Page 32 of Slapshot Obsession
I kiss him back, consumed by him, wanting to take as much as I give.
When my back hits the washer machine, that’s running, I gasp, surprised.
Nash grabs my wrists with one hand, lifting them over my head while he lowers my tank top with the other.
I’m still wearing his hoodie, but he hadn’t pulled the zipper all the way up past my chest.
The cold air of the laundry room hits my overheated skin and I gasp.
“So fucking perfect.” Nash murmurs, leaving my mouth to trail hot kisses down my neck.
A whimper escapes me when he reaches my nipples, closing his mouth over the hard, needy peaks.
“Oh, fuck.” I gasp as Nash’s tongue swirls around my nipple right before his teeth come to play.
Sensation travels down my body, all the way to my clit. Liquid heat pools between my legs, and I squirm until he lifts his head from my chest to look at me.
“What do you want, Trouble?” His eyes are dark, his voice rough, and almost all my fear is gone.
“You,” I whisper, and it’s the truth.
I don’t know if I can trust Nash. I’m almost sure he’s going to walk away again after he takes what he wants. But right now I don’t care as long as I get what I want too. Even if it’s just for a few minutes.
He lifts his head and takes my lips again. This time, though, the aggression of a few minutes ago is no longer there.
His mouth is still demanding, but the kiss is deeper, slower.
“Nash,” I beg. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. I just need more.
“What do you want, Trouble?” He growls against my mouth. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nod, not trusting my voice. I’m turned on, desperate, and still a little scared.
Is Nash my stalker? If he is, I’m playing with fire. If he isn’t, someone might still be out there watching us.
But every thought of my stalker vanishes when Nash lets go of my wrists and hoists me up, placing me on top of the washer machine.
The vibration of the appliance reverberates through me, and a wave of burning pleasure makes the space between my legs throb almost painfully.
My mouth pops open, but no sound comes out as I realize I’m already close to the edge.
“I don’t need the spin cycle to make you come.” His dark green eyes are intense, but there’s a hint of amusement in the curve of his top lip. “But why not try something new? Lift your butt, Trouble. Help me get you out of those sexy shorts.”
I do as I’m told, captive to his green gaze as he slides my sleep shorts down my legs.
“Fuck.” Nash’s eyes are fixed between my legs. “Last time I was so worked up, I didn’t even take a good look at that gorgeous, perfect pussy.”
He drops down on his knees, bringing his face level with my thighs.
Nash grabs me by my outer thighs, forcing me to slide down until my ass is hanging right on the edge of the washer machine.
“Nash, I?—”
He rests my thighs on his shoulders, his eyes traveling up the length of my body to meet mine. “I know, Trouble. You want me to fuck you and I swear I will. But last time I didn’t get to taste you and now I’m dying for you to come on my tongue.”
Fire licks the base of my spine at his words, but it’s nothing compared tothe feeling of his tongue delivering a firm lick up the entire length of my slit.
“Oh.” A strangled sound escapes me when he finds my clit and kisses it.
