Page 84 of Twisted Truths
“Fuck, Hadley,” he draws out on a soft moan. “I’m trying so hard to take things slow and make this feel good for you, but I’m desperate to feel you wrapped around me.”
“I want this, Nash,” I breathe, tentatively stroking him over his clothes. “Please.”
His free hand comes up to cup my cheek, and he kisses me softly, reverently. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I tell him.
He kisses the tip of my nose before slowly pulling his fingers out of me.
I wince slightly at the sting, suddenly feeling empty as my pussy contracts around nothing.
Nash leans back on his knees and licks my release clean off his digits, and I shiver as his intense gaze never leaves mine. He helps me sit up, removing my tank top before kissing me again.
I’m so caught up in the moment, I don’t have time to process being completely naked in front of him. Growing bolder, I push at the waistband of his sweats, and he breaks off our kiss with a chuckle that warms my insides.
“A bit impatient, little possum?” he teases.
My cheeks heat, and I duck my head against his chest, but he tilts my chin up to look at him. “Never hide from me, Hadley. Ever. I want you, don’t ever forget that, okay?”
Swallowing hard, I nod.
He smiles and rubs his thumb over my kiss-swollen lips. “Lie down and get comfortable for me. I need you relaxed.”
I comply to his instructions, nestling against his pillows as he climbs off the bed and opens his bedside table to retrieve a condom.
My stomach flips, and I fist his sheets, squirming slightly. I can’t take my eyes off his muscular frame, and when he finally pushes his sweats down his legs and his impressive manhood springs free, my breath hitches at the sight of it.
I can’t help but stare, wondering how the heck it’s supposed to fit inside me. He dips his head, gripping it at the base and stroking while he rips the foil package with his teeth. When he rolls the condom down his length with practised ease, my nerves and self-doubt kick in.
Nash is a smoking hot NBA player. I’m sure he’s been with a lot of experienced women. Women who know how to please a man. He’s already given me multiple orgasms. What if sleeping with me is a letdown for him? What if he regrets it and rescinds his offer for me to go to the States with him?
A tear spills from the corner of my eye, and I blink rapidly, trying to hold off the rest. I don’t want to lose him because of my lack of experience in bed.
Blowing out a deep breath, he turns to look at me, a frown immediately marring his expression.
“Hey,” he says, crawling onto the bed next to me. Lying on his side, he pulls me into his embrace, his erection pressing against my hip between us. “What’s wrong? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I’m not going to pressure you into it, Hadley.”
“It’s not that,” I say, sniffling. “I want to, it’s just … I don’t … I’ve never done this before, and I want it to be good for you. I want to please you like … like the others.”
A small huff falls from his lips, and he leans back to meet my eye, but I bury my face in his chest.
“Look at me,” he murmurs.
I shake my head.
“Hadley, please look at me.”
Running my tongue over my swollen lips, I reluctantly lift my gaze to his warm chocolate one.
“I’m not going to lie to you,” he says softly. “I’m not a virgin, but I don’t know what gave you the idea I’m some kind of player.”
I try to duck my head, but his fingers find my chin, making it impossible to look away.
“There was one girl in high school, a couple in college and after. Basketball takes up most of my time, and I’m not into hooking up with random strangers. I want more than that, and while we haven’t known each other long, we have an unexplainable connection.”
He lifts my hand to rest over his racing heart.
“This is more than sex, Hadley. If you tell me you’re not ready, I will happily wait, but I’m not worried in the slightest about whetheryou’llplease me. Sex with you will be one of the most memorable experiences of my life, because it’s not about sticking my dick in you. It’s about putting all the pain and trauma behind us and focusing on being happy with one another. It’s about focusing on our future together rather than being scared of the past. Whether or not we have sex tonight, I’ll be happy holding you in my arms and learning every part of your body, because I’m falling for you, Hadley. From the day I met you, you took my breath away, and even though I fought it, I think there’s a reason we found each other.”
