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NASH

I can’t see straight.

I lean against my truck, my fists clenched as I grind my teeth, trying like hell to take a solid breath as a fire rages in my chest. My blood is rushing south to my center, and my cock is so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t torn through my denim. Images of her continue to flash through my mind.

Grace…

That little delicate white skirt just clinging to her curves…the rest of her legs bare…her lips parted like she was about to cry out. Or beg . Beg for my kiss. A kiss she knows she desperately wants.

She has no idea what she’s doing to me.

Or maybe she does. Just thinking about it’s driving me fucking crazy.

I watch her vanish into the darkness, racing away like a frightened rabbit. But I know what I saw in those big, innocent eyes.

Heat. Desire. Want.

She wants me, but there’s something holding her back. Could it be her lack of experience? Most girls her age have already been run through by the smooth-talkers in their class, but not Grace. I don’t get that impression from her.

No, she’s untouched. Unclaimed. Just the threat of me moving in on her caused her entire body to quiver. She’s timid, but once I make her see that we’re meant for each other, then I’ll be the first one to have her.

The first and only.

I’ll slide into those virgin walls and feel her stretch around my cock–watch her face as she experiences the sensation for the first time. Christ, just thinking about it now nearly has me firing off in my pants.

I need to put my foot down. Show her who’s boss. Who makes the rules. And rule number one? Grace never runs away from me again.

I drive my knuckles into the tree beside me, then stalk off into the woods where she disappeared, following the hint of her perfume that still lingers in the air. My boots crush the dry grass and twigs below, and the blue moonlight filters through the trees.

After a while, I see her up ahead. She’s walking fast, her arms wrapped around her chest like she’s cold. But it’s a warm night, and I know better.

She’s not cold.

She’s burning up.

“Grace!” I call out. She stops like she’s been tased, but she doesn’t turn. It doesn’t even look like she’s breathing.

I walk up behind her and take her by the arm, not giving her another chance to run. I slip one hand around her waist and the other on the back of her neck and spin her to me.

“You think you can just walk away from me again?” I growl, inhaling her sweet scent. “Like you weren’t just begging me with your eyes to claim every inch of your body?”

She’s delicious. Her body is radiating warmth against mine. The halter top she’s wearing is showing off her ample cleavage, causing dirty thoughts to rush through my mind. She’s changed out of her skirt and into a pair of denim shorts like a real American sweetheart.

“Nash, I wasn’t–”

“Don’t lie to me, princess.” Her body quivers in my hands. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been good. I’ve held back. But you’re standing there shaking, and my cock’s so fucking hard I can’t even think. You want the truth?”

Still trembling, she nods slowly.

“I want to push you up against the nearest tree, tug down those shorts, pull your panties aside and fuck you until you forget your own damn name.”

She lets a tiny little whimper out through her adorable lips. Her whole body shakes in my arms. She looks down, but I lift her chin with a finger, forcing her to look me in the eyes. Her cheeks are red again, and her pupils are wide.

“You’re so shy, princess,” I whisper. “You’re untouched, aren’t you? Never had a man inside you before?”

“I…” Her lips tremble, and she shakes her head. “No.”

The desire already pulsing through me reaches new heights. I was right. I fucking knew it.

“But you came to my shop for a reason, Grace. Dressed like walking temptation. And you showed up here with that doofus guy for a reason too.”

“Oh, yeah?” she says softly. “What’s that?”

Without hesitation, I say, “So I could have you.”

I crush my mouth down onto hers, devouring her lips like I’m a starving man and she’s the only thing that can save me. And as I embrace her, I realize just how true that is. I haven’t had a woman for a long time, but not just any would do.

It had to be Grace. It had to be now.

Her body softens, and she melts into me. Her lips open, accepting my kiss. I press my tongue inside, and she grips the front of my shirt hard, moaning into my mouth like it’s the first time she’s ever been kissed.

And Christ, I bet it is. Not only has she never been claimed, but she’s never been kissed? I’m the luckiest man on earth.

The realization nearly knocks me over. My tongue sweeps against hers, hot and accepting, and I pull her closer, grinding my hard bulge against her soft belly, just above her little pussy mound. I just want to make her react. And boy oh boy, does she ever.

Her hips rock forward naturally. Yeah, I knew she wanted it.

I press my hand between her thighs and feel the wetness. She’s so turned on she’s soaked right through her panties and into the denim of her shorts.

“You’re so wet, princess,” I growl, my voice swollen with lust. “Soaked. All for me.”

She nods, breathes into my mouth. “I’ve–never felt like this before…”

I pop the buttons on her shorts and slip my hand underneath, pressing two fingers against the thin fabric covering her slit. Soaked cotton lace panties, thin, barely even there.

“Never had a man’s hand here before, have you?” I ask. She shakes her head. “Never been kissed before, have you?”

“I…” her voice trembles, as though she’s ashamed. “No.”

My chest swells. That’s right. You’re mine.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, baby,” I tell her. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll kiss you just like you like it, touch you just like you like, and I’ll make you come just right , princess.”

She whimpers and blushes so deep it makes my cock pulse.

I start to move my two fingers in slow, filthy little circles. I can feel her button just beneath her soaked panties, and her mouth falls open as I pleasure her. As I touch her like no man ever has.

“Oh my God, Nash…”

“That’s right, princess.” I smile. “ I’m your god now.”

A whimper trembles from her lips, and I almost bust in my jeans. Her thighs are shaking, and her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps.

I move in, kiss her neck, her jaw, then move back to her lips, which are dripping with anticipation.

She grinds back against my hand like she doesn’t even know she’s doing it. Her innocence is a drug that I’m about to overdose on.

I can’t handle it any longer.

I drop to my knees in the dirt and pull her shorts down past her ankles, then force her thighs apart and stare up at heaven.

Pink, tiny, and dripping wet.

An involuntary growl rips up out of my chest, and I press my mouth to her slit. She screams, and I smirk as I drag my tongue up her valley and find her button. She yelps again, and I press my hand over her mouth.

“Hush, princess. We can’t have those punk kids down at the bonfire hearing just how good you taste.”

I go back down on her, and as I flatten my tongue on her sweet spot, she threads her fingers through my hair, helplessly rolling her hips against my mouth.

She’s lost.

And so am I.

I lick her like she’s the sweetest dessert imaginable. Her juices coat my tongue and lips as my tongue flicks and swirls against her jewel. I grab her ass with both hands to keep her still as she bucks and moans, gasping my name in a desperate whisper like it’s the only name she’s ever known.

Then her body tenses.

Her breath catches.

And she goes off.

She comes against my mouth, and I lap at her wetness, groaning like an unhinged primate. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen, and even with her face twisted up in orgasmic bliss, she’s a perfect ten.

I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look down at her.

She’s panting hard as her legs give out from beneath her, but I catch her and lift her into my arms like she weighs nothing. There’s only one thing on my mind, and that’s: more .

She clings to me, her slim arms wrapped around my neck as I carry her to my truck and lay her down, pulling her shorts up over her hips as she lies there breathless, eyes closed. I lean over her, grasp her face with my hands, and stare at her dazed, gorgeous face.

“I’m not done with you yet, princess. But if I take you home…I won’t be able to stop myself.”

She almost smiles–almost shrugs. “Then don’t.”

Fuck.

I lower myself onto her, pressing my cock against her core, causing her to gasp. But I stay buttoned up. It’s not time yet. Almost.

“Who do you belong to, princess?” I ask. “Tell me.”

She manages to open her eyes as she looks up at me, her lips swollen and her cheeks rosy. “You, Nash. I’m yours.”

Her response rocks me. I grind against her a little more–just to tease her. She whimpers and arches up against me. Yes, she wants me inside her. And that thought is about to level me.

“Not in the back seat,” I tell her. “You deserve more. But my place is nothing compared to yours–”

“I don’t care.” Her voice is soft, almost drowsy.

“I do,” I tell her. “I want you so bad, Grace, it’s killing me. But I want your first time to be perfect. Something you’ll never forget.”

She looks at me funny, like she thinks I’m kidding. “You’re…serious?”

I nod. “Deadly. You deserve more than the back seat. You’re royalty. You deserve–”

“Shut up,” she says, cutting me off. “Your apartment will be fine. Don’t make me wait, Nash. I’ll only wait so long.”

Her response shocks me, and after a moment, I’m smiling down at her. Yeah, this girl is incredible. The full package.

I lean down and kiss her again, slow and possessive, my body buzzing with need.

“That makes two of us.”