Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“McDreamy or McSteamy?”
That’s what he wanted to know? Stifling her disappointment, she snorted. “Neither. Give me Cristina and Owen any day.”
“Really? I pegged you for a Meredith and Derek fan.”
“Too obvious. Cristina and Owen had that fiery passion, that delicious tension.” She glanced up at him through her lashes. “You know what I mean.”
Nash grinned. “I do.”
They lapsed into a charged silence. Haisley ached to ask him what they were, to put a label on this incredible thing between them. But the words stuck in her throat.
He tried again. “What about Carrie and Mr. Big?”
She forced a laugh. “God, no. That whole relationship was a toxic mess.”
“True.” He toyed with a strand of her hair. “But they had chemistry. Their connection was undeniable, even when they were apart. You know?”
Haisley’s breath caught. Was he hinting at something? Or was she just projecting her own hopes onto his meaning? “When you put it like that…your argument has merit. How do you know about all these fictional couples? Have you actually watched Grey’s Anatomy and Sex and the City?”
“Not much, but you know I have three sisters who love both shows. On long plane rides to my next hotspot, I sometimes sneak in a few episodes so we’ll have something to talk about.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lying. You like those shows.”
“I plead the fifth on Grey’s. And Carrie is too self-absorbed and self-sabotaging for me to take Sex and the City seriously. Miranda annoys me. Charlotte is vapid and—”
“Of course you prefer Samantha. It figures you’d identify with the one whose motto is nail everyone hot and move on.”
“At least she’s honest. But I like her more because she’s driven and fearless. Like someone else I know.” He tapped her nose. “But if you think I’ve been nailing anyone and moving on these days, you haven’t been paying attention.”
Was he saying he hadn’t been with anyone else lately? Haisley hadn’t been since their first time together, but she’d never asked what or who else he did. She’d been too afraid of the truth, and neither of them had ever breathed a word about exclusivity. “Oh?”
“Don’t look shocked. I’m way too into your body to mess with anyone else these days.” He dropped a lingering kiss on her lips. “Want me to show you again?”
“Please,” she breathed. “Sir.”
“Oh, there are your good manners. I’ll definitely reward those…” He rolled to his side, propping his head on his palm while trailing his free hand between her breasts, over her stomach, then down, down, down between her legs where she was already aching again. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
Instantly, she complied, moaning when he circled her hardening clit lazily.
“Hmm.” He nuzzled her neck. “You want me to make you beg before I make you feel good?”
Her breath hitched. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
He licked his way up her throat to nibble on her lips. “Then tell me your favorite TV couple. What’s the perfect romance to you? Ross and Rachel?”
Haisley shook her head, already fighting to string her thoughts together as he cranked up her need. “No. Too neurotic and indecisive. Too unable to get it together. Too…oh, that feels so good.”
Nash laughed and brushed his lips over hers before leaning in to suck her nipple with long, strong pulls. She gripped the sheets and closed her eyes. God, he knew how to undo her so easily, and she loved it almost as much as she loved him.
He popped her hard tip from his mouth, then dragged his knuckles across it before cupping her breast and squeezing.
“Ouch.” She jerked involuntarily.
“Sorry.” Nash shifted his squeezing into a caress. “Too rough?”
“It’s one of those you-don’t-know-your-own-strength moments.”
“I get excited, baby. You get me excited. Every minute I’m with you.” He kissed her until she lost her breath and her brain threatened to melt.
Did he mean that as romantically as it sounded? “Nash…”
“Baby…” he crooned back, then rubbed her needy clit again in slow, torturous circles. “C’mon. Give it to me.”
“You want me to come?”
He scoffed. “We’re nowhere near ready for that.”
Not true. She was, but… “Then—”
“Tell me your favorite TV couple.”
“Jim and Pam,” she gasped out. As far as Haisley was concerned, this duo from The Office were who every couple aspired to be. Friends before lovers. Funny, lots in common, considerate of each other, patient. Most especially, she loved that they’d finally overcome the bad timing, their awkwardness and shyness, and declared their love for each other openly, honestly, and without fear.
But she didn’t ever see that being her and Nash.
“The ultimate will-they-or-won’t-they couple?”
“That’s one way to look at it. All those longing looks, that slow burn…” Haisley wriggled and tried to focus on the conversation. Something in her brain told her this might be important, but his fingers and the dark weight of his stare was driving her wild. “It’s romantic.”