He lifted one eyebrow in that sexy fashion he had and said, “Let’s see if you approve of my other fetishes.”
“If one of those is making love in a recliner, again you have my stamp of approval.” She ditched her blouse and tossed it over her shoulder.
Nash unhooked her bra with an expertise that gave her pause, but only for a second, as he took one of her nipples between two of his fingers and rolled it slowly.
She gasped and arched her back.
He bent his head and took her other nipple between his lips as she squirmed in his lap. He caught his breath and slammed his head against the back of the chair.
“You’re gonna have to stop moving against me like that. I’m only a simple man.”
“Nothing simple about you, Nash, but I’m no tease.” She pulled at his fly, undoing the buttons at the top and then yanking down his zipper.
He lifted his hips in all eagerness, and she pulled off his shorts and briefs in one motion. She rubbed her bare thighs against his, and he groaned.
He lifted her skirt and ran his hands beneath her panties, caressing her bottom. He grabbed the edge of her underwear, and she awkwardly rose to her knees and tried to disengage one of her legs from between the chair and his thigh.
“Go ahead, rip ’em. I’ve got others. Better ones.”
“I can reimburse you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you an itemized receipt.”
Nash chuckled in her ear, gathered her panties in his hand and gave a quick tug. The lacy material ripped, and she lifted her hips and skimmed her tingling flesh along the tight skin of his erection.
The chuckle in her ear turned to a moan, and he dug his fingers into her backside. He positioned her body so that his tip caressed her wet folds.
In a rough voice he said, “We can take it slower later or if we ever make it to a bed, but right now I want you so much it aches.”
She whispered. “I feel it, too. I need you to fill...to fill me up.”
Did she need to feel whole after losing Wyatt? She didn’t want to think right now.
When Nash plunged into her, she stopped thinking altogether. Her body and mind became a mass of feelings and emotions. She moved against him and up and down, bracing her hands on his shoulders.
She rode him just as surely as he rode those bulls in the rodeo.
He slowed his thrusts and shoved his fingers into the crease where their bodies met. He stroked her flesh. “Tell me how. I want you to reach your climax before I explode inside you.”
She had no words. Whatever he was doing at this minute was driving her to a pinnacle she’d never reached before. She just nodded, and he kept caressing her in the same spot, in the same way.
She held her breath as the tension built in her body. She’d stopped moving and her rigid muscles made her feel as if she were ready to shatter.
Then she did shatter. Her climax whipped through her, lashing her over and over. She thrashed her head back and forth, her hair creating a red wave between them as Nash pumped her harder and faster.
Before she even came to her senses, Nash’s body stiffened and he drove into her, lifting her to her knees. A red flush spread across his chest and his jaw clenched.
He gave a harsh cry and pulled her in for a kiss as he reached his peak and plunged into her again and again.
She slipped off his lap to the side, one leg still hitched over his leg, her skirt crumpled around her waist, her head on his shoulder. All she could manage was a faint “Oh.”
Tracing a finger down her spine, he said, “Maybe we can brush our teeth, bring Denali in and slow this down in the bedroom.”
She ran her tongue along her teeth. “I definitely need a toothbrush.”
“I’ll get the dog.” He planted his hands on her bottom and shifted her off his lap. Then he struggled to his feet and crossed the room to the patio door. He stuck his head outside and whistled.
As Emily swept up her tattered undies from the floor, she glanced at the video they’d left running on the laptop. They’d have to backtrack and see what they’d missed while they were otherwise engaged.
The roommate had left and Jaycee and Brett were discussing his departure. Her pulse bumped up a few notches as she pulled the computer closer to the edge of the table and turned up the volume. She listened to their conversation for several seconds, the thumping of her heart almost drowning out their words.
She let out a squeak, and Nash jerked his head up as Denali ran through the door. “What’s wrong?”
Jabbing her finger at the laptop, she said, “I know where Brett took Wyatt.”
Chapter Fourteen
Nash almost tripped over the dog as he rushed to Emily’s side, and he still ended up stubbing his toe on the coffee table. The throbbing pain didn’t even faze him. “Whaddya got?”
“Listen to this.” Emily dragged the time back on the video and clicked Play.
Nash peered at Jaycee, clutching Wyatt to her chest. “Where will you be?”
Brett winked. “Somewhere no one can find me. One of my mom’s husbands had a place in a trailer park. He’s dead and gone, but I’ve used that trailer on and off for years. Nobody knows about it.”
“Where is it?”
“Down by the border.” He continued giving Jaycee the particulars, but Nash didn’t even have to listen.
“I know that trailer park. I wouldn’t even call it a trailer park, and it’s not official—just a bunch of people who brought their RVs and campers together. These places dot the desert.”
Emily bunched her ripped underwear in her fist and pounded her knee. “He must be there now with Wyatt.”
“If he has
