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Jesus, this man.

My heart flutters in my chest, tingles shooting along my skin at the contact.

He moves us, pressing me against the closed door, never breaking our kiss.

“I’ve been thinking about this for what feels like forever,” he says, running his hands along my body. He slides them around my waist, palming my ass to haul me against him.

I gasp at the sensation, absolutely melting at the way he handles me.

“I may have thought about it too,” I admit between kisses.

His light blue eyes fill with pride. “What did you think about?” he asks, kissing me hard and quick before pulling back.

Warmth races over my body, but I’m too deep into the anticipation to stop the game now. “Your hands on me,” I admit.

“Fuck yes,” he says. “Let me give you reality to match that.”

He dips down to kiss me again, his tongue sweeping against mine in claiming sips, each graze making my body tighten with need. The man kisses me like he’s starved for me and me alone. It’s truly a beautiful fantasy to get lost in.

His hands are on my hips, sliding beneath the Badgers jersey I wear and hooking into the band of my leggings. I gasp when he slips his hand beneath the fabric, drawing back to meet my gaze as he drags his fingers over my underwear.

I tremble at that first touch, my heart jolting in my chest and fire pulsing through my veins.

He watches me as he pushes my underwear to the side and strokes me with nothing between us.

I whimper, arching into the touch.

“Fuck, Reese,” he groans, curling those fingers. “You’re a goddamn dream.”

I reach for him, fisting his shirt as I bring our mouths back together. I have no words, no voice. Everything in me narrows to his touch, to the way he teases me in light grazes that leave me throbbing for more.

“Nash,” I sigh his name, breaking our kiss as he plunges two fingers inside me, upping the intensity.

He sucks on my bottom lip, pure male pride shining along his features as he watches me react to him. “You’re so fucking sexy, Reese,” he says, curling his fingers as he shifts against me, hooking his free hand around the back of my knee to hike my leg around his hip.

I whimper, the angle allowing him to stroke me so much deeper. My head is spinning, my pleasure building inside me like a storm. I’m reduced to nothing but feeling, nothing but the need to chase that release.

Nash uses the heel of his palm, pressing it against my pulsing clit, and I rock against it, shivering at how good it feels. I kiss him again, my breath hitching at the way his fingers and tongue have rendered me completely at his mercy.

No one has ever taken control like this or been so confident when touching me. It’s incredible.

Pleasure coils low in my core, and I rock against him harder.

“Fuck, you’re right there, baby,” he says against my lips, upping his pace. “Love the way you ride my hand. Come on my fingers, Reese.”

God, his words, his mouth, his touch. It’s all-consuming, a fire that I don’t mind burning in.

I break our kiss, gasping, a moan ripping from me as my orgasm floods my body, rolling in delicious waves that turn me absolutely liquid for him.

“Goddamn,” he says, slowing his pace as I shiver around him. He gently pulls his hand back, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking my flavor off of them.

It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Yeah,” he says, nodding. “I’m going to need some more of that.”

I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s lifting me up and spinning me around, sitting me on the edge of the bed. His eyes lock with mine as he hooks his fingers into the band of my leggings, a silent question.

I lift my ass off that bed so damn fast, more than ready for whatever else he wants to show me.

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