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“Oh, I know it. Pushy, and opinionated, and all kinds of sexy.”
“That so?”
“Oh, it’s so.”
“Time’s awasting, my beautifulhebbiti.”
She set her hands against his chest, and that hole inside him that had been missing the fuck out of her touch filled to bursting.
“I love you, Nashir Rahim. More than I thought I could possibly love anyone, ever. How’s that for a statement, so handsome it should be against the law? Why aren’t you in cuffs?”
“Ha! I have some in the house. How about I arrest you for being so goddamn beautiful.” He just took her in as she laughed again. Grace, who had been so locked up, trapped in her isolated bubble, and he’d alpha-male stomped all over it, popping it without even realizing it. Her laughter made him feel whole. “Ever, huh?”
A flash of a grin. “Yeah, you tease…ever, ever, ever.”
“Hmm, that’s a long fucking time, babe. So, it’s a good thing that I love you, Grace Harlan. More than I thought I could possibly love anyone, everlasting.”
“Always have to one-up me?” Those beautiful hands slid up to his shoulders, her palms mapping him along the way, then twined around his neck.
“I have to keep up or you’ll leave me in your cyber dust.”
Her face softened, and his body hardened. “You burst my bubble, my isolating, suffocating, quiet, and tragic bubble. Blew it up in the best way.” She closed her eyes and pressed her face against his neck, breathing him in, and his chest expanded with something he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before, until her…joy.
She nuzzled him, then whispered, “Demolition man.” She breathed again. “Breacher.” Her mouth was on his skin, soft, needy, traveling up his throat to the line of his jaw where she bit him. “Direct-action juggernaut.”
His arms came around her, his breathing going ragged as her mouth found his. Before he could so much as catch his breath. His lips parted on a soft, startled moan as she shoved her fingers into his hair and held his head in her hands, rendering him immobile as she delivered a demanding, opened-mouthed, tongue-tangling kiss he had no intention of escaping.
This right here, Grace’s aggression, turned him on. Gone was that tentative woman who had once told him he was overwhelming her. Now it was a different and beautiful story that she washed over him like a rough, high tide, leaving him gasping for breath. He shifted closer, reciprocating her hot, ruthless kiss; his heart had already expanded to accept her inside him. Now it was nothing but logistics.
Fire pooled in his belly and lower, his surrender mingling with an undeniable need to possess her in every way imaginable. He meshed with her as she continued to consume his mouth the same way he wanted to ravish her body, with his lips, teeth, and tongue, and the craving for her grew stronger, a ravenous heat and hunger she always aroused in him.
He barely registered moving, navigating up the few steps into the kitchen. Pressing her first up against the wall where he thrust against her, and she moaned, then over to the counter. She broke the kiss, her breathing heavy. Glancing at the gun, she laughed. “You won’t need that, handsome. I’m already tied up…so lost in you, love.”
They stared at one another, both breathing hard, panting. Her green eyes were wide and dilated, her expression as dazed as his.
“Fuck…cyber ninja,” his voice a rasp. Then she drew him back to her. “You’re juggernauting me into overdrive, Grace,Allahhelp me, I never want to slow down again.”
She grabbed his shirt and dragged him into another kiss that twisted and turned him until he was so lost in her he had no idea what day it was.
“Bedroom,” she murmured, and he pulled her away from the counter and backstepped her to his room. They stumbled inside. Nash caged her against the wall, his breath already rough, his hands splayed wide on either side of her head like he was trying to hold the world back. She didn’t hesitate, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in as her chest pressed to his, the thin barrier of fabric only making him more aware of how warm she was, how soft.
His mouth found hers in a kiss that wasn’t easy or patient, it was fierce, claiming, like he’d been aching to taste her for years. She responded with equal hunger, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging gently, anchoring him to her. He groaned into her mouth, the sound dark and reverent.
The scent of her, clean skin, adrenaline, something uniquely Grace, filled his lungs like oxygen after a near-drowning. Her body fit to his with maddening perfection, and all he could think about was getting closer. Closer than this. Closer than skin. Into her freaking heart where he intended to stay for the rest of his life.
Without breaking the kiss, his hands found her hips, then slid lower, gripping the curve of her ass and pulling her hard against his aching groin. The thick press of his erection met the heat between her thighs, and she gasped softly, her hips moving in a slow, instinctive grind that nearly sent him over the edge.
He growled low in his throat, stripped her jeans down her legs, leaving her in some dick-hardening red lace. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You wore these for me, didn’t you?”
She smiled, dark, delicious. “Oh yes. Only for you, Nash, my love.”
“Grace…” he rasped, the sound half-worship, half-warning.
He slid his hand beneath the lace and found her already soaked, hot and pulsing, her body begging even as she gave herself over to him. He didn't give her time. Didn’t ease her in.
He wanted hershattered.
His fingers found her clit, and he circled once, just once, and she arched like he’d hit a live wire. Her breath caught, hips jerking, nails digging into his shoulders like she needed to anchor herself to something real.