“Mine,” he said, with a predatory smile that made my insides clench with arousal.
He took a moment to put it in the pocket of his discarded dress pants before coming back to crawl onto the bed.
“Do you trust me, Sariah?”
“I just gave you the most important thing I have,” I whispered. “Do you need to ask?”
“I do. Because I don’t have a condom with me.”
Our eyes locked and understanding dawned.
“Yes.” This time, I didn’t hesitate. “I’m on the pill and I do trust you.”
His eyes danced with raw lust. “Spread those beautiful thighs for me. Let me see how wet you are.”
I let my legs fall open but instead of kneeling between them, he crawled up my body and his lips sought mine. He kissed me thoroughly, his lips and tongue devouring mine—hell, he was devouring me—in the best way possible. His big hands were tendrils of pleasure everywhere he touched me and I groaned when his lips traveled down to my breasts. He cupped one in his hand, flicking his tongue over my already erect nipple. He teased and sucked until my chest arched up, demanding more.
He chuckled, moving to the other breast and giving it the same attention, driving me wild.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re turned on.”
I whimpered when he used one thick finger to slide through my folds. I hadn’t realized how aroused I was until now. I felt my wetness as he teased me, sliding up and down, touching everything but my clit. He slid down my body, peppering soft, feathery caresses on my skin until finally—finally—he was between my legs. He leaned forward and softly kissed my mound, hands pushing my thighs even farther apart.
“Nash…” I moaned with need. “Please.”
His mouth was sinfully perfect, doing things that made my hips shoot up off the bed and crazy groans escape my chest. He pressed a finger inside of me as he sucked my clit between his lips and I shrieked, so close to orgasm, but he pulled back.
“Not yet.” He pushed his tongue inside of me and I started to pant, my hips canting toward his mouth, desperate for the release he continued to deny me.
“Nash…” My voice sounded whiny, desperate, and he laughed softly, teasingly.
“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Inside me.”
“Uh-uh. Say the dirty words, baby.”
“Fuck me, Nash. Take that thick, hard cock of yours and fuck me like you mean it.”
To my astonishment, he lifted to his knees in the blink of an eye and thrust all the way in with one hard push.
“Holy…” My eyes might have rolled back in my head, I wasn’t sure, but words failed me as he started to move.
This wasn’t tender or romantic; he was doing exactly what I’d asked.
Every glide out made me whimper and every tilt of his hips made me gasp with pleasure. He grabbed both of my hands in one of his, holding them over my head as he thrust in and out of me. There was something animalistic about the way he was taking me, and I gave myself over, letting him control everything. Me, my pleasure, us.
“More?” he growled against my mouth.
“Yes. Fuck yes!”
Every subsequent thrust hit a spot inside of me that made my back arch up off the bed, and he used his free hand to grasp the back of my neck.
“I’m so fucking close,” he whispered. “Come when I do, baby.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” He didn’t have to ask because I was already on the edge. His words pushed me over and I screamed my release, bucking and writhing as he spilled himself inside of me.
“Fuck, that was beautiful.” He collapsed on top of me, pressing light kisses along my jaw.
“Holy shit.” My eyes were still closed as I tried to come back to earth because whatever that was had been otherworldly.
“God, I missed you.” He slowly pulled out and rolled onto his back, pulling me into his arms.
“Me too.” I nestled deeper into him, still trying to catch my breath.
We were quiet for a few minutes before I managed to find my voice. “Say it again, Nash.”
His arms tightened around me because he knew exactly what I meant.
“I love you, beautiful.”
Chapter Thirty
Nash
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“You sure about this?” Alvarado asked me as we stepped out of my car in front of Sawyer’s house.
“A little late to be asking that, don’t you think?” I said, putting my car keys in my pocket.
“I just meant that I could stay in the car.” He gestured back at my car with his thumb. “I haven’t been on the team very long and he might not want me in his house.”
In a group text with everyone on the team except Sawyer, we were making sure someone from the team checked in on him at least every other day. He was taking Annie’s death hard, and we wanted him to know we were all there for him. Even our most annoying rookie.