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“Of course you did. You could have rebelled. Complained about your sister taking up so much of your mother’s time. Been a royal pain in the ass instead of being a second mom to Danielle.”

“How do you know I wasn’t a royal pain in the ass?”

Nash’s lip quirks. “You save that for me.”

My core shakes with laughter. “You make it easy.”

“Yeah?” He lifts our joined hands and kisses them. “Easy to what?”

Easy to fall. Oh, shit. This isn’t supposed to happen. Smooth words, sexy eyes, a kissable mouth. We’re friends with benefits. Heavy on the benefits, light on the friends.

I shake my fingers free from his and slide my hand up his thigh, stopping at the bulge behind his zipper. “Easy to please.”

The groan in his chest vibrates through his body. Nash takes my hand off his cock and lifts it to his shoulder as he scoots closer and captures my bottom lip between his teeth. His kiss is sweet, gentle. I want rough, fast, and hard.

I open wider for him, and tug him closer, but he doesn’t take what I’m so eager to offer. I dart my tongue along his bottom lip and press my boobs into his chest, and still, he keeps our kiss PG.

One of his hands massages the back of my neck while the other rests on my hip. My body remembers what those hands feel like on naked skin. What they feel like on my nipples, between my legs. Everywhere.

My body wants him. Needs him. Craves him.

“Nash,” I moan into his mouth, begging for something more. Anything more.

Instead of taking what I’m offering, he pulls back, but not before he leaves a trail of light kisses along my jaw. Then, as if he doesn’t have a dick of stone in his jeans—he does; I can feel it—he sits back and picks up the remote.

“Seriously? You’re passing on a sure thing for a movie?”

Without looking at me, Nash drapes an arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side. “Is it so wrong that I want to hang out with you tonight?”

“We can hang out naked.”

He snorts. “If you’re naked, there’s no way we’ll be hanging out .”

“That’s kind of the point.”

“Why don’t you want to hang out?” He flicks through the channels like we’re talking about the weather, instead of doing naked gymnastics.

“Why don’t you want to have sex?”

If I wasn’t pressed into his side and didn’t feel the jolt in his chest, I would have thought him stone. And I’m not talking about his dick.

“I never said I didn’t want to have sex.”

“Hell, Nash. You’re giving me mixed signals.” I push myself off him and start to stand when his big hand wraps around my waist, holding me down.

“My signals are loud and clear. I like hanging out with you and I like having sex with you.”

“We’ve been hanging out for the past three hours and haven’t had sex in—”

In a move I didn’t see coming, Nash flips me on my back and hovers over me. Now we’re talking.

“Are you wet for me, Kendall?” His words whisper across my lips.

“Hanging out and watching movies doesn’t make me wet,” I retort. Hell, he’s been torturing me all night. Knowingly or unknowingly. Still, my panties are soaked but I have a small shred of dignity left. I’m not going to throw myself at him.

Okay. Fine. I’ve been throwing myself at him all night. Whatever.

“Hm.” He brushes his lips across mine, and this time I don’t open for him. I feel his grin against my skin as he nips my chin. “Stubborn.”

“Not stubborn. Horny.”

Nash chuckles. “I thought you weren’t wet.”

“I never said that. I said watching movies doesn’t get me wet.”

“What does?” he whispers in my ear and nuzzles along my neck.

You. Instead of responding, I lift my hips and grind myself against him. He’s hard, ready-to-bust-through-his-zipper hard, yet he’s trying to play it off so cool. I don’t know what Nash’s game is, but I...I like it. Not that I’ll admit it.

Friends with benefits don’t need to flirt or stall with foreplay. Fast and furious fucking. That’s what I suggested, but he’s oh-for-three right now.

“Tell me, Kendall.” He sucks my earlobe between his lips, and my panties go from damp to soaked.

I fist his shirt in my hands and start to tug it up over his chiseled chest, but Nash stops kissing me and lowers his body down mine.

“Do you like it when I kiss you here?” He rubs his nose along my collarbone, then licks the trail he’d just made. “Or here?”

He slips lower, his tongue dipping along the collar of my shirt and stopping at the top of my cleavage.

“Fuck, Nash.” My thighs quiver and lock around his torso. We’re still fully clothed, and he hasn’t even touched me anywhere other than my neck or my hip, and I’m ready to combust. I’ve never had an orgasm fully clothed, but I’m ten seconds away from having my first.

I shamelessly lift my hips again, needing the pressure against my clit. Nash, the devil that he is, tilts himself away so I can’t get the friction I so desperately need.

“Tell me where you want me to touch you.” He kisses me along my neckline, not crossing the line.

“Everywhere. Every-fucking-where.”

Instead of devouring me like I hoped, he continues to tease.

I’m not a teasing kind of girl when it comes to sex.

I like to play. I’m vocal about what I like and don’t like—I haven’t found a thing I don’t like with Nash.

Except maybe this prolonged teasing. Although, deep down, I know once I get him to crack and actually touch me, the wait will be so fucking worth it.

The orgasm brewing inside me continues to grow stronger and stronger with every touch, every innocent kiss, every soft word.

Finally. Fina-fucking-ly, he pushes my sweater up, exposing my stomach. Nash kisses my side, then nips my hip bone. Hell, when did that become an erogenous zone? Like he did to my collarbone, he trails his nose, then his tongue, along the waistline of my jeans before moving north up to my torso.

He lifts my sweater over my boobs and the cool air causes my nipples to turn so hard I’m afraid they’re going to break off. I give myself a mental pat on the back for wearing a front hooking bra and moan in relief when the material comes loose, and my girls are free.

“You’re beautiful,” he says to my tits.

I crack my eyes open and glance down at Nash, only he’s not staring at my naked boobs, he’s staring at me.

Now isn’t the time to look into the meaning behind those words.

He thinks I’m hot. I’m not vain, but I know I’m easy on the eyes.

He’s a guy. My boobs are smack dab in his face.

Of course he’s going to coo words most guys say when they’re about to get laid.

At least, I assume most guys. The handful I’ve been with have called me fucking hot , or they tell me I’ve got a nice rack.

None, not even He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Mentioned-Or-Thought-About ever looked at me or touched me the way Nash does.

“You can touch them. Lick them. Bite them. They won’t bite back, unless you want them to,” I add for good measure.

Like he’s been doing for the past thirty minutes, Nash takes his time, inching his fingers to my breasts before gently exploring them as if he’s never seen a pair of hearty C-cups before.

His fingers float around my nipples, which are screaming for attention, then he lowers his head and licks a path down my cleavage.

There’s been a lot of licking tonight, but not in my mouth or on my clit. Something that needs to get rectified. Fast.

“If you’re looking for suggestions, I have some ideas where you can put your tongue.”

“Hm,” he moans, and the vibrations go straight to my nipples.

My inner walls tighten, needing to feel him. Needing the release. “Nash, please.” I thrust my boobs in his face, and he licks one nipple and tweaks the other between his fingers. “God, yes. Please keep doing that.”

My hands grip the back of his head, pressing him into my boob while I grind myself into his hard cock. My nipples can’t take the teasing anymore, and when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, I nearly combust.

It’s going to happen. I’m on the cusp of an orgasm. He grinds his cock with slow movements while his mouth and tongue mimic the same moves around my nipple. Tension coils through my body from my toes to my eyeballs.

My legs clench, my ass cheeks tighten, and I throw back my head as the orgasm rips through me. Nash doesn’t relent, sucking my nipple deeper into his mouth and pushing his cock harder against my clit.

I rub myself against him and muffle my orgasm as I ride it out.

He lifts himself up on his elbows and stares down at me, a sly grin on his lips. “Are you wet for me now, Kendall?”

I bite back my grin and shake my head. “No.” When his brow lifts at my lie, I add, “I’m drenched.”

His eyes smolder and his breathing is deep and labored. Like he’s been doing all night, Nash surprises me again when he slides down my body, kissing along my waistband again.

“I can smell your arousal.” He takes a deep inhale and unfastens the button on my jeans before slowly lowering my zipper.

All too eager, I lift my hips and shimmy out of them. At least, I attempt to, but Nash only allows me to help until my jeans are to my thighs.

“Kendall.” That’s it. That’s all he says. And in that one word, my name, I hear the many tones, the many meanings. While tormenting me, he’s torturing himself as well.

“Nash. I need you to fuck me.”

He’s already fucked with my head and with my heart. My vagina is feeling left out.

“Patience.”

“I’d have more patience if you put your mouth—oh, God.” My eyes roll back as he drags his tongue along my clit. “More.” I grab hold of his hair and tug his head deeper into my pussy.

With my jeans around my thighs, I can’t open my legs very far. He licks me as much as he can with such little space, then drags a finger along my thigh and dips it inside me. With a heavy moan, my head falls back, and I soak up the pleasure he gives.

His finger and tongue move methodically, slowly, inside and out, and I’m so far gone, I don’t realize my jeans are completely removed until my left leg falls to the floor and Nash wedges his shoulders between my thighs.

“Up.” He shimmies a throw pillow under my hips, giving him better access, then dives back into devouring my pussy.

“God, Nash. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.” I fist his hair and ride his face like a dog in heat.

Another orgasm curls inside me and I try to hold it back, not wanting this feeling to end. He rests his free hand on my lower stomach and pushes down, and I feel myself squirt all over his face as my release rips through me.

I loosen my hold on his hair and bring a hand to my mouth to muffle my cries as he continues to lick and finger me.

When I think my orgasm is beginning to settle, he tugs at my clit again and scissors his fingers inside me, reaching that far away spot that no man—or vibrator—has ever reached before, and I’m gone.

I’m too far gone to worry if I’m waking Paisley or the entire goddamn neighborhood. One orgasm rolls into another and my toes curl into the soft carpet and my hips catapult off the couch.

Nash holds me in place and softens his beautiful, wonderful assault on my pussy as I come down from the most intense high I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I close my eyes and let my limbs fall loosely to my sides. I’m too numb to be the aggressor. Nash is going to have to pick up my legs and guide his dick inside me while I lay here and bask in orgasmic bliss.