Destiny by Carly Phillips Page B

before.
    Nash watched as Kelly forced her heavy eyelids open and met his gaze, and there he found the same intensity, the same shock, the same desire as the physical and emotional yearnings inside him.
    Knowing she shared those feelings helped now, in the moment. Later, those same emotions would come back to haunt him. But right now all he could do was concentrate on how good it felt to be buried inside her, her inner walls still contracting from the climax he’d given her.
    As he began to rock his hips from side to side, her eyes opened wide, her expression one of utter surprise.
    “What?” he asked, unable to keep still, sliding in and out of her body, reveling in the unbelievable friction they created together.
    “I didn’t think I could… That is, I just…” Her voice trailed off. “And I was so sensitive, I didn’t think I could. Again.”
    He slid all the way out, then drove back in and a low groan reverberated from her throat.
    “But I was obviously wrong. You must be that good.”
    In other words, she’d never come twice in one night? There was a boost to his ego that was as unexpected as it was satisfying. “You know how to give a compliment, sweetheart.”
    She grinned and he was lost. Lost to her smile, lost to her blissful expression, lost inside her tight sheath.
    Beside himself now, he began to thrust into her, a steady rhythm she obviously enjoyed because her breathing came in harsher shallow gasps. She grew damper beneath him as she met his movements with equal force. Each time their bodies collided, she seemed to come closer, her pants and moans keeping him going. She dug her nails into his shoulders, the pain nothing compared to the pleasure building higher and harder until her body contracted around him and she cried out, telling him she was ready.
    And damn but so was he.
    She curled her legs behind his back and he levered himself up on his hands and pushed harder and higher, sure he was hurting her, but her screams were good ones and he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. But she begged him not to stop and he didn’t, not until he came in the most intense explosion he’d ever experienced.
    And with the way she twisted her hips and ground herself into him, she was still coming too.
    Nash didn’t know when he came back to himself. He just suddenly became aware of his surroundings—the warm body beneath him, her harsh breaths in his ear, his entire body still shaking in reaction.
    Sure he was hurting her, he rolled to his side, giving her room to breath, space to process. “You okay?” he asked.
    She reached her arms over her head and sighed. “Better than okay.”
    He smiled at her, enjoying her feline-like stretch, the flush in her cheeks he’d caused.
    “But I’d better get home before Tess starts wondering where I am.”
    He didn’t want her to leave but couldn’t argue the point. “I’ll take you back to the hospital for your car. Are you up to driving home?”
    She nodded. “Not a problem. I definitely got my second wind.” She rolled to her side and sat up in bed.
    Even from behind, she was a treat for his senses. Her long hair falling over her pale skin, her trim figure and narrow waist… He shook his head to stop from staring.
    He had to get moving too.
    They dressed in silence. Somewhat awkward but, all things considered, not too bad. Even the car ride back to the hospital was comfortable all things considered.
    He pulled up near her car. Before she could get out, he turned and placed his arm behind her seat. “I’d like to see you again.”
    A whole host of emotions flickered across her face, none of which he could read.
    “I didn’t mean more sex,” he added when she didn’t reply. Of course he wanted to sleep with her again, but he sensed she was suddenly thinking too much and he’d do anything to keep her cemented somewhere in his reality, whatever it took.
    She laughed suddenly, breaking the tension. “Okay, then what did you mean?”
    He grinned. “I