Pride After Her Fall

No, she wasn’t overlooking anything—including an erection she wanted to explore pressing against denim. But Nash didn’t give her the opportunity to do anything about that as he dipped his head and began kissing her, lifting her so that her toes barely touched the carpet, his hands on her buttocks, moulding her against him. until she felt the long, thick ridge of that impressive erection pressed against her belly.

He released her slowly and dropped to his knees on the rug, his hands cupping her hips. She swayed in against him, shivering as he placed a hot kiss on her belly, and another, and another lower down. He was touching her there, through the silk, and then the silk was sliding down her legs and there was just his mouth, and Lorelei slammed her hands down on the back of his head, tangling her fingers through his silky thick dark brown hair, clutching as the muscles in her thighs convulsed. The faint ache in her hips that was always there after a long day on her feet was nullified by the almost painfully sensitive pitch he brought her to, until pleasure began streaking through her.

Her soft cries came unbidden as the dam burst and the waves of pleasure went on and on. Nash’s tongue moved almost reticently as he gauged just how much she could take as her body convulsed. Just as she thought she was coming down he brought her up again, and again she peaked. When she was weak and clutching at his shoulders, swaying on her feet, he rose up like some kind of victorious sea god emerging from the deep. He gathered her in his arms and Lorelei, a little weakened and blurry from her orgasms, saw his eyes were wild, his tongue swiping a lower lip wet with her essence. He gave her a slow smile full of sexual promise and she just stared helplessly at him.

What had just happened? Alors, she knew what had happened, but it had never happened to her before more than once at one time...and he had been so understanding of what she needed...

He lowered her onto smooth, cool sheets and her skin prickled not with cold but with anticipation as Nash stood over her. Slowly he began to unbutton his jeans with one hand, the other palming a square foil wrapper.

‘Such a boy scout,’ she approved a little unsteadily as the condom wrapper crackled.

‘Always.’ His eyes never once left hers and Lorelei watched as the denim parted, revealing his taut pelvic cradle, the cut marks of his abdominals, the deep grooves alongside his lean hips.

He shoved down his jeans and briefs in a single movement and gave her a slow smile as he saw the look on her face.

‘I’m an engineer by trade, Lorelei,’ he assured her with a wink. ‘It’s my job to make sure things fit.’

Lorelei watched him roll on the latex. She knew she ought to be taking the initiative, climbing into his arms and at least setting the pace, but somehow none of that happened.

Nash came over her, so big and dominant she should have taken pause. He dwarfed her, yet her shiver had nothing to do with reluctance.

‘Are you going to kiss me, Lorelei?’ His deep voice teased her.

‘Oui.’ She put a hand to his chest, but instead of giving him a kiss she reached up instinctively and stroked his jaw with the backs of her fingers, wanting to stay the moment.

Nash stilled. The blue of his eyes darkened almost to black as he caught her hand and pressed a hard kiss to her knuckles, then he brought his mouth down on hers. A hot, passionate stamp of possession. He wanted her.

Everything Lorelei had decided, conjured, felt about Nash Blue did a somersault. Everything she’d been holding up to protect herself tumbled away. She had wanted him from the moment she saw him, which was a first for her, but she wanted something else and she wasn’t sure what that was yet...

As his mouth roamed over her face, her throat, her shoulders, she inhaled the scent of spices and soap and man, splaying her fingers in his thick dark brown hair. She reached lower, spreading her hands over his broad back.

Feeling oddly vulnerable, she let her thoughts flicker back to all the female interest in him today. She wondered what would have happened if she wasn’t here. Was this what he did? Found the prettiest girl, scooped her up in his fast car and took her off somewhere...?

‘Nash,’ she said, perturbed by the anxiety she could hear in her own voice, ‘what are we doing here?’