Thankfully, she smiled and said, “Thank God.” Then she reached for the condom and tore the wrapper open. “Help me with this.”
Together, they slid it on, the slightest touch of her hands on him making him nearly lose control. But though he was desperate to have her, he knew he couldn’t go too fast. He needed to make sure she was ready for him. Beyond ready.
Forcing himself to go slow, he slid his hand into the vee between her legs. His breath left him in a rush as he felt how hot, how slick she was. As he stroked her, she instinctively opened her thighs wider for him. Her eyes closed, and her head fell back against the cushions at the same time that her hips rose to meet his hand.
He whispered against her ear, “Are you ready for me, Ash?”
She drew back to look at him, passion dilating her pupils so that her eyes were nearly black. “Yes,” she breathed. “I’ve never been so ready for anything, or anyone, in my entire life.”
On a hungry groan, he moved into her, slowly stretching her to accommodate his hard heat. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, so despite the desire rushing through him, he gently rocked in, then out, then in again, until her arousal paved the way for him to be seated fully inside her.
She gazed up at him, wonder in her eyes. “This feels so good. You feel so good.”
He barely had the presence of mind to find the right words, but he needed to let her know how he felt. “It’s never felt this good, Ash. Only with you.”
“Love me,” she whispered against his lips. “Take me. Don’t hold anything back.” Then she lifted her hips, bucking up into him as if to prove that she meant exactly what she said.
Even if he had wanted to hold back, he couldn’t have. Not anymore.
Not now that she was finally his.
Nash threaded his fingers into her hair as he kissed her, and as they moved together, they were complete equals, with neither taking the lead and both of them willing to follow the pleasure wherever it took them.
They were a perfect fit in every way. Already, Nash knew one night with Ashley could never be enough.
He felt her inner muscles tighten around him, and she shattered beneath him with sweet sounds of ecstasy erupting from her throat. As he looked into her eyes and followed her over the edge, the deepest pleasure imaginable took over every part of him. His body, his mind…and even his heart.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ashley had just had the most glorious sex of her life! Every second of their lovemaking had been mind-blowing, from playing out Nash’s fantasy to the final moments when he’d been staring into her eyes as she’d shattered into a million blissful pieces.
A warning bell went off inside her head. Just because he’d gazed into her eyes as they’d climaxed together—even if for a few magical moments, it had felt like more than just sex—didn’t mean it had been lovemaking. It was just sex.
And, oh, what a wonderful thing just sex could be. How could she have gone her whole life without experiencing that? No wonder her sisters were always on her to date more. They must have known what she was missing all along.
For the first time in her life, she felt like a sexual woman. She wasn’t just a mom, or a sister, or a daughter anymore. At long last, she was more than that.
All thanks to Nash.
He lifted his face from where he had been resting it against the top of her head. Smiling down at her, he said, “You just blew my mind, Ashley.”
She smiled back, feeling like she was glowing from the inside out. “Not nearly as much as you blew mine.”
He kissed her, and she wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him. It felt so good to kiss him while he was still inside of her, still hard and throbbing. But for safety’s sake, if she didn’t want to accidentally get pregnant again, she knew they needed to remove the condom immediately.
Obviously thinking along the same lines, he carefully moved away. When he got up to throw it away in the bathroom, she missed the weight of his body over hers.
He came back into the bedroom and held out his hand. “How does a shower sound?”
Her body instantly heated up again, as if her lust for him hadn’t just been sated. She took his hand and let him pull her from the couch. “A shower sounds perfect.”
“This time,” he said in a low voice that rumbled over her skin like a heated caress, “you get to be in charge of the fantasy.”
If only he knew how many fantasies she’d had about him over the years. And then it occurred to her—their relationship had been completely honest up until now, so why not tell him?