Pin Down (Men out of Uniform Book 1) (6 page)

He knelt at her feet, smiling savagely to himself when her
eyes went wide. He skimmed his hands up the back of her thighs, caressing the
smooth curves of her ass as he eased her forward and right on to his mouth.

“Nash,” she gasped.

Oh yeah.

She smelled incredible. Hot, wet, aroused. He opened his
mouth, lapped at her with his tongue and groaned when she grasped his head and shifted
her legs slightly so that he had better access. Her fingers threaded into his
hair, clutched tight and he went at her in earnest, licking her in long, deep,
firm licks, or as much as he could reach, flicking her clit with his tongue,
kneading the cheeks of her ass to keep her firmly against him.

“Oh God, Nash…”

“You like?” he murmured against her.

“Are you kidding? I—I need to lie down though, please…”

He gave one last soft suck against her and surged to his
feet, grasping her ass and lifting her high against him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her startled gaze flew
to his. Yeah, he could see how much she’d liked it. Her cheeks were flushed,
her eyes dark, her lips red and parted as she drew in some quick breaths. Almost
as if she couldn’t help it she rubbed herself against the fly of his pants and her
eyes flickered.

Oh, fuck yeah.

But she wouldn’t be sending herself over. She’d come because
he made it happen. In his own good time. When he decided she’d had enough. To
make it count. To make it up to her.

Nash eased her back on the bed, making sure the move was
gentle, fluid. He looked his fill of her gorgeous tits, teasing himself with
all the ways he was going to touch them, licking, flicking, maybe biting. And
her stomach, between her legs. Yeah, maybe he’d start there—again—and then he
froze.

“Who’s…” He leaned forward, tilted his head to the side.
“Danny.”

Lexi sighed. Did he have to be so predictable? It was small,
discreet, but every guy she’d ever been with had eventually got around to
asking that same question. For some reason she thought Nash might have been
different.

He looked up at her when she didn’t say anything. “You
tattooed a guy’s name on your ass.”

She rolled her eyes. “Brilliant, Sherlock. No. I paid
someone else to do it. And it’s not on my ass. It’s on my hip.”

“And?”

She sighed. “It’s ancient history.”

He whistled, low and soft. “Just have to wonder about your
judgment.”

“Yeah? Well my judgment’s been known to suck. I’m here with
you, aren’t I?”

He winced. Well, he’d asked for that one.

She went to get up, but he held her. Lexi was strong, a lot
stronger than she looked, but she couldn’t move an inch beneath the heavy
weight of his body. Not without struggling and looking like an idiot and she’d already
had her share of that with him.

“We’re done here,” she huffed out, blowing a strand of hair
away from her eyes.

He smiled. Yeah, she didn’t sound convincing to herself
either. “I don’t think so. Prickly and fiery. It’s an interesting combination.”

“Is that just another way of saying bitchy?”

“Nah. I’m thinking you’re just horny and frustrated, but I’m
going to fix that. Right now.”

Lexi closed her eyes against the sensations that shot through
her when he shifted his weight, eased down her body, bent his head and put his
mouth against her. No hesitation, no easing her into it, no soft, slow buildup.

Oh God.

She arched her back and tried to keep the moan from tearing
out of her as he sucked at her clit, then licked at her hard with the flat of
his tongue. The blood roared in her ears.

“Damn, I love to go down on you,” he murmured. “I think I’m
addicted to those sounds you make, the way your breath catches in the back of
your throat when I do this.”

He flicked at her with his tongue again, over and over. She
tried to get a breath, couldn’t, and instead screwed her eyes shut and hung on
for the ride. Her hands fisted in the bed covers when he angled his head and
his rough jaw scarped against flesh so sensitive she trembled at the contact. She
gasped. Her body stiffened.

“Fuck yeah, Lexi.”

Her hips jerked. Once. Twice. And then sensation exploded in
bright light behind her eyelids, a shaft of pleasure so intense it was almost
pain between her legs. Her head went back, her body shook.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t do that for you last night.”

The words were low, thick and she barely heard them. She tried
to control her breathing—to some level of normal anyway—and failed.

“Again,” he demanded.

“Nash…” But already he’d slid two thick fingers inside her.
God, how she ached to be filled, fucked, but properly.

His tongue—merciless, unrelenting—flicked at her swollen
clit again as he fingered her in a maddening rhythm. She grasped for his
shoulders, couldn’t quite reach, dug her fingers into his scalp instead and did
the only thing she could—she rocked her hips against the assault, moaning his
name over and over until the pleasure became so intense she exploded, again,
just like he’d demanded.

Lexi fought for breath, aware on some distant level that
Nash had already made a move to get up from the bed. He’d done good, so good,
but she still ached. For him. And if the huge bulge in the front of his pants
was anything to go on, so did he.

“Nash,
now
.”

“Ah…no.”

“Nash, please…I want you. Inside me. Now.”

“No.”

“Nash…God, I’ll beg.”

He closed his eyes, groaned. “You have no idea how much I
want to, how much I’d love to hear that, but… It won’t matter. I gave you my
word.”

She pushed herself up on one elbow and frowned. “And you did
what you said. Perfectly. Expertly.
Twice.
There’s no way you can feel
as good as I remember.”

One half of his mouth lifted in a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Lexi. You have no idea how
much.” Regret tinged every word, every syllable, so strong, so resounding it
was almost tangible as he sat on the edge of the bed and turned away from her.
“I gave you my word, and to me? That’s everything.”

Lexi touched one hunched shoulder, keeping the contact soft,
gentle. He was shaking, fine trembles he couldn’t hope to hide.

Huh.

“Just—just give me some space, okay?” he ground out. “I may
be a man of my word, but I’m just a man. And right now I need to cool the fuck
down.” The words were forced out, low and rough and guttural.

“Why don’t we ah…swim?”

“Swim?”

“There’s a huge common pool here in the complex.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

Oh, man. Lexi took in the width of his shoulders, the play
of muscles under his skin, his lean waist. And that was a problem, how?

“Well, I wouldn’t be complaining if you wanted to skinny-dip
but I can’t speak for all the residents.”

Actually, she probably could, the female ones anyway.

“I have a bag of stuff in the car with some work out gear.”
His head turned then, gaze locked with hers, hot and dark. “Laps might be a
good idea. A few hundred should do it.”

*****

Lexi watched Nash swim back and forth with powerful strokes,
his body cutting cleanly through the water—fast, even, economical. God, it was
like watching a machine in action as he ate up lap after lap. She was tired
just watching him even though the only exercise she’d had was moving her
lounger so that she could soak up some of the warming sun.

When he was done, he leveraged himself up on the side in a
single powerful move, shaking the water from his hair. Some of the droplets
landed on her feet. It was a wonder they didn’t start steaming.

Nash’s thin running shorts weren’t really designed for
swimming and clung to his lower body with shocking clarity. Her mouth went dry,
between her legs, not so much. His cock was a thick ridge laying along the seam
of his thigh. She might have seen every inch of him naked, but that didn’t
lessen the impact of his body, of
him
. Not. One. Bit.

When he turned and bent to pick up a towel, she held in the
gasp. Barely. It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed the scars but under bright
light, no shadows, nothing hidden and time to study them? They were flat-out terrifying.
In a couple of places on his shoulder his skin was puckered, uneven and he had
a number of what looked like slashes on his side. They stood out against his
skin, lighter than the rest. And those were just the big ones.

Pain. Danger.
Warrior.

Lexi had already seen how fast he could move, how well he could
handle himself. And his confidence, she’d seen that too. Now she realized he didn’t
need a weapon. He was a weapon.

His body was lean, ripped with hard muscle and littered with
the evidence of God knew how many battles. And none of them did a thing to
detract from how flat out badass-hot he was. Maybe just the opposite, because a
guy like Nash? He was probably used to women falling all over him, telling him
how good-looking he was, how hard his muscles were, how gorgeous he was and
she’d be damned if she’d fall into that same groove. Even if she was thinking
all of those things. And more.

Lexi groaned when she noticed who entered the pool area. She
couldn’t remember their names, but she thought of them as the “Barbie twins”.
Tall, blonde, tanned and stacked, they wore miniscule bikinis that barely
covered the basics and always made her feel overdressed in her own bikini.

They were checking out Nash and making no attempt to hide
it. And why should they? They winked and giggled, giving him a small wave each.
Lexi rolled her eyes. Was she friggin’ invisible? When she looked at Nash to
check his reaction he wasn’t looking at them any longer, he was looking right
at
her
.

“I heard they’re into threesomes,” she blurted.

Dammit.
It wasn’t what she’d meant to say and as soon
as the words left her mouth she wished she could call them back.

His gaze stayed steady on hers. “Is this some kind of test,
Lexi?”

“Test?” she snorted. “I— We haven’t—I mean, we’re not—”

Jeez, exactly what
were
they?

She took a deep breath. “I don’t have any hold on you. I
don’t expect any, I don’t feel entitled to any. You can do whatever you like.”
She shrugged. “You more than redeemed your non-jerk status. Go for it if you
want.”

“Yeah?” He glanced back toward the two women. They noticed
his interest and motioned him over. Was there a single guy alive who wouldn’t
at least consider it? She should have kept her mouth shut. Why couldn't she
ever keep her mouth shut? And why should she even care what he did anyway?

Nash ran the towel in a rough swipe over his hair. “Know
what I want? Right now?”

Her stomach knotted at the look in his eyes.

His voice lowered. “I want to go back to your place, get
your hot little body under mine, have you wrap those gorgeous legs of yours
around my hips and fuck until we both explode.
Together.
”

Lexi’s stomach muscles clenched and her heart beat kicked up
so hard and so fast she struggled to take a breath. She licked her lips, glanced
over at the other women. They were still watching and motioning to him.
Confident much?

“Nash, if you wanted to…don’t feel you have to… I mean,
don’t let me stop you. Really.”

The thread of sincerity in her voice was unmistakable this
time. Even she heard it.

He held out his hand to her. “I may not be able to guarantee
much, but I know this—you are the only woman I want right now. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And Lexi?”

“Yes?”

His voice dropped, roughened. “I’m not bound by my word any
longer. Just so you know. We’re all square. Got it?”

Oh God.

She nodded, wouldn’t have been able to form a single word if
her life depended on it anyway.

“Let’s go,” he ground out, as he urged her up and off the
lounger.

He glanced back over at the women. They were looking at her
with envy as he kept her hand in his and tugged her after him.

“Damn,” he drawled. “Threesomes you said.”

She punched him on the arm. Hard.

“Ow.” He laughed.

“This is not exactly what I had in mind,” Nash forced out
through clenched teeth.

Wasn’t even close. He’d had every intention of getting Lexi
flat on her back, naked, her legs wide and draped over his shoulders while he
did his best to make her come with his mouth. Again.

Except Lexi had had other plans, which is why he was the one
all the way naked and spread out on her bed while she checked out his hard-on
from between his legs. And man, he had the mother of all hard-ons. He’d had to
hold the damn towel in front of him the entire way back up to her place and
getting the wet running shorts off in his condition had been…a challenge.

He gritted his teeth when she curled her hand around his
length with a firm grip and stroked him from base to tip in a movement that was
slow and smooth and downright mind-destroying. Sensation rocked through him
from his dick to the soles of his feet and back again. He wasn’t much used to
slow and soft, and honestly? Not altogether comfortable with it.

“You gonna suck it or just admire it from afar?” he managed
when she stroked him again.

She raised her gaze to meet his. “You always in such a
hurry?”

Yeah. I was. Before I met you.

He shrugged. “It’s my M.O.”

She added a little twist this time that made his toes curl.

“Lexi…” he groaned.

She bent her head and his breath held but all she did was
trail hot, wet kisses up his inner thighs, skirting the slice that was already mostly
healed. His legs shifted, opened and he groaned, clenching his hands when her
cheek brushed against his balls. And then her mouth was there, and God, her
tongue.

Fuck.

“You’re sensitive there,” she murmured.

“Yeah…me and every other guy on the planet,” he all but
choked out.

She smiled and his dick twitched in response. As if it
hadn’t had enough stimulation.

“No, you really liked that.”

“I like anything you do, any way you want to touch me, so
yeah.”

She bent, her gaze locked to his as she flicked her tongue over
his balls again and the top of his head almost exploded.

“No. You like
this
. A lot.”

“So? Who wouldn’t?”

“Nash, jeez, why can’t you just admit you love it, that it really
does it for you, more than just ‘yeah, feels good’?”

Yeah, why was that? Because that would be giving her an
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 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 deep.

“Yeah.” He swallowed, turned away and headed for the
bathroom. “Not like this.”

Lexi sat up, still shaky, and wrapped her arms around her
drawn-up knees. What the hell was she doing?

Before she’d had a chance to even come up with something
remotely rational, he was back and he’d pulled on a loose pair of workout pants
from the bag he’d brought in earlier. Her mouth went dry. Man, commando plus
loose pants equaled a beautiful thing.

“Lexi, this…between us… It’s sex, okay? We have hot, mind-blowing
sex, and yeah, it’d be cool to stay with you but… I’m in town for exactly three
more days. That’s it. I’m not looking for anything more.”

She lifted her chin, tried a smile. “Yeah, yeah I’ve seen
that movie. Guy gets his rocks off for a few days, takes off never to be seen
or heard from again.” She shrugged. “Works for me, okay?”

It did? Then why did her stomach feel as if she’d just
jumped off a cliff?

He leaned against the doorframe, crossed his arms over his
massive chest. “You sure?”

God. A bad boy who was a nice guy. Who knew such a thing
existed? And in such an incredible package?

“Yeah. Absolutely.”

Lexi was mid smile and wild, dirty thought when her phone
beeped from the living room.

Just like that reality—sharp and raw and chilling—returned
in a rush. She bit her bottom lip so hard she almost winced when it beeped
again.

“Are you in some kind of trouble, Lexi?” Nash asked.

His gaze was fixed on her, steady and sharp and Lexi closed
her eyes for a second, as much to shut out his focused stare as it was to hide
her own thoughts. “No.”

The phone beeped again. She swallowed.

“Lexi.”

“It’s fine. It’s my problem.”

Just like that his stance went from relaxed to full alert.
He straightened, dropped his arms and took a step toward the bed. “Define
‘problem’.”

She rolled her eyes. She so didn’t need the
big-strong-man-coming-to-her-rescue routine again right now.

“I’ve got it, Nash, okay?”

He leaned in a little closer. “And you’ll tell me what the
fuck ‘
it
’ is. Right now.”

Lexi’s stomach jerked at the intensity in his voice and for
the first time she saw a glimpse of just how dangerous he claimed he could be.
Well, crap. He was supposed to shrug it off, let it go. What did any of this
have to do with him, anyway? Anyone else she knew would have taken the clear
hint but the look in his eyes and the hard set of his jaw told her he wasn’t
going to.

Great.

She sighed. “It’s nothing. Really.”

“Nothing doesn’t make you tense and pale each time you get a
fucking message. You’ll tell me and you’ll tell me now.”

You’re not the boss of me.

It was on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to say it.
Really bad. Who did he think he was?

“Jesus,” she muttered instead. “Arrogant much?”

He raised an eyebrow.

She licked her lips. “I’ve been getting these…texts. That’s
all.”

“Okay. What kind of texts?”

She shrugged. “Stupid. Dumb. They’re…sexually explicit and…”

Disturbing. Very, very disturbing.

He frowned. “Who’s sending them?”

She looked away from him. His gaze was too knowing,
too…intense. “See, that’s the thing. I don’t know. He’s sending them from a
blocked number.”