Free Pin Down (Men out of Uniform Book 1) by Kaily Hart

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advantage, leaving him vulnerable, putting himself out there. Duh. Besides, no
one else had ever zeroed in on his likes and wants like that, had probably never
been interested enough to. He’d never kept any woman around long enough for
that anyway.
    “Yeah, okay, I do love it. Know what I love more? When a
woman pays attention to my balls with her mouth while she jerks me off at the
same time.”
    There. He’d said it, but damn . He’d just given her
enough to drive him totally and completely out of his ever-loving mind. As if
he wasn’t already there.
    He ground his back teeth together as she bit her lip, considered
what he’d said. She smiled, slow and sexy, and he knew he was in trouble, big-ass
trouble. He’d never had anyone want to do something for him just because he
specifically got off on it. Never.
    And then her mouth was hot against his sensitive skin, her
tongue flicking against him, her mouth closing around him, sucking, hot and
gentle. He jerked, groaned and threw his head back when she began to stroke him
at the same time in a hard, even rhythm.
    Oh man.
    Nash stood it for as long as he could, until he knew one
more stroke, one more lick, one more suck and he’d be a goner.
    “Lexi. Enough, ” he grated, his voice rough. He put an
unsteady hand over hers on his dick when she would have ignored him. “The next
time either of us comes? We come together. Condom. Now .”
    Smooth, real smooth. So much for all his talk about how it
was going to play out when they got up here, his plans to have her wild for
him, all the things he was going to do to her . Right this minute it was
all he could do to get enough air into his lungs, because if she didn’t have a rubber?
He was so screwed.
    She sat back, tilted her head to the side and frowned. “You
don’t have one?”
    Aw fuck.
    “No. I came here for you, remember? I had no intention of
getting laid, so…”
    She reached across him to her bedside table and grabbed the
small square from the drawer. So there was a God. He grabbed the rubber from
her as she went to open it and said a silent prayer of thanks. As much as he
wanted her to put it on him, yeah…no way. Not this time.
    He ripped open the packet with his teeth, rolled it on with
a couple of quick movements and pulled her down and over him, rolling her on to
her back.
    She was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes dark. Aroused,
she looked aroused. He grunted with satisfaction at the realization that she’d
liked what she’d been doing to him. A lot.
    She still had on the bikini so he did what he’d been wanting
to do since he first saw her in it. He pulled at the ties at first one hip and
then the other and did his best to ignore the tattoo.
    So she’d tattooed another man’s name on her body. It must
have been serious. Lexi must have had feelings for the guy, strong feelings. He
must have been something special to her. Right? Man. He was jealous of some
faceless dude from her past. He knew there’d been other guys, why wouldn’t
there be, so why did the tangible evidence of it burn in his gut and why did he
even care? He shouldn’t. Except he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Another
man’s name permanently on her body, a body that right this moment he wanted all
to his fucking self.
    He pushed the fabric aside, slid his hand between her legs
and was rewarded with a gasp and a jerk of her body.
    Soft. Hot. Soaked.
    The jolt that rocked him was a full-body slam. All the sex
he’d had, all the women he’d been with and he’d never known. The greatest turn
on of all might just be the realization that someone else had gotten off on
driving him out of his mind with pleasure.
    He came down on top of her, nudged her legs wide with his
own and sank into her in one smooth, easy thrust. Nash closed his eyes at the
sensation, stilled, tried to draw in a deep breath. Christ, and he was
trembling.
    “You feel that?” he forced out.
    She flexed her hips and they both gasped. “Oh yeah, I