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Are we moving?

With his lips on her neck, her breasts pressed against his chest, and his hands gripping her ass, she could barely think coherently. She flickered open her eyes just in time to realize they were in an elevator. The doors opened, and he stalked out and across the hallway through an open door.

His bedroom. The only light seeping into the room came through the blinds. It was dark and dim with a soft glow centered on the bed. She dropped her face to his neck, tightening her hold. This was playing out in real time like one of her fantasies. Only better.

Nash bent over, she fell against the mattress, and his body came over hers. He kissed her, driving her head into the soft cushion as he ground his hips into her core. Charley was wishing away the clothes separating them. If they were naked, he’d be inside her.

She moaned, sliding her hands over his flesh, digging in her nails and pivoting her hips. His muscles contracted, and she traced her fingers across the outline of his ripped physique.

“Nash,” she said on a whimper.

When he started to pull away, her first instinct was to clutch onto him. Nash was too strong for her to overpower him. He came up on his knees with heat in his eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking. His hands gripped the snap of her jeans, popping it open and lowering the zipper.

Her breath was heavy as she watched his every move. He didn’t rush, which made the seduction all the more torturous. Nash gripped the edge of her jeans and shimmied them down her legs, all the while keeping his heated stare locked on her.

The anticipation was almost too much to take as her heart raced at an obscene rate.

“Relax, Charley.” His commanding tone was husky and deep.

His voice in no way helped her relax. Nash brought his knee to the bed and dropped between her legs.

He slid his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts.

She drove her head back into the mattress when his fingers feathered over her nipples in a tease.

She was so focused on his hands, she jerked her hips when his mouth came over her pussy.

“Ahhh…” She moaned.

This was not the first time a man had gone down on her.

But it was different. Nash knew exactly what he was doing.

A master. His tongue slipped between her lips, taunting her clit.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.

She’d never come with a man before, but the way this was going, Nash was about to break her losing streak.

Charley dug her heels into the mattress, and he slid hands down her stomach, over her thighs, and spread her open.

She gasped, feeling her muscles tighten and a euphoric tingle overtake her entire body.

She was so close. She drove her hand over his shoulder, up his neck, and threaded her fingers through his short hair.

“Nash.” She moaned, raising her hips. His tongue lashed over her clit and sent her over the edge, coming hard. “Oh God.” She gasped, but he didn’t stop until her body shook, trembling under his mouth. She gripped his hair in a fist, riding the best orgasm of her life.

Charley sank into the comfort of the soft mattress, unable to focus on anything except her complete satisfaction. This is what I’ve been missing out on. The mattress shifted, and she pried her eyes open.

Nash stood, ripping the snap of his jeans open and shoving them down with a sense of urgency.

Charley was in such a haze, still riding high from her orgasm.

Nash crawled over the bed, settling between her legs.

Without any warning, he sank inside her.

He groaned, and his chest rumbled against her as he dropped his face to her neck.

She trembled under his heat and closeness.

His strokes were deep and steady. His hand slid over her thigh, hooking his arm under her leg and sinking deeper inside.

She arched her neck, and his lips came over her throat, licking and sucking.

It was all too much and yet not enough. They were as close as two people could be.

But I want him closer. She turned her head, seeking his lips.

His mouth came down hard on hers, his heavy, hot breath and still, she wanted more.

She tangled her tongue, gliding against his and grazing her teeth over his bottom lip.

It must’ve been a trigger for Nash. His cock pounded hard inside her.

He grabbed her wrists with one hand, forcing them over her head, pressing into the mattress.

His head fell back and the cords of his neck strained as he fucked her.

“Harder.” She whispered, matching the movement of his hips and crying out when she felt her excitement heightening and another orgasm building.

It didn’t seem humanly possible to come so quick again but Nash was proving to be something out of the ordinary.

“Nash,” she moaned as she gave into another mind-blowing orgasm.

Nash grunted, rocking hard inside her, and then stilled.

She felt his cock pulsate, and seconds later he loosened his grip on her hands and fell over her, bracing himself on his elbows.

His body was flush against hers, but she didn’t feel the weight of him.

His arms shook slightly, and his heavy breath echoed through the room. Or maybe it’s mine.

When she felt his body shift, she reached for his waist. “Wait.”

Charley wasn’t ready for this to end. Nash brushed his lips against her cheek, his warm breath covering her skin.

“I’ll be right back.” His nose skimmed over her neck.

She felt a shot of cool air once he stood. She blindly grabbed the sheet, covered herself, and turned to her side. A minute later, the mattress shifted, and she felt Nash edge up behind her. His arm wrapped over her stomach, and she scooted back until their bodies were against one another.

Her lids were heavy. She could barely keep her eyes open. Being wrapped in the warmth of his arms with her back pressed against his chest and his breath on her neck had her relaxed and content. He almost fucked me into unconsciousness.

The rumbling of his chest and his soft snicker sounded in her ear. Did I say that out loud?

“Next time, there won’t be an almost .” His hand pressed against her stomach, tucking her deeper into his chest.

Charley would save her embarrassment for tomorrow. For now, she’d give into her exhaustion.

In his arms.

****

Nash usually wasn’t an early riser, but it was strange to have a companion in bed with him. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d shared a bed with a woman and slept.

He’d been in his kitchen on the second floor for the past hour. He’d caught up on messages. Ace had confirmed that Inez was meeting Anders. Only time would tell how that meeting would go. But for now, he’d done his part and washed his hands of that debacle.

He glanced up at the ceiling. There’d been rumblings from his bedroom for the last fifteen minutes, but she hadn’t come downstairs yet. Nash considered checking on her, but he was giving her some space.

Nash had given in to temptation and knew one time was not enough. Had this been a few years ago, he wouldn’t have even considered anything more with a woman. But the Kings had proved things were changing in the Underground. They could have women in their lives.

Hell, Rogue is married. No one would’ve seen that coming.

It wasn’t to say there wouldn’t be obstacles.

As far as Charley knew, he worked at a club.

The truth was much darker, and he wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle it, let alone accept it.

Nash tabled those thoughts when he saw her come down the stairs and slowly make her way to the kitchen.

She was dressed in a T-shirt and what looked like men’s boxers. Fucking adorable.

“Morning.” She smiled, stopping a few feet away.

She brushed her hair away from her eyes, tucking a chunk behind her ear.

She wasn’t the same brazen girl begging him to take her harder from last night.

He expected her to retreat again. Her shyness wasn’t something she could turn off.

It was a part of her. Still, he’d try to coax her out of it.

“Come here.”

Charley rounded the counter, taking her time.

Too slow for Nash. He stalked toward her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and hoisted her ass onto the counter.

He gripped her thighs, spreading them apart and allowing him space between them.

He cupped her jaw with both hands, forcing her to look at him.

“Getting shy on me?”

She slowly shook her head, but her eyes were cautious.

“I fuck you on this counter, you gonna beg me to do it harder?”

A pink blush spread across her cheeks at the same time a spark lit in her eyes.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Probably.” Her breathy moan sent him over the edge.

He grasped her hips, bringing them in line with his cock. Two layers of clothing separating them. Nash grabbed the hem of her shirt, prepared to rip it off her. Spreading her out on the counter was his only desire.

In the worst interruption possible, his phone vibrated against the counter. Nash pulled away from her lips, but her hand tightened over his jaw, forcing him back to her mouth. Charley looped her arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Nash gave in to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against his body. Her breathy moan had him forgetting about the vibrating buzz in the background. Momentarily. When the ringing stopped, he dipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her. Fuck!

They had to stop before breakfast turned into dinner. He broke the kiss, lightly tapped her ass, and lifted his chin to the opposite side of the counter.

“I’m free until the evening. And since I know you don’t have to work, what would you like to do?”

Her eyes widened, and she seemed genuinely surprised. “You want to have like a date?”

Nash controlled his features. It had been a long time since anything he’d done with a woman could be considered a date. But Charley was unlike most women he’d been with.

“Yes.”

When the corner of her mouth curled, and her eyes gleamed, he knew exactly what she wanted to do. “Can we go on your motorcycle again?”

“Yes. But first I’ll make us something to eat.”

“You’re going to cook? For me?”

He glanced over. She hadn’t moved and was staring with disbelief. He had the distinct feeling it had been a long time since anyone had taken care of her.

“Do you want eggs and bacon or pancakes and sausage?”

Her eyes widened. “Um…whatever you want to make.”

Nash braced his arms on the counter. Her gaze immediately filtered over his biceps. “I want to make whatever you want to eat.”

She blushed. “Pancakes are my favorite.”

Mine too. Nash worked around his kitchen. Unlike others who had private chefs, he did all his own cooking, and if his schedule allowed, it was most days. Growing up with his father, he learned quickly if he wanted to eat, he’d have to make it himself.

As much as he enjoyed the comfortable silence with Charley, he found himself wanting to know more about her. Everything.

“You have family close by?” he asked, cracking the eggs into the batter.

When he didn’t get an answer, he looked over. Charley clasped her hands where they rested on the counter and smiled. It was forced. This was an uncomfortable subject for her. But necessary.

“My dad passed away when I was fourteen. My mom is remarried and lives in North Rutherford. It’s about four hours from here, south of Turnersville. I don’t get to see her much.” Charley grew silent. “The distance and all.”

“Siblings?”

She cleared her throat. “I have a brother. Cody.”

I know. But Nash wasn’t going to let on that he knew any details. “Older?”

“Cody is two years younger than me.”

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” she muttered.

“He live locally?”

There was a small stretch of silence, but Nash continued focusing on making breakfast. She’d answer when she was ready.

“We actually lived together for a while, but um, he recently moved out of state.” She cleared her throat and blurted, “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

If he had to guess, it was a calculated move on her part to change the subject.

“No. I’m an only child.”

Nash walked over to the stove, switching on the burner. All talking had ceased briefly. The last thing he wanted was Charley to shut down on him. He’d steer the conversation in a different direction.

“Elle mentioned she offered you the apartment above her shop.” Nash turned. “She said you turned it down.”

Charley drew in a breath and slowly nodded.

“I don’t want to move again. Besides, as much as I love working at the store, living there too might be a lot.” Charley glanced down at the counter and twisted her fingers.

It was a fair and reasonable excuse. But Nash sensed there was more to it. She peeked up and straightened on the stool.

“That smells delicious,” she said eagerly. Again, he suspected she was trying to change the subject.

He’d end his inquisition.

For now.