6. Reese
CHAPTER 6
REESE
Holy shit.
Did I really just tell Nash freaking Stokehill to prove it?
Yes, yes I did.
My heart races in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins.
I locked the door. Who the hell am I?
I’ve never been this bold before.
Is it because the thing we have going isn’t real? It’s all-inclusive no-strings fun?
I blame his kiss.
He’s too good at it. It transformed me into a needy little thing that can’t say no to him and doesn’t want to.
“Say it one more time for me, Reese’s Pieces,” he says, taking a step closer to me.
I grin. He may be a cocky bastard sometimes, but he always wants clear and concise confirmation of consent from me. It’s really refreshing when some of my exes didn’t ever bother asking after we’d gone official.
Not that Nash and I were official. Business partners. That’s all.
Business partners who are clearly attracted to each other, and I can’t deny the boost of sheer confidence I feel rushing through me from the way he’s looking at me.
“I want you to prove it, Stokehill,” I say, my voice betraying the slight hint of nerves I feel. I mean, we’re about to get more intimate than a simple kiss for the cameras. It may mean nothing to him, but it’ll mean something to me. “If you want to,” I add. “You’re not obligated. If you were just boasting?—”
“I wasn’t,” he cuts me off, then spans the space between us, his mouth colliding with mine.
I gasp, my eyes instantly closing as his lips press against mine.
Jesus, this man.
My heart flutters in my chest, tingles shooting along my skin at the contact.
He moves us, pressing me against the closed door, never breaking our kiss.
“I’ve been thinking about this for what feels like forever,” he says, running his hands along my body. He slides them around my waist, palming my ass to haul me against him.
I gasp at the sensation, absolutely melting at the way he handles me.
“I may have thought about it too,” I admit between kisses.
His light blue eyes fill with pride. “What did you think about?” he asks, kissing me hard and quick before pulling back.
Warmth races over my body, but I’m too deep into the anticipation to stop the game now. “Your hands on me,” I admit.
“Fuck yes,” he says. “Let me give you reality to match that.”
He dips down to kiss me again, his tongue sweeping against mine in claiming sips, each graze making my body tighten with need. The man kisses me like he’s starved for me and me alone. It’s truly a beautiful fantasy to get lost in.
His hands are on my hips, sliding beneath the Badgers jersey I wear and hooking into the band of my leggings. I gasp when he slips his hand beneath the fabric, drawing back to meet my gaze as he drags his fingers over my underwear.
I tremble at that first touch, my heart jolting in my chest and fire pulsing through my veins.
He watches me as he pushes my underwear to the side and strokes me with nothing between us.
I whimper, arching into the touch.
“Fuck, Reese,” he groans, curling those fingers. “You’re a goddamn dream.”
I reach for him, fisting his shirt as I bring our mouths back together. I have no words, no voice. Everything in me narrows to his touch, to the way he teases me in light grazes that leave me throbbing for more.
“ Nash ,” I sigh his name, breaking our kiss as he plunges two fingers inside me, upping the intensity.
He sucks on my bottom lip, pure male pride shining along his features as he watches me react to him. “You’re so fucking sexy, Reese,” he says, curling his fingers as he shifts against me, hooking his free hand around the back of my knee to hike my leg around his hip.
I whimper, the angle allowing him to stroke me so much deeper. My head is spinning, my pleasure building inside me like a storm. I’m reduced to nothing but feeling, nothing but the need to chase that release.
Nash uses the heel of his palm, pressing it against my pulsing clit, and I rock against it, shivering at how good it feels. I kiss him again, my breath hitching at the way his fingers and tongue have rendered me completely at his mercy.
No one has ever taken control like this or been so confident when touching me. It’s incredible.
Pleasure coils low in my core, and I rock against him harder.
“Fuck, you’re right there, baby,” he says against my lips, upping his pace. “Love the way you ride my hand. Come on my fingers, Reese.”
God, his words, his mouth, his touch. It’s all-consuming, a fire that I don’t mind burning in.
I break our kiss, gasping, a moan ripping from me as my orgasm floods my body, rolling in delicious waves that turn me absolutely liquid for him.
“Goddamn,” he says, slowing his pace as I shiver around him. He gently pulls his hand back, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking my flavor off of them.
It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding. “I’m going to need some more of that.”
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s lifting me up and spinning me around, sitting me on the edge of the bed. His eyes lock with mine as he hooks his fingers into the band of my leggings, a silent question.
I lift my ass off that bed so damn fast, more than ready for whatever else he wants to show me.
His grin is wide as he pulls my leggings down, stopping to rid me of my boots before pulling them and my underwear off completely.
I have a brief flash of self-consciousness, worrying about how someone as experienced as him will view me?—
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says, quashing any doubt I may have had. He bends down, kissing me hard and fast before drawing back and dropping to his knees before me.
Okay, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
There’s something about someone as gorgeous and confident as him settling himself on his knees before me, spreading my thighs with his powerful hands, that has me trembling.
He pulls me to the edge of the bed in one quick motion, and I fall to my back from the move. I push up just a little to watch him dip his head between my thighs?—
“ Nash ,” I gasp, his name almost unintelligible as my head drops back to the bed.
He licks up my center, and the tip of his tongue teasing my oversensitive clit has me winding up in white-hot knots again. I arch into him, my hands flying to his long blond hair, tangling there.
He groans against me, the vibrations only adding to the sensations sparking along the edges of my body.
“God, that feels so good,” I say, completely lost in the way he’s devouring me. “Nash, yes, that . Keep doing that.”
He does, alternating flicks of his tongue against my clit before plunging it inside me and back again. The constant switching in sensations has me shivering, warmth flooding my skin as pleasure tightens in my core again.
It’s fast.
So fast.
I’ve never felt this way so quickly twice, but Nash is lavishing my body with the kind of attention I never knew I needed.
“Nash,” I breathe his name, my eyes clenching shut as my release gathers right where his tongue is teasing. “I’m….I’m…”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers gripping my thighs with a little bite that sends me soaring over that sweet edge.
My orgasm flies through my body, crackling from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. I convulse as it hits me in waves, my fingers gripping his hair tightly as I ride through the aftershocks of it.
“Mmm,” Nash says as he pulls away, standing up to look down at me. “I could do that all damn day.”
A hot streak spirals down the center of me as he looks down at me, his blue eyes churning with lust.
I press up on my elbows. “Your turn,” I say, motioning to the bed. “Switch me.”
He smirks at me. “This was about you,” he says. “About getting you off more than once. You don’t owe me anything.”
“I know I don’t,” I say, heart hammering in my chest, my mind post-orgasm-bliss-buzzed. “I want to.”
He dips down, sliding my underwear and leggings back on, taking his time planting kisses along my leg as he does. I shift them up the rest of the way, fisting his shirt and pulling him to the bed. He laughs, and before he settles, I move, turning him on his back settling at his side, kissing him.
I moan at the taste of me on his tongue, my body feeling like a live wire. I smooth my hands over his muscular body, relishing every single inch of him as I push his shirt up, and kiss his abdomen.
Moving lower, I make it to his post-game athletic pants, tugging them down and kissing along his hips?—
A pound on the door makes both of us jolt.
“Time’s up,” Clay’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. “I never agreed to locked doors in the suite! You have one minute to get the fuck out.”
I meet Nash’s eyes, shock switching to humor in a second flat as we both laugh.
“Where can we go?” I ask as I shift off of him.
He adjusts himself, kissing me quickly. “I’m sharing a room with Lawson.”
“And I’m with the girls.” I look at him apologetically.
He smiles, tipping my chin up to meet his eyes as we head toward the door. “I’m in no hurry, Reese’s Pieces,” he says, smoothing some of my bed-head hair. “We have time.”
I swallow hard, excitement soaring through me at that statement. Sure, this is all an arrangement, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy the hell out of it while it lasted, right?