Page 47 of Holding The Reins

He scoffs from behind me.

“I don’t know how she is as a person now, but I’ve heard that Shelby is lots of fun in bed. So I actually feel sorry for you that you took her home, you’re probably missing out on a real fun time—”

Nash grunts and then he’s moving toward me, I spin around to face him but he’s in front of me already and gripping both of my wrists at my side—hard.

“I took her home because the whole time I was with her, all I could fucking think about was you.”

I say nothing, I just breathe in tiny uneven breaths. His Adam’s apple bobs as he restrains himself, still gripping my wrists, and his spicy sandalwood scent warms me.

“Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to see your face no matter who I’m looking at?”

He moves even closer to me; our bodies are almost touching. “Do you know how I torture myself? Telling myself not to think about you? Reminding myself who you are and why I shouldn’t?”

He turns his face away from me and I see his jaw tense even further as he grits his teeth. His eyes turn back to mine, his pupils blown out, dark and endless. I breathe for the first time in what feels like minutes as his eyes trail to my mouth. I dart my tongue out to wet my lips without thinking. A low rumble rises from his chest.

“Fuck it—” he growls as his hands grip my face and he presses his lips to mine. He pulls back after a few seconds and stares at me, almost in disbelief, before the flood gates open and his mouth is crashing down on mine. It isn’t gentle or soft, it’s demanding and consuming.

A moan escapes me but Nash swallows it. He kisses me so deeply that I lose myself with every sweep of his tongue. It’s chaotic and calculated, slow but frenzied. I’m utterly helpless as shivers echo down my spine.

My thighs squeeze together as my core heats, Nash’s mouth plunders mine like he’s starved for me, like my lips offer him his only salvation. His large, rough hands roam over my body as I fist his shirt, they move through my hair, over my shoulders, down my back to my waist, under the silk of my shirt, so warm on my skin. He’s overwhelming and not enough all at the same time. I want more.

I whimper as his mouth moves down my neck, tracing a line from my ear to my collarbone. His kisses aren’t caresses, they’re open mouthed and hungry, he mixes them with little nips and bites that sting my skin before he licks over them and soothes the pain. His hands hold me to him, pressing his hips into mine. My entire being is preening for him. I’m trying to fight it, I’m trying to tell myself no, that this is wrong, this is Nash, I know we shouldn’t do this but my body’s saying yes, screaming yes. Weeks of being with him everywhere, every day finally implode and I can’t do a damn thing to stop it, nor do I want to.

He pulls back from me startling me and his eyes rake over my face. “I fucking want you, Rae. I need you, now, and I never need anyone, ever.”

“I do too,” I moan as he kisses the corner of my lips.

“What if…what if it’s just once?” I whisper, and he kisses me again then pulls his face back to look at me, a million questions in his eyes. “Just sex, I mean, just tonight. I mean… If you’re going to break your cardinal rule, you may as well go all the way.”

He smiles into my lips, then kisses my jaw. “I think”—Another kiss—“I’m breaking every rule I’ve ever had with you right now.”

My eyes roll as his lips trail my neck.

“B-but no feelings. Just sex,” I say breathless.

“I don’t get feelings; just sex I can handle,” he bites out.

“So, it’s a deal?” I ask.

He groans again and crushes himself to me so powerfully, I feel his cock pressing into my abdomen. His hands come under my shorts as another low growl erupts from his chest. “These fucking shorts.” He lifts me onto the counter. “They should be illegal.”

I wrap my legs around him as he grips my thighs, then look down to see where I’m rocking into his cock shamelessly from my countertop seat. Desperate for him, I squeeze my thighs around him even tighter.

“Fuck, CeCe,” he whispers, and I love it. I love that he wants me just as badly as I want him.

He palms my breasts as my nipples beg for his touch. He knows what I need before I even finish thinking it. My tank top comes down roughly to expose me to him, his thumbs find my pebbled nipples as he pulls his face back from mine and just looks at me. The pad of his thumb traces my cheekbone.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rae,” he says as he drinks me in.

He wastes no more time, moving his mouth to each of my breasts. I let my head fall backward and moan softly while he tethers between sucking and pinching my nipples. A deeper, delicious heat coils in my core. I’ve never wanted a man’s hands on my body like this in my entire life. All those years with Andrew and never once did I want him like this. The ripples of Nash’s muscled form under my fingertips feel just like I imagined. Hard and warm. So strong. It registers with me that I not only want Nash Carter, I’d sell my soul for him right now. His mouth returns to mine and his kisses become languid and slow, scorching through me as he slides his hands down towards the apex of my thighs.

“Tell me something, Rae… how wet will I find you, if I slide my fingers into these panties right now?” he asks into my lips.

“S-so wet,” I stutter as his middle finger slides down over my shorts. Two layers of fabric still divide his skin from mine, but I know he can feel how wet I am through both of them.

“Mmm…” he groans into my lips, and I feel it vibrate through my entire being.

“Look at you, Rae. Such a good girl, already so fucking wet for me.” His deep voice reaches an even lower octave as the pad of his finger circles my clit expertly.

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