Page 36 of Formula Chance

“Because there’s nothing more comical than two drunk people trying to get their clothes off while on the couch.”

Nash snickers, bending down to kiss me quickly before saying, “Then let’s take this to the bedroom.”

We steal down the hall, hand in hand, laughing and touching. His hands are all over me, the clothes come flying off, and then we’re naked on top of my bed where once again, he starts kissing my body.

I arch my back, my neck, and look at the ceiling, wondering how I got here and chastising myself for ever letting this go.

Nash’s touches are slow, his fingertips tracing intricate patterns along my sides, causing me to writhe beneath him. He was always like that… never in a rush to get to the end with me.

The exact opposite of how he is on the track, and that always made me feel like I had a piece of Nash Sinclair no one could ever hope to understand.

The heat of his body presses against mine, his ragged exhales sending tremors through me. Nash’s lips find their way to my ear, his voice a velvety whisper that sends shivers down my spine. “You taste like everything we’ve shared. The sweetness of victory, the saltiness of tears, the spice of lust,” he murmurs before nuzzling under my jaw just so he can make his way back to my neck. I gasp at the sensation, my hips twisting beneath him.

“You’re a fucking poet,” I mutter before demanding, “Give me more.”

Nash chuckles at my neediness and slides down my body. He grabs my thighs and positions himself between them, and I feel the warmth of his breath on my most intimate area before he begins to explore it with the tip of his tongue.

I cry out at that first soft touch, buck against the feelings, and his fingers dig into my muscles to hold me in place. The man works his magic, every flick of his tongue, every stroke of his skilled fingers sending waves of pleasure crashing through me and threatening to consume me whole. He knows exactly what I need because he’s given it to me countless times before. Things may have been forgotten, but he remembers all too well how to play my body like a violin.

The tension starts to build within, almost to a painful level. A guttural moan rips from me as his tongue lashes, and with two fingers thrusting inside of me, Nash sends me over the edge in a free fall of blistering ecstasy.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Nash murmurs as he continues to lave my clit, causing more sparks of pleasure to pulse through me.

My hands go to his head, trying to push him off, but he refuses. He licks at me until the last of the orgasm fades into a cherished memory and my flesh becomes too sensitive. “Nash,” I gasp, pushing on his head. “I need you inside me.”

He growls a refusal.

“Please,” I moan, and something about my voice breaks him out of his focus. He lifts his head, lips shiny with my wet, his eyes wild with unsated hunger. “Now.”

Nash smiles, slow and leisurely, and starts a slow climb up my body. He spreads my legs, lifting one up with his hand to the back of my thigh. Pressing his opposite elbow into the mattress, I feel the head of his cock against me and then he’s pushing his way in.

He’s big but my body recognizes him. Opens, blooms and invites him in. He slides deep, filling me up so fully I’m on the verge of blacking out from how good it feels.

Nash groans like a dying man. “How could I have forgotten how fucking good this is?” he asks between gritted teeth.

His hips start to pump, and I can’t even open my mouth to speak. Suddenly, I’m drowning in such intense pleasure I can do nothing but hang on for the ride.

Driven to prolong this, Nash fucks me slowly. He forces my hands above my head again so I can’t touch him and uses his hips alone to drive us both higher. I can only lock my legs around his hips and just… feel.

We stare at each other, no words needed. Both of us know that our lives just changed radically.

His lips touch mine, his cock tunneling deep, and when he lifts his head, he says, “I need you to come again.”

His words are so sincere, so needful for me to have another moment of perfect pleasure, that I start to unravel. Nash watches me carefully as my body bucks and back arches, his hips never missing a beat as he fucks me faster and harder.

And then he starts to fall, neck muscles corded as he grits his teeth through the explosion, looking lost and found at the same time. I love watching him lose control and it intensifies the pulses of my release as we cling together.

It feels cataclysmic, completely wrecking, and we collapse to the bed in a tangle. I’m beyond exhausted, the last reserve of the bitterness I’d been holding on to swept away. I’m drowsy and a smile plays on my lips as Nash wraps his powerful arms around me.

I mumble, “I forgot how much I loved that.”

Forgot how much I love you, but I don’t voice that.

Instead, I burrow into him and fall into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER 13

Nash

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