He’d give himself one more night to show her how he felt, since there was no way he could tell her—she deserved better than to be put in that kind of awkward position of having to find a way to tell him she didn’t feel the same.

He opened the door to their room and stepped back, letting her enter first. Damn, he loved watching the woman move. The way her round ass filled out her jeans was a sight he was never going to forget.

“Are you just gonna watch me?” she asked with a sexy pout.

He strolled in after her, putting on that cocky smile that she always responded to. “Maybe.”

Then he sat down on the bench at the end of the bed and did just that as she turned completely and made her way over to him, until she was standing between his legs, her full tits and her hard nipples poking against her thin sweater. When she grasped the hem of it, he held his breath. He fisted his hands on his thighs to stop from reaching up and doing it for her, because for as much as he wanted to rip it off of her and feast on her until she was writhing with pleasure in his arms, he wanted to slow every moment down—make time stop.

She had other ideas. She lifted the dark blue material, inching it upward at first, only showing an inch of the white skin of her soft stomach, then it was her see-through black bra and her pale pink nipples. By the time she swept it upward off her head and gave him the full view of her amazing tits curving above her bra, he was hypnotized.

Chelle hooked a finger under his chin and tilted his face up. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?” he asked, blinking as he tried to work out the logic of it.

Her lips tilted upward in a small, sly smile. “Because I want you to do more than just see me.”

“Trust me, I do,” he said. “Actually, I—”

“Nash,” she cut in. “Close them.”

He did what he was told.

In an instant, everything went black as he fought the frustration of not being able to watch her, memorize every line, every freckle, every millimeter of her. It locked his lungs tight and made him clench the muscles in his ass as he fought every instinct, every want, every need to have all of Chelle and to take care of her.

She stroked her thumb across his jaw, her touch feather light. “Breathe, Nash.”

Fuck. He was messing this all up.

“Nash.” The air moved around him as she leaned in close, her warm scent encircling him. Then her lips brushed his earlobe. “Please.”