Page 45 of Hard Count
“I liked you plenty,” he teases me with my own words. “I hate what I just did to you—to us. I respect your dad a lot. I wanted to go to him and talk man to man. Not get caught feeling you up in the kitchen.”
“That isn’t what happened but okay.” I roll my eyes.
He leans down and kisses me. “A few years ago I told my best friend that he couldn’t date my sister knowing full well he was in love with her.”
“What the fuck, Nash?” I push myself up on the bed. “Why would you do that?”
He rolls the upper half of his body over my legs. I’m sad I chose to wear jeans tonight. I would love to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. “I thought I was protecting my sisterfrom getting hurt and I ended up being the culprit behind her pain. I think she’s still angry at me because of everything.”
“As she should be. I’m sure your heart was in the right place but you should have let them figure out their relationship on their own. Are they still together?”
“Yeah, they moved to Charlotte over the summer.”
“You just prolonged the inevitable.” I flick his ear. “What a waste of their time.”
He snags my hand and locks our fingers together. “You're not allowed to hang out with my sister. I already know you’ll gang up on me.” The edges of his eyes soften. “After all that went down last year, I vowed I wouldn’t let anyone tell me who I can and can’t be with. You’re the only one who gets a say on the matter.”
“And if I said I didn’t want you to be with anyone else,” I say, voicing one of my fears. I know what he’s said. He’s called me his girl multiple times but that doesn’t mean I’m the only one. He said he’s not sharing me with other guys but we didn’t talk about him seeing other girls.
“Woman.” He yanks my hips until I’m laying flat on my back. He works his body until he’s wedged between my legs. “I thought I made myself clear. You are who I’m with. The only one I want to be with. Not asfriendsbut as your fucking man. Do you forgive me?” He nuzzles his face into my neck and grazes his lips against my skin.
“If you could go back, what would you have said to my dad?” I ask. Nash practically leaps off the bed and drags mewith him. “Where are we going?” I yank his arm and pull him back to the edge of the mattress where I’m kneeling.
“To tell your dad.”
“But I haven’t given you my answer yet. Maybe I don’t forgive you.” I pout.
“I’m going to bite those,” he says, nodding toward my lips.
Running my hands up his chest until they’re resting on his broad shoulders, I lean into his body. “I wish you would,” I say, with a quick brush of my lips against his.
The move is like striking a match. Nash holds me in place with one hand on my lower back and the other collaring my neck. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs light enough to angle me the way he wants. His other hand slides into the back pocket of my jeans.
My eyes shutter closed as he grabs hold of my ass and presses me into his body. A bold move to punctuate the end of his statement. “Is this what you want?” His eyes gleam with desire.
Yes doesn’t seem like an adequate response. I wrap my arm tighter around his back and give him an answer that leaves no room for interpretation. My lips press into his and I feel like I’m being airlifted off the bed.
My stomach flips as his mouth moves over mine. He’s gentle but confident as his hands drift over every surface of my body. His right hand slips under my shirt and I moan when his calloused fingers glide over my ribs.
He bites on my lower lip as promised and I break our kiss with a brief smile. Nash pulls me back and slips his tongueinto my mouth. The feel of his tongue against mine has me thinking of other places I’d like it to be.
The image has me clenching my thighs and inadvertently brushing my body against his erection. A quiet whimper escapes me and I purposely press into him again. I’m desperate to find any kind of friction.
“Fuck.” Nash breaks our kiss and trails kisses down my neck. “Can you be quiet?” he asks before palming my breast in his hand.
“Mmm-hmm,” I say, struggling to hold back a moan.
He chuckles in between torturing me with his lips and hands. “Good, because I’m dying to see you falling apart.” In a swift move he hooks his hands under my thighs and flips our position and suddenly I’m straddling his lap.
Using his shoulders to balance, I grind down over his dick and lose myself in his body. His hands mold themselves to my ass and my chest while his lips learn every spot on my throat and neck that make me want to scream.
Rotating my hips, I drag myself down his cock over and over wishing there was nothing in between us. If he can make me feel this good with clothes on…"God," I moan thinking about it. My body tightens and I move faster chasing the high he's giving me. My fingers dig into his back. I'm so close but I don't want this to end.
I cup his face in my hands and reluctantly pull him away from my neck. I want him to see my face when he makes me come for the first time. “Watch me fall,” I whisper. His hands tighten their grip. He understands the double meaning my wordsimply. As my body coils and tightens in bliss, so does my heart.
He brushes my hair off my damp forehead. “You’re beautiful,” he says. The sincerity in his voice and the way his eyes never leave mine push me over the edge. My hands move back to his shoulders searching for something to grip as my body convulses in pleasure.
Nash draws his arms tight around me and I burrow my face in his neck, inhaling a deep breath. He pulls my head back, giving me one more kiss before tapping my thigh. “I need a minute and then we’ll go tell your dad.”
