Page 36 of Silver Sanctuary (The Silver Springs #3)

Twenty-Two

W hile she would have loved to spend the day in her wedding dress, Nash insisted they had time to change into something more casual before meeting with the lawyers.

So Lacy followed him up to the apartment, still reeling from the whiplash of emotions.

Nash’s vows had been some of the most beautiful words ever spoken to her, filled with so much love and warmth.

And she felt the truth of the vows he spoke over Embrie settle deep in her soul.

The days she spent in Silver Springs, thinking that nothing was going to work out for her, melted away into distant memories. The hurt, the anger, the fear she felt when thinking about what new problems each day would bring evaporated each time Nash’s fingers grazed the small of her back.

He was going to be a constant in her life now—Lacy knew that. She understood that she could count on him, could trust him to keep his word. To provide. To keep them safe. To love them.

She just hoped she’d always be enough for him. Because a man like Nash Caldwell—so good, and kind, and giving—deserved the best wife .

“You okay?” he asked, poking his head out of the closet. Oh, god. His whole chest was on display, each and every sinfully delicious tattoo calling to her. She was desperate to touch her husband. Something deep in her ached to have him close. “Lace?”

“Oh. Yeah?” She swallowed, heat crawling up her chest and neck.

He stalked over to her until she put her hands out to stop him. Her palms rested on his chest, and good lord, she was sure her legs were turning into gelatin.

"You’re wound awfully tight. Is there anything your husband can do to help you out?”

“Nash, we can’t. We don’t have time.”

“I’ll be quick.”

“Just what every woman wants to hear…” she teased.

“Just a little appetizer for what's to come tonight.” He chuckled. “I bet I can get you there in just a few minutes, wife . I won’t even use my hands. But only if I don’t have to bend you over my knee first.”

“Hm, I think I like the sound of that challenge. You’ll have to help me out of my dress first.” She wiggled her hips, reaching her arms behind her to try and capture the zipper.

“No.”

Her whole body went still. “No?”

“I want to watch you shatter on my tongue in your beautiful wedding dress. I want to look at it, hanging in our closet every day, and have it remind me of the sounds you made when you came apart for me for the first time as my wife.”

“Nash,” she panted as his fingers slipped under the silky fabric.

“Pesky pantyhose. Hot as fuck, Lacy. Truly. But they’ve served their purpose.”

His fingers ripped through the thin material, pulling so that the seam he created went from her toes all the way up to the very top of her thigh. His hands pushed against her legs, tipping her back so she was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Mm, now, are you going to be a good wife and let me taste that perfect pussy of yours? I’m starving, and I don’t think I can wait another minute to have my meal.”

“Just a snack for my hungry boy.”

He smirked, his head finding its way between her legs.

Nash kissed the entire length of her right leg, from ankle to hip bone.

Lacy shuddered as his warm breath caressed her skin.

In an instant, his hands were under her, lifting her hips, forcing her to drop her legs open.

In the next heartbeat, Lacy felt Nash’s tongue on her slit, licking from her core straight to her clit.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her hand finding the back of his head to keep him right where she wanted him to focus those delicious licks and flicks.

She lay back, letting her feet come up to rest beside his head. If he was bothered by it, he didn’t let it show. Nash buried his tongue deep inside her, the sensation sending blinding heat through her body.

“ Fuck, fuck fuck . Nash, that’s… it feels…”

The hum of his chuckle added a new tingle to her body. Her hands worked with desperate precision to pull down the thin straps of her dress. Once she was free, both of her hands went to work, her nipples forming tight peaks under her own touch.

Nash pulled away, his head popping up from between her legs. She watched, her fingers still pulling exquisite pleasure from touching herself as Nash licked his lips.

“Naughty girl. Who said you could touch what’s mine to play with?”

“Oopsies.” She winked, gasping as Nash leaned over, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. His insanely thick thigh pressed into her center, and Lacy whimpered .

“Cheater. You said no hands,” Lacy scolded as she rolled her hips, using his leg to grind against, building back up her budding orgasm.

“No hands for pleasure. But if your hands are going to get in the way of me doing that, then I’m going to do what needs to be done.

” The smile that flashed across his face was devilishly handsome, and her back arched off the bed as his lips sealed around her hard nipple before his tongue lapped at the sensitive flesh.

“Use me, wife. Grind that delicious pussy all over my lap.”

“Your mouth,” Lacy gasped as Nash dropped his mouth over her opposite breast, his teeth nipping and raking over her nipple. Her hips bucked, the pressure and friction from grinding herself on his leg not enough to send her over the edge.

“Nash, please. Please, I can’t…”

He continued to torture her, pressing kisses under each breast before letting his fingertips trace down her arms, and her chest, and finally her waist. He left one hand low on her belly, while his tongue dove back in to circle her clit.

Nash sucked, and licked, and tweaked until Lacy screamed out his name, her body quivering under his ministrations.

“Feel better?” Nash asked as he lay on the bed next to Lacy. Truth be told, she felt weightless, her mind fighting her to come back down from the incredible release Nash had given her.

“Yes,” she answered, but the reality of what they were about to do started sinking back into her bones. She turned, burying her face into his chest. “I don’t want to leave this apartment. I don’t want to face what comes next.”

“What comes next is good. It’s support. It’s making things official. It’s protecting you and Embrie. You don’t have to be scared. Sebastian will have put the best lawyers on this for us.”

“I can’t ask you to pay them for me. ”

“You’re not. That’s between me and Cap.”

“Nash, no. I don’t want?—”

“Stop.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Come on. Let’s go get in the shower.”

“We don’t have time.”

“They’ll wait for us. I’m sure by now they’ve ordered lunch and are well aware of what’s taking us so long.

So let’s really give them something to talk about, yeah?

” He moved, his body pressing down gently on top of her.

Nash was solid muscle. Pure hardness against her soft curves.

Lacy had to bite on her bottom lip to stop the moan of pleasure building inside her as his hardness pressed against her center.

“Yes. Shower. Right now.”

Warm droplets of water washed over both of them, but Nash was mesmerized by the ones running down his wife’s chest, soaking her incredible breasts before trailing down the rest of her body. He wanted to trace each and every little path the water droplets took with his tongue.

Lacy’s hands began to rake through his hair. Fuck . A groan escaped from his throat as she pulled at the roots. He was putty in her hands.

His wife’s touch had him under a spell. Each time he kissed her, it was a different version of Lacy.

At first, their kisses were timid—reserved.

And then she had completely let go. It was as if she was pulling pleasure straight from his lips.

But the Lacy in the shower with him now, this Lacy was domineering.

Powerful. Standing in her pure feminine power. And he was all fucking for it.

“I love you, Lace.”

“I love you too.” Her hands left his hair, running down his neck and across his chest. For a few heartbeats, she just let her fingers trace along his tattoos, lingering over the trident he had inked over his heart. Finally, her hands slid lower, across his belly and down to the base of his cock.

Oh fuck . His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the feather-light touch of her exploration.

“Baby…” he rasped.

“What, hubby? Are you not enjoying this?” she teased back, batting her lashes as her hand wrapped around his shaft.

She stroked him, precum leaking over her fingers as she worked him into a frenzy.

Her soft, slow movement had shudders rolling through his body.

The instant her other hand cupped his balls, he moaned out her name like a lovesick fool. Which, of course, he was.

He captured Lacy’s mouth with his. “Your touch is driving me fucking mad. Do you know how badly I want to push you up against this shower wall and bury myself inside of you?” His fingers pressed against her waist, waiting for her to say yes.

“I won’t stop you.” She giggled. And that was all it took. Nash wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding his hands over her perfect ass as he lifted her legs and pressed her against the wall of the shower.

The tile must have been colder than she was expecting, because Lacy let out a small shriek. But Nash crushed his mouth over hers, swallowing the sound almost as quickly as it started.

“Tell me you want this,” he growled.

“I want this. I want you,” she moaned. “Please, Nash. Don’t stop. I need you. Please.”

He kissed her again, his chest pressing against hers. And then he positioned himself so that the tip of his cock slid against her pussy, her warmth wrapping around him inch by torturous inch, completely taking his breath away.

“Fuck, Lace. Oh fuck, you feel so good.” His hips moved with a mind of their own, setting an intense pace as his hand dropped to circle her clit.

“Oh,” she groaned. “Don’t stop. It feels so... You feel so…”