Page 66 of Burn the World Down

“Your panties soaked for me?”

I touched my tongue to my lip. “I’m not wearing any.”

Something inside him snapped. He whipped me around and I gasped. My back was pressed to his front, his hard cock rubbing against my ass.

“I’ll take care of you. Suddenly, I’m starving.” His hands moved, opening my jeans and he shoved them down my legs. Then, he spun and pushed me down to my knees, bending me over the bench I’d sat on the other day.

“Nash.” Excitement filled me.

He knelt behind me, his callused hands squeezing my ass. Then I felt his hot breath between my legs. I squirmed.

Then his mouth was on me.

My cries filled the greenhouse. I arched my back, sensation rocketing through me.

He growled loudly. The sound vibrated through me, then his tongue darted out, licking, stabbing into me. His hands gripped my waist, holding me still for his hungry assault.

“Nash,” I cried. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He found my clit and sucked hard.

With a scream, I splintered apart. I was tossed into my climax and pleasure swamped me. I rode the wave until I went lax. My body slumped against the workbench and I fought for air.

“You just get more beautiful.” Nash pressed a damp kiss to my buttock.

I felt like a limp dishrag. Pleasure was still singing through me.

“A girl could get used to this,” I said breathlessly.

“Good.” He sounded very satisfied.

I looked back over my shoulder. God, he was gorgeous. My gaze dropped to the straining erection in his jeans. “Can I touch you? I want?—”

He stroked a hand down my back. “No. That was for you, sweetheart.”

I huffed out a frustrated breath. “When?”

He leaned forward, grinding against me. “Soon.” Then he landed a light smack to my cheek. “No time for you to laze around naked. It’s time to get dressed, with panties this time. You have training today.”

CHAPTER 23

NASH

Twisting, I grabbed Georgie and slammed her to the mat. Still conscious of her ribs, I kept most of my weight off her.

The air rushed out of her and she glared up at me. “No fair.”

“You lost focus.” I pushed off her and held my hand out.

She slapped it away and rose to her feet herself. “You distracted me.”

“Distracted you?” I raised a brow.

She set her hands on her hips. Her hair was in a ponytail, but askew, and her skin was damp with perspiration. We’d been at it for over an hour in the security gym.

She was beginning to tire, but she was determined.

“Yes. You distracted me with your hard, sweaty body.” She waved a hand at me.