Chapter 18 #2
Nash captures my bottom lip between his until he lets go, the fear not tamed inside of me after I said it. “Summer, I love you. We were idiots for not saying it back then, but maybe the words were waiting for us now, after a long road.”
I bring my head to his, and our noses nuzzle. “I might have buried it for a while when life took me in a different direction, but that isn’t the case anymore.”
He sweeps up my hand to hold the way he does when there is a strong reverence that takes over him. He’s always been this way for his whole life. “It’s always been bubbling at the surface for me.”
Another kiss, and I trace my thumb over the lines of his face. “Not everyone will see it this way.”
“But today nobody is looking,” he whispers.
Our feelings are confirming, with no regard in my head for the consequences of what this will bring to our lives. If they are consequences at all.
My arms encircle Nash as he balances his focus on stirring the pot and sideways over his shoulder at the hockey game on TV between the Spinners and Dallas.
“Don’t burn the house down.”
“Damn it.” He’s not impressed, and he doesn’t mean me. The hockey game must not be going in our favor.
Stepping back, I wonder if this is a lost cause. “Uhm, I’m naked and wet,” I say, even though I’m in sweats.
Nope. No reaction.
“I’ll get on my knees for you right here.”
Still no.
I pinch his shirt and guide his attention to me. “Really?”
“What?”
My eyes grow large. “I don’t mind the hockey, you know that. We can even watch after dinner. But now?” My hands splay out. “No kiddo in sight, and I believe in time management.”
He grins and wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush. “Sorry. I do love the way you arranged for us to have some alone time. It kind of surprised me, but I think it’s great.”
I smile, feeling accomplished. “Say more.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“More.”
“I plan on making love to you.”
“Hmm, might need further explanation on that one.”
Nash squeezes me once. “All night. Different positions. Start with spooning and sometime during the night you’ll ride me,” he deadpans.
I chortle from his response. “I think I could agree to all of that.” My arms snake around his neck as I almost hang off him.
His fingers dig into the sides of my thighs, and he hoists me up, setting me on the counter. “I could get used to this.”
Our eyes hold as my lips press together. “I had it in my head that we could eat dinner and watch a movie like old times’ sake. I guess we have plenty of opportunities in the future for that.”
With purpose, Nash grazes my body as he stretches to turn off the stove knob. “Plenty,” he rasps.
“One day we will walk down the street hand in hand. That will be new for us. It was never in our cards before,” I point out.
Nash bends his knees and nuzzles his face into my belly. “I need to take you, Summer.” He sounds desperate.
My face must confirm that I agree, as in one swift move, he has me thrown over his shoulder and carries me in the direction of the stairs.
I squeal and attempt to grip the back of his shirt. “Couldn’t carry me the romantic way?” I’m flippant.
He bites into my buttocks before he slides me over his shoulder to change positions to cradle me as he walks. “Better?”
My smile nearly hurts my face. “Yeah, much better.”
I’m still surprised when he manages to carry me up each step without a single sign of struggle.
When he lays me on the bed, I’m positive that I’m melting.
“Every scrap of clothing needs to come off. Not negotiable.”
No hesitation from me as I begin to strip, as does he. My breath is already picking up, and we seem to turn into a frenzy of two frantic people.
The feeling of the mattress against my back doesn’t cure the cold in the room. My nipples have turned into stones, and Nash’s starving eyes have noticed. My body begins to warm when Nash holds his weight above me. Body warmth, right?
“You’re mine, Summer.” His kiss simmers against my lips. It’s hard and locking me down.
My hand slips between us. I don’t want any foreplay, I just want him inside of me. Gripping his shaft, I bring him to me, playing with him to wet his tip around my clit, and the moment he begins to enter me, we both groan from the pleasure.
“It seems that I’m yours,” I whisper in his ear as he pumps fervently inside me.
Wrapping my thighs tighter around his waist, my eyes hood closed as I sink into the feeling of his lips skimming my shoulder. My moans grow labored, as every time he hits me to the hilt inside me, I swear I’m discovering new colors.
“I’m going to take my time and ravish you later,” he murmurs against my skin. “But I’m addicted to you, and it makes me far too determined to make you come.”
I chuckle under my breath. “That’s in my favor, so I wholeheartedly agree.”
“Well, I do have your heart, so that would make sense.” I can hear the humor in his voice right before he pulls out of me and flips me to my stomach.
His lips follow the trail of my spine, with his breath spreading a wildfire through my body.
“I love you.” His words tickle my skin in the most heavenly of ways.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he abandons my back to kneel between my legs, and he takes the liberty to pull my waist and tilt my body until my ass is just off the bed but my upper body still down. His fingers explore my pussy, and I’m excited how he is going to take me right now.
“If you’re about to fuck me until I tell you I love you again, then you better get a move on.” Teasing him is a dangerous game, but I’m feeling happy today.
He slaps his palm across my ass with just the right amount of force to cause my skin to sting. “That mouth of yours is wicked today.”
He takes two fingers to rub my clit, causing me to want relief from the ache between my legs.
I glance over my shoulder to see him inspecting my pussy, and it doesn’t make me self-conscious.
Even when his fingers vacate me and I’m left hanging until Nash’s finger dips inside of me, exploring my walls.
Nash has approval written all over his face, and his right hand grips the base of his shaft to give himself one stroke, then he’s finding the spot he wants. Inside me.
Leaning over as he begins to thrust, his lips journey back up my spine in a tantalizing slow way, his fingers entwining in my hair to yank slightly to ensure he can amply capture my lips for a kiss.
“Tell me, Summer. Who do you belong to?” He speaks against my lips, still inside of me.
“You,” I breathe out.
My answer satisfies him, and he begins to fuck me with more determination as he returns to a better position, and his hands now push my lower back down with my face squished against the pillow and his grunts sounding in the room.
Clawing the duvet, I hold on for an explosion to transpire between both of us.
And that tiny hint in my brain flashing that it might not just be in bed… I turn it off.