Page 56 of Golden Touch
I close my eyes and relax my throat, swallowing him down. He makes an unrestrained noise of pure lust. And for a few fun minutes, he can’t seem to say anything intelligible at all.
After the week I’ve had, it’s such a relief to apply myself to the simple task of making Nash lose his mind. Time and obligation lose all meaning as I work him steadily closer to the edge.
He lets out a sudden grunt of determination and sits up. “Lose the shirt,” he says. “Can’t let you have all the fun. I need to suck on your tits.”
The air whooshes out of my lungs as I hasten to struggle out of it.
“That’s my girl.” Clasping my waist, he heaves me up and over, until I’m lying on my back against the sheets. When I open my eyes, Nash is straddling me and stripping off his shirt. I blink up at his naked, godlike body above me. Nash bends over me with a hungry groan, both hands on my breasts. “Fuck, lady.Yes.” Then he catches my nipple between his teeth.
I’m suddenly drenched for him. And when he runs his tongue across my nipple I whimper and grab his jaw, trying to move him to my other boob.
A dark chuckle. “Patience, baby.” He shakes off my grasp. “And you’re still wearing too many clothes.”
He isn’t wrong. With an undignified wiggle, I shuck off my panties. I’m rewarded a moment later when Nash fits his long body atop mine. All that muscle, pressing me into the bed, and the skin-on-skin heat that I crave more than I should.
But instead of lunging for me again, he holds himself up on his elbows, watching me.
“W-what?” I stammer, wondering whether he’s just changed his mind.
“Just admiring the view,” he drawls. “Thinkin’ how lucky I am right now.”
I almost make a crack about how much luckier he’ll be in a minute, but his expression is so serious that I forget to. Instead, Iwatch those brown eyes dip towards me as he takes my mouth in a kiss.
And then I forget to think about anything at all. All I can do is experience him. His tongue cruising mine, his hands all over me. Our skin sliding together, erasing the day. Erasing my mind.
I’ll probably regret this tomorrow. But the world goes blissfully quiet as we make out. And his touch is magic. It knows the sensitive spot at the base of my jaw, where his kiss makes me shiver. It knows my inner thighs, where dragging fingertips make me shudder with longing.
“Nash,” I beg.
“Yes, baby?” he asks smugly.
“Now.”
“But what about finding a…?”
“Now,” I insist. “I’m covered.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, fitting himself thickly against me. Then he slowly moves his hips forward, and I moan into the fullness and pleasure.
“Pussycat,” he whispers. I expect him to make a smug comment, but that’s not what happens. Instead, he seats himself completely, then braces his elbows against the mattress and goes very still.
My body tightens around him, looking for more action. Waiting impatiently. I focus my gaze on those caramel eyes and find them smiling at me.
“What?” I gasp. And by that I meanwhat’s the holdup?
“You’re just so pretty,” he whispers. “Can’t a man appreciate you for a minute?”
Apparently not, because my gaze slides away. The laser beam of his stare is too much for me. Besides, I’m not here for the compliments. They never last.
Nash kisses my neck and finally begins to move.
CHAPTER 23
NASH
Livia is a goddess, sighing and shuddering into the slow, dragging pace that I’ve set. A man could get addicted.
I’ve been needing this since the first time I saw her across a crowded bar. Craving the heat of her body under mine. Desperate to make her pink lips go slack with pleasure and to make those dark eyes lose focus.
