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

feel
that.”
    He frowned. “No. I mean…”
    Yeah, what did he mean exactly? He began to move, couldn’t
stay still any longer. She whimpered and then groaned, his thick thighs holding
hers wide as he lowered more of his weight against her, pressed his abdomen to
hers and began thrusting in earnest.
    Her eyes flew to his and he watched her. He pulled out and
then thrust back in forcefully. It was a feast for his eyes; a sensory overload
his control could probably have done without. He liked the feel of her under
him, trapped as she was by his body.
    “I don’t usually fuck face-to-face.”
    Where had that come from? Funny, he hadn’t done it any other
way with her.
    She reached up and put her arms around him, sliding her
fingers up and into his hair and then down slowly, over the bunched muscles of
his back to his ass.
    “Yeah,” she breathed. “Not a surprise.”
    She dug her nails into his ass cheeks and he felt the
tightening in his balls, the feathering sensation at the base of his spine and knew
he was close. He angled his hips so that his cock pressed and rubbed against
her clit hard with each thrust.
    “Lexi…” No way was he ever coming without her again. Not a
fucking option. “What else can I do to make it better for you?”
    “My nipples…lick… oh .”
    God, she still had the bikini top on. He pushed aside a
triangle of fabric and flicked at a stiff peak with his tongue in a fast, even
rhythm timed to his thrusts and she groaned, deep and rough. And then her
breath caught. She stiffened. Her nails dug into his back and she arched into
him. Oh yeah, fuck yeah, he’d found one of her hot buttons.
    He groaned, clutched at her hips and plunged into her, once,
twice, before he exploded. The force of it was so great he was deaf and blind
to everything around him, everything except the feel of her under him, around
him, and pleasure so intense he felt it zip through every nerve ending he had.
    When he managed to open eyes he’d screwed shut, it took a
moment for him to regain the ability to focus.
    Jesus.
    “Lexi…” he breathed, his voice thick, raw. “That was fucking
incredible. Or incredible fucking, however you want to look at it.”
    The bad news was he’d been so far gone an enemy could have
snuck up behind him and driven a knife straight into his heart and he wouldn’t
have cared. The good news? Her expression told him she was just as shell-shocked
as he was and satisfaction hummed through him. This time he’d made it count in
every way that mattered. And then some.
     
    No way.
    Lexi could have sworn Nash wouldn’t have been able to wring
another orgasm out of her, not so soon. Or if he could, it would have been a
baby one. Wrong. Oh God, she’d been so wrong. Maybe it was because this time
he’d been buried inside her—thick and deep—because her hands were still shaking
from the force of pure sensation that had lit up her entire body.
    She let out a rough breath as he leveraged himself away from
her and made to get up off the bed.
    “Stay,” she murmured.
    He froze for a split second and then looked down at her, an
eyebrow raised.
    “I mean…”
    God, she’d blurted out the word before she even knew she was
going to, before she’d had a chance to think. “You can stay here. Tonight. With
me. You know…if you want.”
    Jeez. What was it about this guy that could make her a
blubbering idiot? He stood in a fluid move, all smooth skin and flexing muscles
and male nakedness and her mouth went dry. Oh yeah. That’s why.
    He looked at her for a heartbeat, two and all of a sudden
she couldn’t breathe.
    “Mind if I crash in your spare room?”
    Lexi stiffened, she couldn’t help it and with the way he
watched her, she knew he saw her reaction before she’d even thought to hide it.
    He scrubbed his hand over his face. “Look, I…dream, okay?”
    “Don’t we all?” She tried to sound light, shrug it off, but
she could see the shadows in his eyes, dark and