“You make me feel things,” he said in a low voice against her mouth. “Things I don’t normally feel.”
“Me too,” she said.
The next thing she knew, her back was against the door, and his hands were on either side of her face as he devoured her. Nash was kissing her like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like he craved the very essence of her.
His lips moved to her throat, and the next thing she knew, he had torn open the ugly blouse. She helped him shove the remaining shreds of polyester off, leaving her only in her own bra and the beige, floral skirt.
Having sex with Kevin’s father hadn’t been anything like this. No one had ripped anybody else’s clothes off, for one. They’d been two teenagers fumbling around in the dark.
But Nash was clearly a master of the sensual arts.
Who knew what she’d do with everything she was sure to learn from Nash tonight? Would she go back to Bar Harbor and be a wild woman? Even if she went back to living the same life she had before, she’d still know more.
More about pleasure. More about what it was like to be with a shockingly sexy man who wanted her. Truly wanted her in a way no other man ever had.
Wanting to strip away the layers of fabric between them, she grabbed his shirt in her hands and pulled. Unlike her shirt, his didn’t tear open. A button didn’t even pop off. Undaunted, she tried again, and when it still didn’t work, she couldn’t hold back her giggles. Soon, he was laughing too.
Kissing and laughing. It was a heady combination. And one she hadn’t known existed.
That first time, there hadn’t been laughter. On the contrary, losing her virginity had been so serious, both she and Josh trying to pretend they knew what they were doing.
“How about I help you with that?” Nash finally said, the laughter in his voice layered with desire.
“Good idea. I clearly need to work on my tearing-clothes-off skills.”
Together, they undid the buttons on his shirt, and as they revealed more and more of his broad, tanned, muscular chest, Ashley nearly gasped aloud at his male beauty.
She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him, discover his contours, his hollows, his every muscle and sinew. Acting on a combination of instinct and lust, she gave in to her desire, letting both her fingertips and her eyes appreciate him. Until she had to taste him, too, unable to stop herself from leaning forward to run her lips and tongue over his chest.
His groan of pleasure reverberated against her mouth. When she turned her head to look up at him, his eyes were blazing with heat.
“No fair,” he said. “You’re doing everything to me that I want to do to you.”
She didn’t know what made her so bold, but she found herself saying, “Then do it.”
He captured her mouth again, his kiss deep and passionate. A few moments later, he hooked his thumbs beneath her bra straps and slid them off her shoulders, watching hungrily as the upper swells of her breasts above her bra cups rose and fell. He ran the pads of two fingers over her breasts.
Her head fell back against the door, and she swallowed convulsively.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” he asked.
She could barely speak, could manage only a simple, “Yes.”
“All day long,” he said in a voice made hoarse with need, “I’ve been wondering what you looked like under your god-awful clothes. I knew you’d be beautiful, but you’re even better than my fantasies.”
She loved what he was saying, but she also had to call him on it. Had to keep things completely honest between them. “You haven’t known me long enough to have fantasies.” Not the way he had been her secret late-night fantasy for years.
“Are you kidding me?” he countered. “I’ve spun out so many fantasies about you in the handful of hours we’ve spent together that even if we make love all night, we won’t get through them all.”
Wow. No one had ever talked dirty with her before. She wanted to talk dirty back, and he’d made her feel so comfortable from the start that if she didn’t try with him, who would she ever feel comfortable enough to do it with?
“Tell me one of your fantasies.” She licked her lips, gratified to see his gaze immediately drop to her mouth. “And then we’ll live it out. Right here, right now.”
He looked like he could hardly believe his luck. But then she watched him check himself, just as he had before.
“I don’t want to go too fast, Ashley. I don’t want to ask you for too much. Or be too rough.”
But didn’t he see that she wanted to spend at least one night in her life with someone who wouldn’t obey the rules? That she wanted to know what it was like to be with a man who would give in to desire completely and show her pleasure beyond her wildest imagination?