Page 169 of Things We Hide from the Light
Inevitable.
THIRTY-FIVE
PUSHED TOO FAR
Nash
Iwasn’t cold inside. Not now. Maybe not ever again. I was an inferno of anger, frustration, need.
Everything I wanted, she held the key to, and I’d been waiting my entire life to unlock it.
I crushed my mouth to hers. Hot. Wet. Hard. It wasn’t a kiss, it was an act of desperation. Those soft lips that had taunted me for weeks were already parted and I inhaled that sexy little gasp she gave when I backed her against the wall.
I plundered and took. I punished her with my tongue. And when she surrendered to me, I felt power ripple through my veins.
I managed to tear my mouth from hers for a split second. “Am I hurting you?”
“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” she rasped a second before her teeth sank into my lower lip.
My blood simmered. My body roared to life with a need unlike any other. I didn’t know if I could survive this and I didn’t fucking care.
At least this time survival was a choice.
We devoured each other, breathed each other in, then dove beneath the surface again and again.
My hands cruised her hips, her waist before finding their way to the promised land.
The throbbing in my cock turned painful when I filled my palms with her breasts. Soft, inviting flesh. Her nipples pebbled against my rough hands through her top.
Her moan went thready at the contact. The noise, the shudder that rolled through her, the feel of those peaks straining for more drove me out of my mind. It wasmyhands she wanted on her. No one else’s. There was power there. And gratitude.
Lina tugged hard on my belt buckle. The zing of leather against metal made me desperate for more and reminded me what “more” meant.
“Wait.” I gripped her fingers at my fly.
“What?” she whispered, her breast heaving against my other hand.
“I need this to be good. Need you to feel good.”
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
I shook my head and tried to get the words out. “I haven’t…since. I don’t know if I can… And Ireallyneed to make this good for you.”
That lovely face softened in the shadows. Not in pity but in sweetness. She cupped a hand to my cheek. “Hotshot, trust me. You’ve already made it good for me.”
“Angelina, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” She looked at me earnestly. Then winced. “Damn it. You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
“Say what?” I was having trouble focusing with her fingers an inch from my aching dick.
“Oh my God. You already got me off. Okay?” She squeezed her eyes shut as the words came out in a rush. When I didn’t say anything, she opened one of them.
“Baby, I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”
“Not if you were sound asleep. The first time we slept together? When we woke up practically dry humping?”
I held on to her gaze, her words like they were lifelines.
