Pin Down (Men out of Uniform Book 1) (4 page)

Her eyes were wide and trained on his and his gut clenched. Blue.
Right now they were clear and blue. And she was close, so close he could smell
her. Sweet, warm, fresh.

Goodbye short-lived relief.

He glanced down and his breath stopped. The bunched fabric
pulled taut across the curves of her breasts. Her nipples were small, hard
points against the thin material. God, he’d thought he was hard before but his
dick hadn’t known hard until right this minute.

He took in a deep breath, but it didn’t do shit when all he
wanted was to see what color those hard points were, to see if they’d bead like
that after he’d licked them. He took one long, slow last look before he dragged
his gaze back up with an effort.

Her lips were moist, as if she’d just licked them. Damn,
he’d missed that, but who could blame him? There was so much visual stimulation
he didn’t know what he wanted to look at more.

He leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on her mouth and smiled
savagely to himself when her lids eased closed and her mouth parted farther. For
him. She leaned toward him too. And sighed softly.

Oh. Fuck. Yeah.

He wanted inside her in a way that shocked the hell out of
him.

She opened her eyes when he’d made no move on her. It took a
second, but he saw the flash in their depths even before she tried to wretch
out of his grip.

He held firm. “You wanted me to kiss you, so I’ll kiss you,”
he murmured, holding on to her easily.

“Don’t do me any favors,” she spat.

He smiled. “I just prefer a different kind of kiss.”

She froze when he eased his hold and nudged down the strap
of her top until if fell off the slope of her smooth shoulder. He ran his fingertip
underneath the edge of the fabric and tugged, slowly but firmly, all the time
watching her carefully, gauging her reaction.

She trembled when he exposed a nipple. His heartbeat kicked
up and need slammed into him with violent force when he looked down. Dark pink.
Small and tight and pretty, so fucking pretty. And she wasn’t making any move
to stop him.

He bent and blew against her, smiling when she shivered. He lowered
his head and licked her gently, lapped at her nipple until she threaded her
fingers into his hair, cupped her hands against the back of his head and urged
him into her.

He leaned her back over his forearm until it was the only
thing holding her up. He pushed the second strap down her arm until her other
breast was bare and he was kissing, licking and biting at her there too, his
other hand rolling and stroking the nipple between his fingers.

God, she smelled incredible, especially the sweet spot right
between her breasts and all at once he wanted her under him with the ability to
use not just his mouth, but both hands on her as well, not to mention what he
wanted to do to her with other parts of his anatomy. As it was, he was using way
too much effort holding her and trying to stop himself from falling ass
backward into the tub and it was cramping his style. And pissing him off.

He needed more of her, needed to run his hands over all of
her. And to see if she was as wet as he hoped she was for what he wanted. He
urged her to her feet and skated a hand up a smooth thigh, taking the skirt with
it.

The panties were a surprise. They were simple and white.
Cotton. He smiled. Not exactly what he remembered women wore to bars, but what
the fuck did he know anymore? Besides, they were a turn on. Who needed satin or
lace or anything fancy? Of course, it probably had a lot more to do with what
they covered than what they looked like or what they were made of. And he
couldn’t wait to see her for himself.

She drew in a sharp breath when he surged up from the tub,
taking her with him, lifting her up high against him, his hands somehow finding
the lush curves of her ass. He drew in a rough breath when she clasped her arms
around his neck and her legs somehow ended up around his waist, her skirt
bunched up around her hips.

Nash took another deep breath, his blood pounding in his
ears with the urge, the
need
to get her to the bed, to get her under
him, when he took a step forward. And stumbled.

He reached out a hand to steady himself but still managed to
slam her into the far wall, her back thumping hard against the surface and her
head banging back.

“
Shit.
Sorry. You okay?” he managed.

“So,” she gasped. “Not so much with the subtle and you
prefer them to be knocked out too, huh? I can see how that’d be less effort all
around.”

He wasn’t clumsy, had never been clumsy, could safely say
he’d never done a clumsy thing in his life before, but he’d forgotten his damn jeans
were still down around his ankles. How could he have forgotten that? Sure, he
had the scent and taste of a hot, willing woman all over him. Sex was pretty
much a sure thing at this point and he wanted the comfort of a bed to act out
what he’d already done to her in his mind twenty different ways, but still…how
could he have forgotten?

He’d never been so unaware of his surroundings as he was
when he’d been touching her and teasing himself with how he was going to go
down on her. His balls tightened in a rush at the mere thought of it and he
took yet another deep, steadying breath. Again, it didn’t do shit.

He hobbled out to the bed and dropped her down on it with a
move that could have used a bit more finesse. Although the way her breasts
jiggled may have just made the whole thing more than worth it.

She might come across as a bit of a ball-buster, but he
didn’t think she was as tough as she tried to appear. In fact, he’d guarantee
it and he wanted to be sure she knew what was in his head. There was a level of
something to her—innocence, sweetness,
something
—and he didn’t want to
be the one to mess with that.

“Just so we’re clear?” he forced out. “I wanna fuck.”

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

It was a wonder Lexi even heard him over the pounding of her
heart and the roaring in her ears, not to mention the throbbing ache that
speared outward from her nipples and centered down between her legs.

“That’s slick, real slick,” she murmured, hoping she’d
pulled off a drawl and not a moan.

She’d thought he’d been going to kiss her. Before. On the
mouth. Like a normal person might with a first kiss. He’d given her plenty of
time to move away if she’d wanted to, but God help her, she just hadn’t wanted
to. She’d closed her eyes when he’d moved in, already feeling the warmth of his
body so close to hers, her lips parting in anticipation of his mouth on hers
and then…nothing.

Jerk.
And she’d been just sitting there, eyes closed,
lips puckered like she’d never been kissed before and waiting for him to make
all the moves. Like an
idiot
.

Her first thought was that he’d been playing with her
except…he’d been looking at her like he’d never seen her before, a frown
between his heavy brows, as if he’d wanted to devour her whole. Kind of like
now.

“I want to fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m not looking
for a girlfriend and I don’t want a relationship. I went into that bar to pick
up a woman for some hot, dirty, no-strings sex. That’s it.”

God, what an arrogant—

Too bad he was so damn hot and he turned her on so damn much
and it had been so damn long or she’d tell him to go take a
damn
hike.

She’d never had a one night-stand.
Ever.
She went to
bars for some girl-bonding time and straightforward fun. And she liked to
dance. Simple. She’d been hit on more times than she could count and had
rebuffed every single one of them. Until him. Okay, he hadn’t exactly come on
to her but after the “kiss” and the speech there was no way to misunderstand
what he wanted. And what he was offering. Or not.

Could she really do it? She’d often thought about sex for
sex’s sake, physical pleasure without any of the awkward aftermath or unequal
expectations. No hurt feelings. No guilt. Just screw and then go your separate
ways. She could barely remember the last time she’d been held in strong arms,
since she’d been under a man, since she’d lost herself in the release of good
sex. And the solo kind was a poor substitute. Yeah, it seemed forever since
she’d let a guy get that close to her. Could she really do it with someone she
didn’t know, knew nothing about?

“I get it. You’re here and then you’ll be long gone,” Lexi
countered. “I’ve got my eyes wide open here, hotshot.”

“And I like to be the aggressor.”

She smiled, looked him up and down, and burst out laughing. He
should have looked ridiculous with his jeans bunched down around his ankles,
but with that arrogant stance, he could probably pretty much pull anything off.
Actually, the only thing he looked right now was “ready”.

“No news flash there.”

His mouth tightened. “I’m not into any fancy games or
anything either. Sex, straight up.”

She couldn’t resist. He’d left himself wide open. She cocked
her head to the side. “So you like it standing up?”

He didn’t really do anything, didn’t make any particular
movement, but she felt the tension lift from his big body. “You’re such a smart
ass, you know that?”

The flash of white when he smiled said he liked it though. A
lot.

Her breath hitched, her stomach jolted and the wet heat
between her legs went to a full stinging ache at the broad, smooth expanse of
skin as he jerked off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. She’d known he was
built, but God, ripped was more accurate. There wasn’t an ounce of spare flesh
on him. Anywhere. He was all sinewy muscle, angles and shadows—big, hard,
powerful. And she wanted.
Bad.

He bent to toe off his shoes, kick out of his jeans, and then
he yanked down the underwear in one rough move that left him all the way naked.

She swallowed. Yeah, he was built all right. All over. Especially
there
. And he wasn’t shy, not one bit. Why would he be? He was long and
thick and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it, from him.

Her heart raced out of control. It was all she could do to
stop herself from laying a hand over a stomach that trembled and jolted at the
sight of him. Apprehension? Nerves? Nah, not really. Despite being in a strange
hotel room, laid out on a bed in front of a guy—a
naked
, very aroused
guy—one she really didn’t know, it wasn’t anything except a deep-seated anticipation.

He bent and slid his hands up under her skirt, grasped the
sides of her panties and pulled them down, stopping when they reached her
knees. The cool air washed against her hot flesh. They were no-fuss, economical
movements, for a purpose. He meant business—his eyes said so, his actions
backed it up and her mouth went dry at the possibilities.

He came down on to the bed and everything in her went still.

“Is that how you like it?” he drawled. “Standing up? Well, sorry,
baby but this time? You’re going to be under me.”

“Oh,” Lexi gasped when he lifted her legs at the knees,
pushed them together and back toward her head. Or she might have moaned. Did it
really matter? Anyway, she was surprised she could even get that much out. She
took a deep breath. The only trouble was she got the desperately needed air but
also inhaled a wave of his warm, male scent that did nothing to calm her down.

“Fuck…” he breathed.

He was drinking his fill, his eyes dark, hot, and riveted
between her legs. He ran a finger unsteadily up and down her folds and she
trembled at the light caress, when she suddenly needed so much more. She was
wet. There was no hiding it. Or the tremor that ran through her at the light
touch.

She let out a shuddering breath when he slid a thick finger
inside slowly and then out again, spreading her moisture over and against the
swollen bud of her clitoris. She tried to flex her hips with the movement, to spread
her legs to encourage a deeper touch, but the way he was holding her made it pretty
much impossible to move.

“So,” she managed, almost whimpering when he withdrew from
her slowly. “You got a name? A nickname maybe?”

“Nickname? Yeah, you don’t want to know.” His voice was
flat, hard.

“So, what should I call you? ‘Oh, baby, oh yeah, baby’ might
get a bit old after awhile. Besides, I like to be more original than that.”

He barked out a laugh, almost as if he couldn’t help it and
the hard lines eased from his face, all except the sexy ones at each corner of
his mouth. His gaze lifted to meet hers, his mouth lifted at one side.

“Nash. You can call me Nash.”

He twisted her underwear in one hand, binding her knees tightly
together. Lexi saw him swallow, lick his lips and then he bent and put his
mouth to her. No tentative starting caress, no hesitation at all, he was just
suddenly
there
.

She couldn’t move at all in this position. She couldn’t escape
the thick, firm laps of his tongue, she couldn’t thrust up against his mouth either
as he raised his lips from her to breathe against her softly. And God how she
wanted to thrust against him. The position meant she couldn’t even reach him
with her hands. No, she couldn’t do any of that. The way he held her meant she
was completely at the mercy of his wicked tongue, his sinful mouth.

He licked and sucked against her clit and all she could do
was fist her hands in the covers, clench her eyes closed, throw back her head
and endure the exquisite torture.

He rubbed the thumb of his other hand through her moisture,
beneath his ravaging tongue, spreading her moisture down, down to her—

She moaned when he rimmed her, soft, circular motions
pushing ever so gently against the puckered entrance, all the while he worked
her with his tongue, his mouth making soft, wet suckling noises that were so
hot she thought she might combust on the spot.

She bit her bottom lip. It might prevent her from begging
him, saying something she might regret later.

“
Nash.
”

Or maybe not.

“God…”

She wanted to grasp his head in clenched hands, spread her
legs wide and pull him to her, grind herself against him, force him to tongue
her harder. She wanted to cry out for him to finger her, to fuck her, just do
something,
anything
to apply pressure to her aching clit and fill the
empty torment.

“
Please
…”

Her inner muscles clenched, a futile attempt to draw him in,
to communicate without words what she needed, now, right
now
, to give
her some kind of relief, to make her come because God knew she was close, so
close.

She whimpered when he lifted his head and levered himself
away from her. It was some consolation to see he was breathing harshly, his
face drawn tight, his lips wet from what he’d been doing to her.

He dragged her panties roughly the rest of the way down her
legs, over her boots and tossed them aside. Lexi brought her legs back down to
the bed, her knees still bent. She was shaky, still balanced on the knife edge
of a pleasure that had been almost within her reach, her own breathing choppy.
The ache between her legs now a torrent of sizzling liquid heat.

“Alexis?” His voice was harsh, low, as he expertly sheathed
himself with a condom she had no idea he’d gotten or when.

Oh. My. God.

Her breath lodged in her throat. The sight of his hands
moving down his rigid length was almost enough to send her over. She was wet,
so wet. She pulsed and ached and now the heated flesh between her legs throbbed
in stinging anticipation of being filled by him because he was going to fill
her and how.

She dragged her gaze up to his with an effort. He raised an
eyebrow when she remained silent.

“It—you—you’re, well, you have to know you’re um….
big
.”

He glanced down at himself and shrugged. “Is that a problem?”
His expression hadn’t changed, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes.

She snorted softly. “As if.”

One corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly.

Lexi licked her dry lips as he knelt between her legs on the
bed. Naked, aroused, intent. “And ah, you should probably call me Lexi now. You
know, considering…”

He smiled savagely. “Considering I’ve been inside you? With
my tongue? And I’m about to—”

“Yeah…that.”

Trying to ignore the hammering of her heart, Lexi grasped
the bottom of her top. He might be naked, but she still had everything on.
Well, except the panties.

“No,” he rasped, his hot gaze on the exposed curves of her
breasts as he ran a palm up and down his encased length a couple more times.
“Leave everything on. Just like that.”

He came down on top of her, his weight forcing her back into
the mattress. She sucked in a quick breath as he spread his legs, forcing her
own wide apart to accommodate him.

“Fair warning,” he bit out. “It’s been…awhile.”

Tension etched every line of his hard body, his eyes dark,
his breathing still deep and unsteady. Hesitancy wasn’t something she would’ve associated
with him and she frowned.

“You’re telling me this is going to be quick?”

“Honey, that’s a given.”

It was dumb. He probably called all his women “honey”, yet
she couldn’t help the warmth that zinged through her body. And it was better
than “baby”.

“I’m saying…” A muscle at his temple twitched. “It might not
be up to my usual…standard.”

A chink in his armor? Uncertainty at the very least. Somehow
she didn’t think that happened very often or that he let anyone else see any
type of vulnerability. And it got to her, like nothing else probably could
have.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. God, she couldn’t wait to get
her hands on him, her mouth against his skin and to have his all over her, in
her. “I’m sure it’ll be…fine.”

His mouth tightened. “I’m not after a pity fuck either.”

She took in his broad shoulders, deep chest and those
muscles flexing under his skin every time he moved. Women probably slept with
Nash for a lot of reasons. Well, maybe it boiled down to something pretty basic,
but she was sure “pity” wasn’t one of them.

“Nash. It’ll be fine.”

“See, here’s the thing.” He lifted his head and she had to
swallow at the look in his eyes and at the jerk low in her abdomen because of
it. “Fine aint gonna cut it.”

Oh, boy.

He nudged against her opening at the same time he braced
himself on one arm near her head and leaned down to lick at her nipple, sucking
and flicking at it in a way that made sure she felt the sensation all the way down
to the swollen flesh between her legs. And all the while he rocked his cock
back and forth against her until he began to ease inside.

Lexi arched back and up into him. The slow slide of pressure
set to drive her mad. She whimpered, lifting her legs a little higher, giving
him more room, angling herself to help his entry.

“What’s taking you so long?” she moaned as he moved to her
other breast, his hot mouth engulfing her sensitive nipple and sucking. Hard.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

To hell with that.

She grasped his shoulders, her lower body jerking against
his. God, it seemed impossible, but already she was close, so close and he
wasn’t even all the way in.

His fingers clenched hard into the soft flesh at her hip. “Give
me a minute,” he groaned.

Lexi saw the grimace, knew what it meant. She’d never been
responsible for a guy losing control before and the knowledge that she could now
went to her head in a rush so powerful nothing else mattered.

She flexed her body beneath his, her heart slamming against
her ribs at the flash she saw in his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his
neck, leveraged herself up so that her lips were against his ear. She groaned
softly when she flexed her inner muscles around him and he shuddered.