Page 15 of Nash

I'm sure he makesallthe girls feel like this, and while that should bother me, it doesn't. There are no strings in our arrangement, and honestly, why shouldn't I enjoy feeling like this while I can?

“How’s this for you?” he asks, one arm wrapped around my lower back, the other hand on resting on my thigh

I tuck my phone into the corner of the chair, ensuring the camera is still rolling just in case any of our laughter or smiles or looks can be used in an edit.

“Decent,” I say, trying like hell to hide my smile. I wrap my arms around his neck, the motion brushing my chest against his, making my breasts full and heavy.

“Just decent, huh?” he says, his hand on my thigh now stroking in little circles that has the breath hitching in my lungs.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble because I cannot form a coherent thought. I can't help it, he feels too good with his arms around me.

“Any way I can take it from decent to phenomenal?”

“Decent isn’t a bad thing,” I say.

“You deserve better than that,” he says, deadpan. “You deserve phenomenal.”

My heart flutters in my chest. Jesus, no wonder women follow him around everywhere. He’s effortless at making me feel like the most important person on the planet.

“I'm open if you have any ideas.”

“I'm sure if I kissed you again, you'd say phenomenal.”

My heart races, adrenaline crackling in my veins. Everything in my body screamsyes, but my mind is calculating all the ways kissing Nash again can go wrong.

My body wins.

“There's only one way to find out, Stokehill.”

That's all the prompt he needs before his mouth brushes mine, dominating in a delightful kiss sends sparks soaring over my skin. His hold on me tightens, and I can't help but shift and lean into him as I allow instinct to drive my body.

He teases his tongue against my lips, coaxing me to open up for him.

I do, and he slides in, causing a whimper to escape my throat at the sensation. He's warm and strong and tastes like the cherries we had in our soda waters earlier. He somehow uses his entire body to kiss me, his hands roaming over me in a possessive way that has every nerve ending I possess standing at attention, begging to be played with.

I reach up and slide my fingers through his hair, loving the way he groans a little at the action.

God, my head isspinning.

There isn’t a hint of hesitation or insecurity in his touch. He knows how to handle me, as if he’s done it dozens of times.

It makes my skin hot, my entire body feeling sensitive to every graze of his hand on my body, every press of his lips against mine.

I draw my other hand up, smoothing it along powerful line of this jaw, my tongue meeting his in a dance that feels familiar and exhilarating all at the same time. My entire body feels like it's vibrating, buzzing with a need that only he can satisfy.

I can barely catch my breath and we’rejustkissing.

What else can he do to me? If I let him?

Make me see stars?

In this moment? It’s all I want.

Nash pulls back slightly, a confident grin shaping his lips as he looks at me, then down to my hand fisting his shirt to pull him closer. “Phenomenal?”

I release his shirt, pulling back slightly so that I can catch a full breath. I wet my lips, still tasting his kiss there.

“Great,” I say, despite wanting to agree with him. He truly is a phenomenal kisser, but that ego of his doesn't need any more stroking.

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