Rowan slumped, boneless, in his lap, head dropping weakly to his shoulder. Smug, Nash lifted his mouth from her glorious breasts. She’d come apart so fast and they weren’t even totally n***d yet. Points to him.
Then she began to laugh. No, not laugh. That was a straight up, girlish giggle.
Okay, not the response he’d expected. “Something funny?”
She combed her fingers through his hair. “You’re much, much better at this than any horny, teenage boy.” He could hear the grin in her voice.
Laughing himself, Nash rolled until she was beneath him. “I’m about to prove in no uncertain terms that I am definitely not a teenage boy.”
She arched her hips against him. “Please do.”
He made quick work of the little ankle boots, dropping them with a thud to the floor. Her jeans and panties came next.
