Page 72 of My Craving

Some of the tension leaves his face before he leans forward and brushes his lips over mine. “I didn’t know you could be sweet.” His laugh warms my mouth. “But don’t worry, your terrifying reputation is safe with me.”

I kiss him again, slower this time, keeping one hand against the side of his face.

“Go deo,” I murmur against his lips.

Nash pulls back just enough to look at me. “What does that mean?”

“Forever.”

He kisses me again before I slide my hands beneath his thighs and stand with him in my arms. Nash wraps his legs around my waist and tightens his arms around my neck as I carry him toward the bedroom. His face tucks against my neck, his breath warm against my skin, and every few steps his lips brush over whatever part of me he can reach. I’ve had enough of Alina, Maria, and everything else outside this house for one day. His legs tighten when I try to lower him to the floor.

“I need to put you down,” I say when his legs tighten around my waist. “I can’t get you naked if you don’t let go.”

“Right. Naked. I want that.” His feet barely touch the floor before trying to yank his shirt over his head. I catch his wrists.

“Slow.” The impatience on his face makes me smile, but I don’t release him. I turn one of his hands over and press my lips to the center of his palm before doing the same to the other.

“Every time we’ve done this, one of us has been trying to push the other as far as we can.” I bring his hand to my mouth again, kissing his wrist before moving slowly up his arm. “I don’t want that tonight.”

Nash watches me as I reach his shoulder and brush my lips beneath his jaw. “What do you want?”

“You.” I pull his shirt over his head and let it fall beside us before running my hands down his bare chest. There’s no rush this time and no contest over who gives in first. I kiss the side of his neck, his collarbone, and the center of his chest, learning what makes his breathing change and where his fingers tighten against my shoulders. By the time I lower myself to my knees, Nash has gone quiet. His fingers slide into my hair while I kiss my way over his stomach, and when I look up, his eyes are already on me.

Tonight, I have all the time I want with him, and I intend to use every fucking minute of it. I unsnap his jeans and work them slowly over his hips. Black lace comes into view beneath the denim, the boy shorts stretched tight over his hard cock. I stop for a moment just to look at him.

Nash’s fingers move through my hair. “You going to stare all night?”

I pull his jeans the rest of the way down and free his legs before running my palms back up the warm skin of his thighs. The lace sits high across his hips and curves around his ass, giving me plenty of bare skin to grab when I pull him closer. His breath catches when I press my mouth against him through the thin fabric. I can smell the citrus from whatever he used in the shower beneath the warmer scent of his skin, and when I drag my tongue along the waistband, his fingers tighten in my hair.

I slide the lace down his legs and toss it aside. Nash gives my hair a sharp tug when I look up at him, his head tipped back and his chest rising faster now. I run my hands over his thighs before leaning in again, taking my time with him until his legs begin to shake beneath my hands.

“Duncan.” His fingers tighten in my hair. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and I want you inside me.”

I give him one last kiss before rising, letting my mouth follow the same path back over his stomach and chest. His hands move between us, impatient fingers working at the buttons of my shirt without breaking our kiss. When one refuses to cooperate, a frustrated growl rumbles from him, and I chuckle against his lips. I’ve already lost one shirt to him. What’s a hundred more?

I grip both sides of the shirt and pull. The last few buttons scatter across the floor, bouncing against the hardwood. Nash pulls back just far enough to look at the damage before his eyes lift to mine.

“Fuck, so fucking sexy.”

He shoves what remains of my shirt from my shoulders, his hands immediately finding my skin. I gasp when he takes one of my nipples between his lips. Fuck. No one has ever done this to me before. He must notice my reaction because he does it again, slower this time, and the unfamiliar sensation sends heat straight through me.

Nash’s hands move lower. The button of my pants pops open, followed by the rasp of my zipper, and he reaches inside without bothering to push them down. His fingers wrap around my cock and give me one slow stroke.

I pull away long enough to strip out of the rest of my clothes, Nash watching me the entire time. The look on his face tests every bit of patience I claimed to have tonight.

I wrap an arm around his waist and take him with me as I lower us onto the bed. His bare skin presses against mine, and I hold him there for a moment before instinct takes over and I start to reverse our positions.

Nash plants a hand against my shoulder and keeps me on my back.

“I’m going to take care of you.” The resolve in his eyes leaves no room for me to argue. Reaching over, he grabs the lube from the nightstand and shifts until he’s straddling me. I watch as he pours some over his fingers and starts preparing himself, his mouth parting when he adds a second finger. Every instinct I have tells me to take over, but I keep my hands on his thighs and let him set the pace.

Nash reaches for the lube again, then stops. “Condom?”

The question catches me off guard. “I’m negative. I was tested after the last person I was with, and I haven’t been with anyone since. I’ve never gone bare.”

“Same. I get tested regularly, and I’ve never not used one.” His fingers tighten slightly around the bottle. “I don’t want one, but I’m not making that decision for you.”

Neither do I. “I don’t want one.”