Pin Down (Men out of Uniform Book 1) (5 page)

“Lexi,” he growled. “Give me a goddamn minute here. All I
need is a minute.”

She had him, she so had him and the sound of her name in his
deep, gravelly voice cinched it. “Fuck me, Nash,” she whispered to him. “Come
on, fuck me with that big cock of yours. I want it, I need it, please I—”

“Aw,
fuck
.”

She gasped as his body slammed into and against hers, finally,
all the way in, the full weight of him coming down on her, completely
dominating her, keeping her immobile for his deep, pounding, mind-destroying
thrusts. She dug her nails into his massive shoulders as his body jerked and
convulsed against hers. Endlessly, over and over until all she could do was
hold on to him and glory in her ability to drive a man like him to intense and
all-encompassing pleasure.

His breath sawed in and out of his body, his heart beat a
fierce tattoo against her chest. “Jesus, are you happy?” he rasped against her
neck, his voice raw, hoarse.

Yeah, pretty much.

Lexi smiled, knowing he couldn’t see her face. She’d driven
Mr. Hot Bod crazy, out of his head for her, pushed him to lose it.
Her.
Who would have thought? Damn though. His movements inside her could have sent
her over if they’d just lasted a few seconds more.

He pulled back to stare down at her. He should have looked pleased,
he should have appeared satisfied. He didn’t. Actually, he wore furious really
well. “Why the
hell
would you do that?”

Because I could?

“
Fuck.
I can’t be positive, but I’m pretty sure you
didn’t come, so—”

“It’s okay.” She cleared her throat. He still felt hard
inside her. Big and hard and thick and yeah…she was still revved and ready to
go. More than. “You can make it up to me. Next time.”

“Next time?” He lifted his body from hers, disengaging from
her in an abrupt move that had her gasping. The tender flesh still hot and
aroused and…God, just plain aroused. “
Next time?
Jesus, I’m not some
twenty-year-old stud who’s going to be ready to go at it again in ten minutes.”

Lexi winced at the slam of the bathroom door. She sat up and
pulled her top back into some order so that at least she was covered. Those
were
not
tears she felt prick at the corner of her eyes, sting the back
of her throat. They weren’t. Were they?

Perhaps she shouldn’t have goaded him, perhaps she shouldn’t
have pushed him when he’d needed so badly. Yeah, she’d provoked him, knew what
the result would be and had gone with it anyway but— God, maybe she should have
left well enough alone.

Lexi jumped when Nash stormed back into the room. “You
shouldn’t have done that,” he grated.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist and what the guy did
for a towel should be illegal. The dark scowl she could have done without.

Lexi cleared her throat. “I said it was fine. I—”

“
No.
It’s not fine.” He scrubbed a hand over his
face. “I could have hurt you.”

“No way.”

Nash would have agreed under normal circumstances, but everything
and anything concerning this woman was far from normal. He’d been so far gone for
those few seconds he’d been completely unaware, uncaring of his surroundings.
He’d been vulnerable, that was the bottom line and that was unacceptable. In
fact, it scared the hell out of him like not many things could these days. Just
like his reaction to her from the very start.

He had strong sexual urges. He always had. There was a
hunger that was never far from the surface and he knew to control it, had
learned how to keep his needs tightly leashed. He didn’t mess around when it
came to sex. He took what he wanted, what he needed, as quickly as possible.
His ego made sure he took care of the woman first. Always fast, but
first
.

Jesus.

He swallowed at the memory of how her body had felt under
his, around his, and his balls tightened in a sizzling rush. God, she’d been
tight and hot and man, he could kick himself for what had gone down. He’d
wanted her under him, had wanted to be deep inside her when she came the first
time, to feel her body clutch at him. He’d wanted to watch her, to see her
close her eyes in pleasure, to hear her come, not be so far out of it himself that
he’d had no clue if she’d even been close. He’d underestimated her affect on
him and overestimated his control. A lack of judgment, plain and simple.

Dammit.

He’d gritted his teeth and willed himself not to come. He’d
willed himself to think about something,
anything
to take his mind off
the hot, wet clasp of her body. She’d whimpered in his ear, flexed her muscles
around him and whispered that dirty talk and he’d been gone.

Fuck it.

She had a hot body and was responsive as hell. The first was
usually a prerequisite for him, the latter an added and unexpected bonus. None
of that explained what the fuck had just happened. Her reaction to him had been
honest and open and so hot he’d shaken with the need to be inside her. And if
he was honest? He still was. And he couldn’t say when he’d met someone who
could make him smile as much as she could. Or get him as hot because of it. Not
that he thought she was trying to. She was just being herself and yeah, he’d
been as intrigued as hell even before he’d touched her.

He hadn’t counted on losing control like that, on her being
able
to make him lose control like that. And that was the rub. No one had ever been
able to do that before.

“You have to leave,” he ground out.

“
What?
”

Yeah, his dick wasn’t happy with the reality of the situation
either.

Too fucking bad.

“You can’t stay.”

He knew he was being a jerk—more than—but he’d brought her
into his own space and he never did that.
Never.
Christ, he hadn’t
intended to fuck her either. At least until she’d touched him and then he’d
been a goner.

He tried to stem his reaction when she stood and smoothed down
her skirt. Her top already covered her gorgeous breasts and despite what he’d
told her, his dick twitched in an age-old show of appreciation. And hope.

She sent him a look he didn’t want to think too closely
about as she plucked her underwear from the floor and stuffed them in her
pocket. God, the panties were the only article of clothing he’d taken off her.
He hadn’t even seen her all the way naked.

She took a deep breath when she got to the door before she
looked back at him. She cocked her head to the side in a gesture he’d already come
to recognize as pure Lexi.

“Your walk totally lied by the way.”

Her voice was flat and he frowned. “What?”

“The walk, the way you strut around. It’s advertising
something you obviously can’t deliver. I guess you figure you’ll never see me
again, so why put yourself out, right?”

It was a low blow, but she was more than entitled. He felt
the flare of color on his cheeks. God, he was blushing? He would have bet his
life that was impossible. “I warned you,” he choked out. “I told you—”

“Yeah. Guess you did.”

Nash ground his teeth together as she swung the door wide
and disappeared through it. He was braced for the slam, for the show of anger
and displeasure, but she closed it carefully, almost quietly.

He scrubbed his hand across his face. A slam would have made
him feel a hell of a lot better. He would have understood a slam for one. That
exit? He had no clue.

He exhaled a rough breath. He’d watched her dance. Just like
every other red-blooded guy in that bar as she’d moved her body and that sweet
ass of hers to the beat of the music. Man, to think he’d had that body under
his and hadn’t gotten a chance to see what moves she had. No, he’d totally
blown it and what did that make him? A fucking moron, that’s what.

He rubbed a hand across his abdomen, at the burning ache
that had settled there—a twinge of something he couldn’t name. It was late.
He’d just sent a woman out into the night, alone, one that might be slightly—okay
make that a
lot
—pissed.

His stomach clenched when he heard an unfamiliar low cheep,
saw what poked out from under the edge of the bed.

Aw, fuck.

He’d let a woman leave, he’d let
Lexi
leave—
alone
—in
the dead of night in a not so great part of town. And she didn’t even have her
phone with her. As well as being a moron he was also a prize asshole.

The last thing Lexi expected when she opened her door was to
be face-to-face with the very thing that had caused her to toss and turn all
night, her body hot and hungry, unsatisfied, even from the relief she’d finally
had to give in to. Not that it had helped much. Her body had known it was a
piss-poor substitute. Unfortunately, she knew
exactly
how he’d felt
inside her, his big body dominating hers, his rough hands holding her,
pleasuring her and oh God, his tongue—

She drew in a deep breath and fought like hell to keep her
eyes all the way open and focused when the flesh between her legs heated,
clenched and melted as his dark gaze met hers. It had happened each and every
time she’d thought of him throughout the day as well and she was so over it by
now. Jeez, Pavlov anyone?

Nash was wearing similar clothes to what he’d had on at the
airport—beaten up cargoes and a t-shirt that clung to his large frame. Damn,
but she really hadn’t had enough time to appreciate those muscles. Not the way
she would have liked—with both hands and an open mouth. Yeah, too bad. That
part was a real bummer.

Nash cleared his throat when she didn’t say anything, his
gaze never leaving hers as he held out her phone. “You left this last night.”

Shit.

Her stomach clenched in a sharp, cold jab. She hadn’t even
realized the stupid thing was missing. God, she’d gone all day without giving
it a single thought. How could she have done that? She’d lived with the
constant dread for months, day after day. For a few precious hours she’d
forgotten, completely and totally. Incredible.

Lexi stared at the phone, hating the thought of even
touching it. “How did you—”

“Your license plate. Just managed to get it last night as
you tore out of the lot.”

Right. The big exit. Lexi frowned. “And how did you get my
address?”

“Don’t ask. Here.” He motioned with the phone again.

The air locked tight in her throat as she took it from him,
careful not to touch him. She so didn’t need that tactile stimulation right now.

“Thanks. You’re a real gem,” she drawled as she made to
close the door. Was he serious? He made everything sound so normal, so
ordinary, so…benign, as if he hadn’t—

He grabbed the door so quick and hard that she felt the
impact of the sudden stop all the way up her arms. Her gaze shot to his. His
eyes were dark and intense and still fixed on her, yet she couldn’t tell a
thing from his expression. She shivered. To think she’d been under that big
body, almost pleasured beyond belief by that big body. Pity the “almost” made
all the difference.

“Ask me in,” he urged.

She snorted. “Go fuck yourself.”

“You have every right to be angry.” His voice was quiet,
low.

“You think?” She jerked at the door. It didn’t budge. At
all.

“Lexi…I’m an asshole. A jerk. Everything you’ve probably
called me and more.”

“Yeah. So?”

“So I want another shot.”

She frowned. “Shot?”

“Chance. I want another chance with you.”

“Another chance?” She was staring, she knew she was. “Are
you serious?” Maybe insane? On drugs? Possessed by aliens? “You’ve got to be
kidding me.”

“I fucked up. Big time.” His mouth tightened. “That doesn’t
happen very often. At least—things usually go the way I want them and last night
was not the way I wanted it to play out.”

Ah, so he hadn’t liked the lack of control. Figured. Or
maybe his ego really was that big.

“Bummer. For you.” She tried to close the door again. Still
not budging. “Let go.”

“Please. Give me another chance and I’ll show you I—”

“Wait.” She held up a hand. “Let me get this straight. You
want me to let you do me again just so that you can make up for the fact that
you left me hanging? Out of the goodness of your heart? Because you feel bad?”
She laughed. “Yeah, I can see how altruistic that offer is. Don’t tell me there
are chicks out there who really fall for that one?”

His jaw clenched, dark eyes flashed. “Look, I won’t get off.
It’s all you, whatever you want, however you want it, for as long as you can
stand it. All you.”

Jeez, arrogant much?

Yeah, but the thing was, his brand of confidence probably
wasn’t misplaced. Despite how the night had ended, he’d gone down on her with a
skill that could only have been honed over time and with a hell of a lot of
practice. He may be rude and conceited but for some reason he still made her
hot—plain and simple—and he’d left her wanting in a way she wouldn’t be able to
get out of her mind for a long time. Maybe ever.

“That’s some ego you have there,” she choked out.

He sighed. “I didn’t—I shouldn’t have— Damn, I acted like an
asshole afterwards and I’m—sorry. It was unforgivable. Let me make it up to
you.”

Huh. She wouldn’t have seen that coming, not in a million
years.

“Yeah, well…” Lexi cleared her throat, shrugged. “I…took
care of the situation so…”

Except that taking things into her own hands had barely
scratched the surface of the itch she’d had for him. No matter how many times
she brought herself relief—and to be sure she’d tested the limits of her battery
life trying—it didn’t make the need go away. Now that need was roaring to wet, hot,
stinging life.

He frowned. “You went to someone else?”

He hated the thought of it. She could see that. She doubted
sex with another flesh-and-blood guy would have helped any either. No. It had
been him, all him and damn but he’d probably be her favored go-to reel when she
needed to get herself off from now on. Probably would be for a long time to
come.

“I don’t necessarily need a guy for that.”

The right side of his mouth lifted, his eyes heated and just
like that her heartbeat kicked into high gear. Ah…now the thought of
that
turned him on. Lexi shook her head.
Men.

“Look. Nash, seriously I—”

“A kiss. Give me one kiss and then if you want to tell me to
go to hell, so be it. You’ll never see me again. I swear.”

A shaft of something went through her at the thought. It
couldn’t be regret, right? And besides, what could a kiss hurt? Although when
she remembered the kind of kissing he liked…

He took a step forward and she swallowed back a gasp when he
pushed the door wide with the sheer size of his shoulders. The curl in her
stomach burned a path all the way down and arrowed right between her legs until
there was nothing but a stinging ache. His gaze tracked across her face, lingered
on her mouth and went lower. Her breath froze, everything in her went still when
he curled a warm hand around the back of her neck and eased her forward until
her body brushed against his, lightly but enough to have heat scorch through
her.

Oh, man.

He’d just had a shower and recently. She could smell his
soap and something that underscored it that she’d forever associate with “hot
guy” and this hot guy in particular.

She focused on trying to breathe when he lowered his head,
but instead of her lips, he went for the sensitive cord of her neck in an
open-mouthed kiss. She was pretty sure she moaned when she felt his teeth scrape
against her skin gently, his hot tongue as he licked up to the sensitive place
behind her ear, the warmth of his breath when he tugged on her earlobe. His
movements were slow, unhurried and oh so thorough. Yeah, maybe she moaned
through all of it.

This was a kiss?

Lexi loved what this guy did with his kisses.

She shivered each time the rough stubble on his cheek rasped
under her jaw because she knew for a fact what it felt like on the inside of her
thighs. She arched her neck to give him better access before she could second-guess
herself. This time she was sure she moaned when he repeated the move again and
then again until the roaring in her ears was so loud she couldn’t tell if she
was making a sound or not. If they hadn’t been standing she probably would have
climbed on to him by now, humping any part of him she could reach, anything to
find some relief.

“So…” he rasped, his breath hot against the shell of her
ear. “The verdict?”

Lexi was drenched between her legs, a weeping, aching,
stinging hot mess and it was all she could do not to whimper when he pulled
back.

She dragged her eyes open. This close she could see every
whisker, every eyelash and the lighter flecks in his dark-brown eyes, eyes that
blazed down at her.

So she was turned on. Probably a lot more than merely that,
but did she really want to go there again? Was she really that dumb? She knew
what her body wanted, what it was screaming for, but still— She took a deep breath
and looked down at the hard-on he was making no attempt to hide. Not that he
could.

“Um…you…”

“I’m not here for me, Lexi. I’m sorry about last night. Really.
I’m here to make up to you for what happened, for what I did, the only way I
know how.”

Oh God she couldn’t possibly. Could she?

“Let me,” he breathed, his eyes molten heat, full of
promise—hot, dirty promise. “Let me take care of you.”

Oh God she couldn’t.

“I’ll make you come. I guarantee it,” he whispered, his
voice guttural. “As many times as you want, as many times as you need, any way
you want.”

“Um…” She glanced out on to the street. “We—we should probably
go inside.”

Oh God. She could.

Nash felt everything in him still when her damn phone beeped.
Again. He bit back the frustration with an effort. That was some fucked up
timing right there.

“Boyfriend tracking you down?” he forced out.

Would last night have even happened if she had a boyfriend? Would
he be here, inside her townhouse, about to do his best to worship that hot body
of hers if there was another guy in the picture?

Damn. For some reason the possibility didn’t sit well with
him. Of all the women he’d been with, fucked, he’d never once given a thought
to that. Yeah. Until now.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she muttered, her eyes glued to
her phone. Her teeth dug into her lower lip and he couldn’t miss the frown.

Was it his imagination or did she suddenly pale? He sure as
hell registered the tension in every line of her body that hadn’t been there a
second ago.

“Trouble?”

She looked up. He braced for a quick comeback, already conditioned
to expect a smart-mouthed comment but she just looked dazed, unsettled. And for
some reason that made him uneasy as hell.

She shook her head, took a deep breath and threw the phone over
on to the sofa.

“So…we gonna get this show on the road or what?”

Nash frowned at the flatness of her voice. She’d gone from soft
and willing to not, in three seconds flat. Every instinct he had, honed over
years of close call after close call, went on full alert.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Peachy.”

He glanced around the small living room. It was colorful and
mismatched, no particular style, kind of eclectic. Not that he knew anything
about stuff like that. His eyes locked on to the sway of her hips as she walked
past him, down a short hall and into another room. She had on a pair of those stretchy
workout pants that clung and molded to her ass in a way that had his breath hitching,
his hands trembling.

He followed her into the small bedroom. He didn’t particularly
need the bedroom, or a bed for that matter, not for what he had in mind, but
the thought of having her under him again on a soft, comfortable surface
appealed more than usual. And all at once he was fiercely glad for the big-ass bed
she hadn’t bothered to make today.

Still, the prickling sensation was there at the back of his
neck.

“What’s wrong, Lexi?”

“Nothing.”

“Sure?”

“Yep.”

Right. Not a subject up for discussion, at least not with
him. Got it.

She turned to him, fixed him with a stare full of challenge
and lifted her chin. “Make me forget, Nash.”

He frowned. “Forget what?”

There was a moment’s hesitation before she answered. “Why,
what an arrogant jerk you were. Remember?”

Somehow he didn’t think that had been what she’d intended to
say, but whatever.

He looked her slowly up and down, letting his eyes linger on
all the right places. She had on another brief tank top. No bra. He’d wasted
his last opportunity. This time? He was going to see every inch of her.

“Take the top off.” The words were deep and guttural and
nothing less than a command.

He was pushing his luck for sure, but he cocked an eyebrow
when all she did was grab the bottom of the top and peel it up and off—slow and
smooth.

He swallowed against the heat low in his gut and the instant
blood loss from his brain. His memory was nowhere near as good as he’d thought.

“The pants,” he managed.

She smiled a half smile, hooked her thumbs in the waist band
and eased them down, taking her panties with them.

And then she was naked, completely fucking naked. And
beautiful. And man, all the way
naked
.

Nash curled his hands into fists. There was a ball of
tension in his gut at the task he’d set himself. Not because he didn’t think he
could do it, but because he didn’t want to screw up with her. Again. No way.

And that’s when reality hit him—he cared what she thought of
him. A lot. It shouldn’t have mattered, never had before. He could have dropped
the phone off, apologized and been on his way. He could have just stuffed it in
her mailbox. Hell, he could have posted it to her. Right?

But no. He wanted to impress the hell out of her, he wanted
her mad with lust for him, and if he was honest with himself? He wanted to make
her smart mouth beg him. Beg him for release, for pleasure, from him and only
him. And he’d be happy to give her whatever she needed, however she wanted it.
Hell, he was looking forward to it like he’d never anticipated anything else in
his life. Even the no getting off part. He’d be totally focused on her,
singularly centered on her pleasure and he could barely wait to get started.