Page 55 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 20

Evelyn

Grief can make you take stupid, reckless decisions, and maybe this was one of them. My brain had ceased to work. I just needed something to numb the pain, something to make this terrible ache disappear. I'd never felt so lost.

Life had always been relatively easy for me despite my parent’s behavior but now, now I didn't understand it. As much as I tried to comprehend why things were happening this way I couldn't. Nothing made sense.

Nathan swallowed, his eyes traveling down my body, drinking me in. He was trying to keep in control with his hands by his sides, but I saw the lust and hunger in him.

Nathan exhaled, leaning down and picking up the dress I had been wearing. He handed it to me. “Don't do this, Evie.” he tried to reason with me. “You're not thinking straight.”

Rejection.

That's all I felt. What did it matter if I wasn't thinking straight? This hurt too much. He cared about me. He could make it go away. Why didn't he want to help me?

“Nathan, please,” I said, stepping closer to him. “Please, please, I don't want to feel this.”

He shook his head. “Evie, baby, this isn't the way to do things. You deserve more than this.”

I looked away, holding the dress to my chest, now feeling self-conscious about how exposed I was. Maybe I wasn't doing things right. “Don't you want me?” I asked, my voice a pathetic whisper.

He cupped my face in his hands, eyes searching for a hint of uncertainty. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine with a sweet kiss. “Of course I want you,” he admitted softly.

“Then, please, Nathan, please make me forget. It hurts too much, I don't want to feel this anymore. Make it go away, make all the bad go away.” My eyes watered once again as I searched his, trying to decipher whether he would hold me in his arms like I knew he'd been wanting to for such a long time.

I lacked experience, but I didn't want anyone else to teach me anything.

I wanted him.

“Evie,” he sighed, pressing a kiss at the corner of my lips. “I don't want you to regret this.”

His resolve was breaking, he looked down on me, eyebrows furrowed in thought until I reached up, placing my hand over his cheek. I let the dress fall to soft carpet again, this time closer to him. Nathan seemed to think about it for a moment until his hand landed on my waist, pulling me flush against him.

I closed my eyes, feeling how his hands traveled up in a gentle caress, barely brushing the sides of my breasts until they were on my shoulders. They rested on my neck and I licked my lips, forgetting about anything and everything else.

Nate's lips descended on mine, passionately and ravishing, leaving me breathless and unafraid. He was claiming me just with that action; a bruising kiss that said there wouldn't be another man after him. I didn't want there to be.

My trembling hand went to the towel wrapped around his waist and Nathan broke the kiss, watching me with curiosity. I swallowed and pulled it off, leaving him completely naked in front of me. I bit my lip nervously. How the hell would he fit that thing inside of me?

In an instant, I was being kissed again, intense and demanding. There was no denying that he planned to consume me, invade my senses with his touch, and there was nothing I wanted more. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist as he took us over to his bed.

Soon his lips were no longer on mine, but kissing my neck, nipping at the flesh and then down my heaving chest, until he latched on to a nipple that so desperately needed his attention. I gasped at the new sensation but had no chance to dwell on it, for Nathan's hand dived between my legs, cupping my already wet core. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, pulling aside the material that covered me. “You want me to help you forget then?”

Every sense in my body was on overload against the onslaught of his expert touch, and as a finger entered me, my body bowed, giving him the answer he needed. He kissed his way down my breasts, then my abdomen, sliding the panties I still wore down my legs in the process. The feeling of his warm breath was suddenly on my dripping core, and my eyes widened in surprise. I heard Nathan mutter a curse, and then his lips were on me.

“Oh Nathan,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his face. His approval came in the form of gentle humming against my folds while his hands held my body still.

He devoured me then. There was nothing else in the world that mattered but the feel of his lips on me, his hands holding me down as he focused only on my pleasure. He didn't give a damn about anything else, his tongue thrusting into me, bringing an onslaught of bliss I didn't think was possible.

My moans filled the room and shamelessly, my fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him closer to my body.

“Please,” I begged, needing something, anything to help me find the release I craved. “Please, Nate.”

He listened. Nathan's tongue flicked over my swollen clit, one, two…three times, and then thrust his fingers inside me at the same time his mouth took my bud in his mouth.

I imploded.

Crying out, my eyes squeezed shut while his warm tongue lapped up my wetness as I rode out the orgasm. “Fuck,” I panted, holding on to the sheets. Vaguely, I felt his lips traveling back up, licking my pebbled nipples before his mouth met my own, as he kissed and settled his body between my legs.

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