Page 36 of Nash

Shit.

Ilikehim.

Like…really, really like him.

I hurry through seeing to my needs, and then turn on the shower, not at all ready to go out and face him, not with all these intense feelings rising up inside me.

I told him I wouldn’t fall for him. We both agreed to it, and yeah, maybe I wasn’t there yet, but thisliking himsure feels like a stepping stone to that.

I move under the steaming hot water, sighing at the contact and the little comfort it offers my racing mind. A brave person would simply ask him where he’s at. If he says he’s still just enjoying the perks of this deal, then that’s fine. At least I’d know where I stand?—

The glass door opens, welcoming in a blast of colder air and a very naked Nash Stokehill.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he says, wrapping his arms around me from behind like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

My heart stutters, excitement soaring through me at being greeted in such a way.

Every other thought empties out of my head.

“Morning, handsome,” I say, hoping to match his confidence as I shift to face him, allowing him under the stream of water.

He hisses. “You have it hot enough?”

I laugh. “Need me to turn it down for you?”

He shakes his head, his muscles flexing for a few more seconds before he adjusts to the temp.

“You left me alone in bed,” he says, reaching for my body wash, squeezing a glob into his hands before he rubs them together, and soapsmeup.

I gasp at the touch, at the way his sudsy hands glide over every inch of my skin, and tremble when he lathers my breasts and lingers there.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say even though need is flaring up inside me. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

He bends down, capturing my mouth with his. “Always wake me up,” he says.

Emotions hit me in the center of my chest. He saysalwayslike this will be a recurring situation. Like we’ll have lots of sleepovers instead of this being a one-night thing, which is his usual routine.

I swallow hard, forcing the thoughts away, and take my turn to soap him up. God, his body is a work of art, all muscle and ink that makes him look so damn good.

“Let me make it up to you,” I say after we’ve rinsed.

“What do you have in mind?” he asks, his blue eyes flaring wide as I shift a little, then drop to my knees in front of him.

“Reese—”

I clutch his cock and wrap my lips around his head, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say.

“Fuck,” he gasps, thrusting a little into my mouth.

I grin around him, stroking him with one hand and swirling my tongue around his thick head with the other. It’s definitely his turn for a little attention. He’s given me plenty. Need bolts down my spine, my blood hot beneath my skin, the water bouncing off of Nash and onto me.

I relax my jaw and take him into my mouth as far as I possibly can, my eyes watering a little as I move up and down on him. He’s big, and I have to continue stroking him where I can’t fit him in.

“Goddamn, Reese,” he groans, the sound making warm shivers dance over my skin. His fingers tunnel into my wet hair, and I moan around him, loving the desperate way he clings to me.

I’ve never been so starved for someone in all my life. Never wanted anyone as badly as I want him. And it’s not just the sex, despite the current situation. It’s him. I like being around him. It makes no sense but all the sense in the world.

I suck on him harder, relishing the way he thrusts into my mouth like he just can’t help it. There’s something so damn sexy about unraveling him this way, and I’m so here for it.

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