Page 56 of Electric Touch

All I can do is nod. Yes, good idea. He takes my hand and gives me a knowing smile as he leads me down a short hallway. We pass two doors, and he takes me into the one furthest from the living area. When we step inside, I glance around, noting the guitars in the corner. There is a large bed with a navy blue comforter.

The air shifts as he steps up behind me, his breath against the side of my neck. One hand comes around my hip, the other travels up and over my breast, lifting it in his palm. He groans into my hair.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers against my ear, making me shiver from head to toe.

He moves back and guides me to face him. His eyes lower over my body, then back to my face. I watch as he lifts his arms and pulls his shirt over his head. His body is chiselled but lean. I try not to stare at the swell of his biceps, or the smooth planes of his bare chest.

One arm is covered in tattoos. I want to take my time to study them. That can wait. There is a lone tattoo on his other arm of a panther. He draws my attention away from his body, lifting my chin up and dropping his lips back to mine. Tasting them and nipping at them. My knees go weak as he presses himself into me, holding me close. His kisses are like drugs. I’m losing my mind over him.

“I need you,” I tell him, running my teeth over his lower lip, making his body shiver. “Now, Nash.” I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him right now.

“You’ve got me,” he draws his finger down over my chin. Then along the slope of my neck and throat, and over my breastbone.

My hands are shaking against the urge to grab him, but he wants to take his time. And I want to let him. He lifts my shirt up and over my head, his eyes dropping to my breasts. They’re large, probably bigger than what he has been used to before. He doesn’t seem the least bit concerned about that as he unclasps my bra and drops it between us. His fingers pluck at both nipples at the same time, making my back arch. Another kiss swallows my gasp. One hand is now pressing against my lower back, the other holding the weight of my breast.

Nash steps back and lowers me to the bed, pausing only to take off his jeans. Then he climbs over me, putting his hips between my legs. My stomach quivers as he looks me over again, staring into my eyes. I see no hesitation, no questions, no concerns. He wants me as much as I want him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him so our naked chests press together. After he kisses me senseless again, he draws back and lowers his head. His mouth closes over my nipple, while his other hand moves along my stomach and across the fabric of my panties.

I release the breath I hadn’t realised I was holding as he moves lower, tracing his nose along my skin. He leaves a scorching path in his wake. I’m panting with need. He’s taking his time, no matter how much I writhe under him.

My head tilts back at the featherlight touch from his mouth, moving lower with each kiss. I press one palm to the back of his head. I’ve never been shy about taking pleasure and I won’t start now. His hot breath blows against my underwear. He inhales as the tip of his nose nudges me through the damp fabric, making me gasp.

He has a look of concentration on his face as he takes my panties and slides them down my legs. When he spreads my legs wider, he stares, his chest rising and falling. I’ve been bare for years, and Nash seems to appreciate that a lot. He dips his head and breathes out against my skin. I bite my bottom lip between my teeth in anticipation. I’m almost about to leap off the bed when he presses his lips against my clit, applying a gentle touch. Then more pressure with his tongue and his fingers.

I turn my head into the comforter as one hand grips my hip, holding me in place. He moves his fingers slowly in and out of me, and his tongue flicks back and forth over my clit. I shift impatiently and he chuckles against me before picking up the pace. It doesn’t take long for me to lose myself. My hips thrust up against his mouth and my back arches as I come. Nash groans and laps at me as I flop down, my eyes closed tight.

Nash moves back from between my legs and stands to draw his underwear down. He grabs a condom from a bureau behind him and slips it on as he steps back over to the bed. His gaze locks on mine. I lay still and watch as he kneels over me, stretching out so that we are face to face. I pull him into a kiss. While his tongue rolls against mine, Nash enters me in a smooth, slow motion, pushing into me as far as he can go. He thrusts twice, then holds the sides of my face.

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

“Not planning to,” he says. “But it’s been a while. If I rush this, it’ll be over way quicker than I want.” He dips his head to my throat, kissing my hot skin as he kneads my breast in his palm.

I spread my legs wider and curl one hand around the back of his neck. “We have all night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” I nip at his lip and he laughs, then he moves with slow, deliberate thrusts.

I draw his mouth to mine and kiss him, reaching up to hold the back of his head. My fingernails scrape across his scalp, making him hiss into my mouth and move faster.

We fuse in more ways than one and his thrusts get harder, deeper. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his hips, lifting and rocking back up at every thrust.

“God, Adrestia, you feel so good,” he groans. “So fucking good.”

My heart is pounding, my vision narrows as he fucks into me harder. Then he pulls back, lifting me up as he rolls over and on to his back. I move to straddle him, locking gazes as I lower back down onto him. He grits his teeth together as he watches his dick sink inside my body. I splay my hands against his chest and roll my hips over him.

The sounds of our panting and slap of my skin against his fills the room. I lose my rhythm, the pleasure peaking again. Nash’s hands grip my hips hard, almost to the point of pain. I don’t care because an orgasm rolls through me, stealing my breath, my thoughts, my whereabouts, everything. It’s like an explosion as I moan his name.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, thrusting up into me harder and harder. His back bows like mine did earlier when he comes, lifting me so my knees barely touch the bed. I have to grip his biceps to remain steady.

His eyes lock on me as he drops back to the bed, panting hard. I stare down at him as we try to catch our breath. He pulls me down to kiss him again. I can’t help the gentle roll of my hips as I move over him, small aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. I feel as if I’m floating on air, electricity crackling through me.

One corner of Nash’s lips tilt up. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come,” he tells me.

I brush my hair back off my face, my chest rising and falling as I lean forward. Nash moves my hair, his fingers running through it gently as he studies every part of my face.

He smiles. “Do you want to do that again?”

“Yes,” I tell him with a shocked laugh. “Yes I do.”

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