilled over into every cell of her body. She barely noticed when he stopped kissing her breasts and instead pressed his mouth against her belly. He moved lower and lower, shifting back with each kiss, yet continuing to move his fingers inside her.
With his free hand, he parted her curls, then placed his mouth directly over that one most-sensitive spot and gently licked her.
Air spilled from her lungs. Before she could catch her breath, he closed his lips around her and gently sucked. At the same time he flicked his tongue back and forth, and moved his fingers and then she was flying.
Her orgasm was as powerful as it was unexpected. She shook and gasped and moaned and dug her heels into the mattress. Spasms rippled through her as pleasure eased the tension that had been plaguing her for what felt like a century. He continued to touch her, softening his kiss, moving his fingers more slowly, but still filling her, taking her on and on until it seemed that she'd been climaxing for hours.
At last her body relaxed and he stilled. Stephanie felt as if her bones had melted. She might never be able to walk again, but did it matter? Did anything matter but the delightful lethargy stealing over her? Nash pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then shifted so he was lying next to her. He was smiling.
“I don't have to ask if that worked for you,' he teased.
“Probably not. If there's a story on the news about an earthquake in the area, I guess, I'm going to have to take responsibility. Or maybe it's your fault.'
“I like it being my fault.' She touched his face, then brushed her thumb across his mouth. 'That was amazing.'
“I'm glad.' She turned toward him and put her hand on his hip, then slid it down to his large erection. 'Ready for act two?' Instead of answering, he reached for the box of condoms. While he opened the package, she leaned over him and kissed him. At the first brush of his tongue on hers, tension returned to her body. She deepened the kiss, then pulled back to lightly bite her way along his jaw.
“You're distracting me,' he grumbled. 'Really?' She glanced down to watch as he fumbled with the protection. 'Want help?”
“Sure. I was never good with these.' She took the condom from him and gently slid it down his arousal. 'Does the unopened package mean you haven't been practicing much?' she asked.
His dark gaze settled on her face. 'I haven't been with anyone since my wife passed away. I met someone a few months ago and thought maybe…' His voice trailed off. 'I bought the condoms because of that, but things ended long before we got to the naked stage.' She supposed that her friends would tell her it was dangerous to be a man's first time after the death of his wife. Of course, Nash was her first time, too. Besides, they'd agreed on a no-commitment sexual attachment. She liked him, she wanted him, and glory be if he didn't feel exactly the same. It was the perfect relationship.
“Ready to take that latex for a test-drive?' she asked.
“Sure.' She started to slip onto her back, but he put his hands on her hips and urged her to get on top. After swinging her leg over his hips, she settled above him. He brought both his hands up to her breasts and cupped her curves. The second his thumbs brushed against her nipples, she felt her insides clench. Apparently he wasn't the only one ready for round two.
She reached between her legs and grasped his hardness, then pressed the tip of him against her wetness. As she pulled her hand away, she eased down onto him.
Her body had to stretch slightly to accommodate his thickness. Nerve endings quivered as he filled every bit of her. She braced herself and began to move.
The feeling was too good, she thought as her muscles clenched hard around him. Each time she slid down over him, she felt herself tensing more and more. His hands on her breasts only pushed her closer to the edge.
“You're holding back,' he said, his voice sounding strained.
She opened her eyes and saw the tension on his face. He was watching her.
“Just give in,' he told her.
“I want to.' She sucked in a bfeath as a ripple of pleasure cascaded through her. 'It's just…'
“You think I'm going to complain if you come again?' She smiled. 'Good point.' He stared at her. 'Come on. I want to feel you. Just let go.' With each thrust of him filling her, she found herself getting closer and closer. Soon there wasn't going to be anything to talk about.
“Do it.' He accompanied his command with a rapid pulse of his hips. The hands on her breasts moved more quickly. He filled her again and again until the need grew to an unbearable pitch. She sat up and put her hands on her thighs, then raised and lowered herself faster and faster.
Nash figured this was one of life's most perfect moments. He was seconds from his own release, but he was damn sure going to hold back until Stephanie climaxed. Unfortunately his good intentions wereseverely tested by the sight of her riding him up and down like some X-rated cowgirl. With each shift of her body, her breasts bounced up and down, drawing his gaze and making his mouth water with desire. She had her head back, her eyes closed and she was lost in the pleasure of the moment. It was about the most erotic situation he'd ever experienced.
He could feel pressure building deep and low, which only meant trouble. He tried to think of something else, but how could he with her naked and bouncing, with her mouth parting slightly and her tongue sweeping across her lower lip as she- – He groaned as his release exploded from him. White-hot pleasure swept through him in a fury of rushing pleasure. He remained conscious enough to notice that she'd cried out at the exact moment he'd lost it. Even through the waves of his orgasm, he felt her body contracting around him, pulling every drop from him, making him come longer than he'd thought possible.
When they'd recovered enough for her to crawl off him and him to clean up, they slipped under the covers and lay on their sides looking at each other.
Stephanie smiled at him. Nash liked how contentment showed itself in the lines of her face and the way her knee nestled casually between his. He liked the scent of her body mingling with the fragrance of their lovemaking, and he liked how, even though they'd just finished, he wanted to make love with her again.
It had been a long time, he thought. Too long. After Tina had died, he hadn't set out to avoid women and sex.
