Page 35 of Formula Chance

Nash pushes medown on the couch, bringing his body down on top of mine. Sure, the Stroh rum is making my head swim, but I’m more off-kilter because things have changed between us. We’re no longer ex-lovers. We’re no longer enemies. We’ve made amends and now we’re standing at a crossroads.

“Bex,” Nash whispers, rubbing his nose along mine. “Ask me to stay the night.”

“Of course you’ll stay the night,” I say, my lips quirking upward. “You’re too inebriated to drive.”

He rolls his eyes at me. “Not so inebriated that I don’t understand that by asking you to ask me to stay the night, that implies I want to fuck you and when that happens, things are going to change between us.”

“That’s a confusing mouthful,” I chide.

“You understand me well enough,” he says, his voice dark and promising. “There’s no going back after tonight.”

And yes… I understand. I know this man so well I knew what he was saying without him even saying it. “I don’t want to go back. I’d have never let you kiss me if I was looking anywhere but straight ahead.”

Rum be damned.

Relief washes across his face and his smile is so bright, it’s blinding. It reminds me of the days when I lived to make him happy, and I’m not sure where that all got lost. “We’re in accord, then,” he muses. “Let’s take advantage of just such a peace.”

“Kiss me again and make me remember all the times you used to make me see stars.”

Nash’s lips crash onto mine fervently, the weight of years of tension and longing finally released in that singular moment. The taste of rum lingers on his tongue, adding a fiery edge to the desires that burn between us. As we lose ourselves in each other, the world outside fades away.

The heat between us is palpable, each touch igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. Nash rolls us to our sides so we’re facing each other. His hands trace the curves of my body as he reacquaints himself with a long-lost lover, and I respond in kind, my fingers kneading into his shoulders as I pull him closer.

At this moment, I am consumed by an unfathomable need that floods every inch of my being. My body is strung tight with eagerness as his hands roam, desperate to hold on to this intense feeling and make it last forever.

What will he do to me? Will he drive me wild with pleasure or be content with just hearing my gasps and moans? The anticipation is almost unbearable, but it only adds to the thrill and heightens my excitement.

But then I think to myself…What am I waiting for?I can reciprocate just fine on my own.

I reach for the waistband of his jeans, eager to feel more of him. He shifts his hips, giving me access, and his piercing gaze locks onto mine, a hint of challenge.

Without hesitation, I unfasten the top button and lower his zipper. A sharp hiss escapes Nash’s lips as my fingers slip under the edge of his underwear and graze against the sensitive head of his cock.

“Damn, Bex,” he groans, overwhelmed by the intense sensation.

A mischievous grin spreads across my face as I tease him, knowing that he would never push me away. The Stroh has emboldened me, and despite the deceitful nature of my heart for leading me back to him, I can’t resist pushing his jeans and underwear down farther for better access.

“Lift your hips a bit,” I rasp, unable to get my hand around him.

He doesn’t hesitate and I’m able to push all the offending cotton and denim out of the way, freeing his erection. I roll off the couch, my knees hitting the carpet a little too hard, and I glance at Nash’s face. His eyes are hooded and dark with desire as he watches me, causing a flutter in my stomach.

With confidence fueled by alcohol and longing, I wrap my hand around his thick erection and lean forward, licking the head like it’s a lollipop. Nash’s body jerks in response, his hips moving forward as he curses under his breath. My grip tightens as I pull him closer, taking him all the way into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. Suppressing the gag reflex, I suck on him hard.

Nash groans out in pleasure, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me off him. At that moment, I fear that he’s angry, but when I look up at him, I can see the passion burning hotly. “I’ll last about ten seconds if you keep doing that,” he wheezes, pulling me across the cushion and pressing a hard kiss to my lips. “You’re the only one who can make me lose control, Bex.”

I raise an eyebrow curiously. “And that’s bad?”

“Tonight, it is,” he mutters. “Because… we can’t afford to mess this up again.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, lurching off the couch and pulling me to my feet. My head spins as he kisses me almost violently. I respond eagerly, our teeth clashing and tongues dueling for dominance. Even though he may not want my mouth on him right now, it doesn’t stop me from stroking his throbbing erection with rough, measured movements while our kiss becomes wilder and more desperate.

A laugh bubbles up in my throat when Nash’s large hand wraps around my wrist, pulling it away from him. I try to hold on, but he nips at my bottom lip hard enough to make it sting and my fingers involuntarily release their grip. Everything is still there between us—the same fiery passion we used to share. On the outside, it may look like we’re trying to destroy each other, but on the inside, we are thriving off the intensity of our desires.

With one swift movement, Nash pushes me back down on the couch and comes right down on top of me so he’s in the dominant position. His hand grips my wrists above my head and I’m utterly helpless. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of hunger and restraint. His lips descend upon mine, soft yet demanding, before trailing down my neck, each touch igniting a fire within me. His hands roam my body with purpose, the strength within them a testament that they’re truly healed from the crash.

I give myself over to him completely. He navigates every curve, every sensitive spot, as if we’ve not been apart for three years. His touch is as gentle yet deliberate, sometimes tentative but in a teasing way.

Lifting his head, he says, “Need to get you naked.”

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