Page 29 of In the Midst of Chaos

No, he wasn’t angry; he was aroused.

Testing my theory, I lifted my head to kiss him again. He was unmoving, letting me kiss his throat. I felt his Adam’s apple bob. My lips made their way up until I reached his.

“I only notice you,” I whispered against his lips.

That was all it took to make him snap. He opened his mouth and started to devour me just as the storm got worse. His lips moved over mine expertly, and the damn tingles I had in my lower belly started to turn into an inferno.

Nash let go of my wrist, and I used the opportunity to wrap one of my hands around his neck and brought the other down to his back.

I kicked down the covers. I needed him closer. Hell, I was sure I wanted him in me.

“Fuck,” he cursed when he stared down at me.

That’s when he noticed I was only in my panties.

I could see the hesitation in his gaze as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“Tomorrow, we can pretend this never happened,” I said before I kissed him again.

Nash’s response was to hold onto my hips as he pushed me into the mattress.

My eyes fluttered back when I felt his dick pressing against my core.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he cursed.

We stared at one another, and there was no denying that we wanted each other.

Before he could back out, I started to grind myself against his erection.

It felt like a blessing and a curse. So good, but not to be mine.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he whispered against my neck as I kept grinding myself against him.

“Do it,” I moaned in frustration.

Nash smiled against the crock of my neck. He bit my artery before he replied.

“No.”

It was final; his mind had been made up. He was only giving me what he allowed. Or what his fucked-up conscience let him.

“But I am going to make your pussy come.” He licked the arch of my neck, then kissed my lips.

For the first time, I felt all of him. A kiss so intense it took my breath away. It pulled from my soul as he devoured me whole.

His hips started to move against me. I held onto his shoulders so I could feel more pressure.

“Nash,” I moaned as I felt a current of vibrations spread from my neck down to my toes.

He flipped us so he was lying down and I was straddling him. His hands went under my shirt, holding onto my waist, and I shivered.

“Fuck yourself against me,” he said in a husky tone.

My hands went to his chest as I started to rock back and forth on his erection. Only the thin cotton separated us, a thin barrier keeping us from ruining a contract.

Our bodies moved to the rhythm of the raging winds. My cries mixed with the thunder, and when I came, I saw lightning.

It was the freest I had felt since my parents passed away. In his dark room, I felt like I had found myself.

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