Easy This Time by Croix JH & Press Lady Boss & Croix JH

Author:Croix, JH & Press, Lady Boss & Croix, JH
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-64818-006-4
Publisher: Lady Boss Press, Inc.
Published: 2020-04-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Mari

Nash’s palm slid down my back to rest at the dip of my waist. His tongue stroked against mine, and I gasped into our kiss. Nash was beyond tempting. With his muscled body right there for the taking, I let one hand map his chest while I slid the other up and gripped the corded muscles of his back. I wanted to climb him like he was my personal tree.

Oh my God, the man could kiss. His lips molded to mine as he set out to drive me to madness with nothing more than his mouth. Our kiss was a heated mix of hot, wet, and deep as his tongue teased mine. He pulled back and nipped at my bottom lip. He dusted kisses along my jaw before finding his way back to my mouth again.

He slipped his thigh between my knees, and I became achingly aware of the slick desire at my core. I was out of my mind with need and melting like butter by the time he lifted his head.

Out of nowhere, I heard the sound of voices. “I could’ve sworn I saw Nash driving down here.”

A man’s voice carried to us. I jumped away from Nash. “Who’s that?” I whispered frantically.

Nash’s low chuckle sent goosebumps chasing over my skin. “Sounds like my parents came for a walk. They must’ve seen me drive past their house. Don’t worry.”

If I weren’t already flustered enough from Nash’s dreamy kiss, the unexpected appearance of his parents only added to it. He slid his arm around my waist, his hand coming to rest just above the curve of my hip.

Although my body delighted in his closeness, and I savored his steady presence, I didn’t want to create the wrong impression. “Nash!” I whispered frantically.

His hazel eyes angled to mine, and he arched a brow in a silent question.

“It’s your parents! They’re going to think we’re together or something.”

There was no further chance to discuss that issue because they stepped through the trees. Nash’s father was an older, weathered version of him. His hair was the same dark blond, but it was flecked with silver rather than gold. His eyes crinkled at the corners with a warm smile as they approached us. He moved with a similar natural grace, albeit slower and with a slight limp.

Nash’s mother, simply put, was lovely. She smiled warmly between us. “Well, hey, Nash,” she drawled, her accent soft.

The rounded vowels of her words soothed me, although my heart was pounding along rapidly in my chest. Her hair was white and cut short, curling softly around her ears. Her dark brown eyes were curious as she looked me over from head to toe. She had a slender build and gave off a librarian vibe with her glasses.

“Hey, Mom, Dad,” Nash said, entirely at ease. “This is my friend, Mari Channing.” He still had his arm around my waist, and I felt a subtle squeeze from where his palm rested there. “Mari, this is my mother, Sandra, and my father, Nash.

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