Free Hot Damn by Regina Carlysle Page A

like for him if he let himself stay? No. Staying in Sweetridge was out of the question.
    He was looking for his home. His ranch. Nash knew a place was out there somewhere just waiting for him so any kind of future for them was out of the question. An ache rose from his chest to clog his throat. Sometimes life wasn’t fair and he knew that better than anyone but there was no law against grabbing happiness when it stood right here in his arms.
    Nash leaned in and settled his cheek to hers. “Come on then,” he breathed. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
    Lust sucker-punched him as impatience coiled through his belly. He’d never been so desperate to get inside a woman. Leading her to the side of the bed, he reached for the hem of her top, pulled it from her body then tossed it aside to expose her breasts.
    They were a temptation no man could resist and he wasn’t about to try. Nash settled his palms at the dip of her waist loving the feel of her pliant, warm flesh beneath his palms. His gaze fixed on her breasts, he stroked upward until filled his hands were filled with them. When he flexed his fingers on the plump mounds, Scarlet whimpered.
    “Gotta taste,” he muttered, bending to take a sweet, pink tip into his mouth to suck. The bud hardened in a flash, pushing against his tongue. Flicking tenderly, he heard the sound of Scarlet’s breathing as it changed, grew labored, and then, he switched to the other breast.
    Her hands swept his back and clutched him to her. Restless fingers began a slow study of his body then dashed up through his hair. She held him closer as if she couldn’t get enough.
    Heat shot liquid fire through his veins and he released her breast with a little pop of sound. Needing her naked, Nash went for the button and zipper on her shorts. The sound of the metal bits releasing sounded loud in the otherwise hushed room and Nash blew out a breath when a single tug sent the shorts downward leaving her wearing only a tiny pink thong.
    Nash stood back and looked his fill. “God, I love these things.” He reached out to slip his thumb into the elastic then dragged the flirty garment from those rounded hips to send it sailing down her legs. When the tiny bit of fluff settled around her ankles, she brazenly kicked it away yet surprised him by covering her breasts with her hands.
    For all her sass, she wasn’t comfortable being naked around a man and that little tidbit of information satisfied some deep primitive urge inside him. Gently removing her hands from her breasts, he sent his gaze down the length of her body. “Don’t hide from me.”
    Tension rose between them as he took in the lush curves of her breasts, her pale torso, the slight mound of her belly, and the shadowy juncture between her thighs. Behind the fly of his jeans, he hardened. Needing to touch, he reached for her, sending one palm over her belly, then lower to stroke her hot center. Scarlet made a small sound of encouragement as he succumbed to his need to touch her sex,  stroke her, part her. Her drenched flesh became his undoing as his hand came away damp with the proof of her desire.
    “This isn’t fair,” she whispered. “Too many clothes.”
    “Let me fix that.” Nash gave her a quick grin then whipped his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. When his fingers found the zipper of his jeans, he looked up at a soft sound and knew he’d never forget the expression on her face. All traces of inhibition were gone as if they’d never existed in the first place.
    Her mouth tilted slightly at one corner, Scarlet moved close and sent her touch over the planes and angles of his body. Nash froze as her fingers teased his flesh and he knew he’d never felt a warmer, sweeter touch. It was enough to bring a lonely man to his knees. She settled her lips over his heart then smiled up at him. “Ah, Nash, what am I gonna do with you, honey? I’ve never taken a man quite this gorgeous to bed before.”
    “Bet you figure it