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“I’m going to regret that,” I giggle.

“Oh, you most definitely will,” he says, and then he’s chasing me around the kitchen, both of us laughing like we haven’t in a long time. It’s ridiculous, and messy, and free. Perfect in the most imperfect way.

Eventually, he corners me, both of us out of breath. I’m pressed between him and the bench, our laughter fading into something quieter, heavier. His eyes drop to my lips, and mine to his.

“You’re a disaster,” he murmurs, brushing a bit of flour from my jaw.

“So areyou.”

His hands find my waist, pulling me closer. “Guess we’re a perfect match.”

Our kiss is slow and sweet. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I melt against him. He tastes like sugar, and I lose myself in the tantalising way his tongue strokes mine. He’s kissing me like we have all the time in the world to explore our connection.

Nash’s lips don’t leave mine as his hands drop lower and he lifts me into his strong arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he carries me to the mudroom.

He sets me on the bench, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. My hands run over his muscular chest, loving the way his body contracts under my touch. He cups my cheeks, devouring my mouth like a man starved.

When he finally pulls away, both of us panting for air, his lust-filled gaze searches my own. “We should get cleaned up,” he murmurs with a lopsided grin.

“We should,” I agree, nodding. Biting my lip, I grip the hem of my top and lift it over my head.

Sitting in front of him in nothing but a simple white bra and yoga pants, I fight the urge to cover myself. The heat in his eyes as his tongue darts out over his bottom lip has me burning up, desperate for his hands on me, for him to make me feel everything the way he did last night.

His gaze doesn’t leave mine as he steps back, reaching in to turn on the taps. Gaining a rush of confidence, I reach behind me and undo the clasp, slowly pulling the material from my body. It barely hits the floor before Nash growls and crosses the room to sweep me into his arms again.

His tongue pushes into my mouth as my legs wrap around his waist. My pebbled nipples ache where they touch his skin. His hard bulge pressing against my core makes me whimper.Nash swallows my sinful sounds, stepping into the shower, despite both of us being clothed from the waist down. The water cascades over us, and my pants stick to my skin, but I’m too caught up in the moment to care.

My back hits the cool tiles and we both moan as he grinds against me.

“Nash,” I murmur against his lips. “I need you.”

“I got you, little possum.”

Of that, I have no doubt.

Chapter Thirty-Two

NASH

When I had the idea of baking Mum’s famous double choc chip cookies, I never imagined it would end with Hadley wrapped around my body again, but fuck, if it’s not my favourite place to be. The wanton sounds escaping her lips as I kiss her deep and slow have my cock hardening in my pants.

Reluctantly releasing her mouth, I carefully place her legs on the ground, dropping to my knees and pressing a kiss to her stomach. Her fingers fall to my hair, and she combs them through, washing the egg yolk from my curls as I slowly peel her sodden yoga pants down. Tapping her left calf gently, she lifts her leg so I can free it before doing the same with the other.

Leaning forward, I brush my lips over her pubic bone and gaze up at her.

“Is this okay?” I ask, needing to hear her say she wants this as much as I crave it.

Her chest rises and falls with every panting breath she takes. She nods, her fingers tightening against my scalp.

“Words, Hadley,” I murmur, trailing my fingers up the insides of her thighs, stopping before I reach the apex.

“Yes,”she whispers, squirming slightly, her voice barely audible over the running water.

It’s enough for me.

The first swipe of my tongue causes her to gasp. I groan at the taste—so fucking intoxicating. Gripping her hips to steady her, I suck and lave her pussy, loving how responsive she is.

My dick swells uncomfortably against the sodden material it’s trapped in, but I ignore my needs, focusing on hers. Circling her clit with my tongue, I slide a finger inside her, causing her to cry out my name.