Page 31 of Seein’ Red

“Still, you’re gonna pay for that.”

I shiver, my body continuing to betray me. Because I want every bit of whatever he’s about to dole out. My head tells me it’s a bad idea, but it’s getting vetoed. The physical connection between us is too strong.

Without another word, Nash twists, depositing me on the bed. My eyes are glued to him as he rips the shirt the rest of the way off, showing off his impressively chiseled chest. His gaze holds me in place, my breath slowing as he undoes his belt, then flicks the button of his jeans open, the whole thing a choreographed dance designed to turn me on.

Letting his jeans drop to the floor, Nash steps out of them, leaving him in nothing. Absolutely nothing. My eyes dance up and down his long, lean body, mouth watering at the sight of him like this.

Fuck me, is he a thing of beauty.

Tanned skin, a solid eight pack, and thighs that look like they’ve been carved out of marble go with biceps that are built for bear hugs. He’s seriously the perfect specimen. The kind of dirty dream you keep to yourself. All that manual labor has done him well.

“No skivvies? Little slutty, even for you, isn’t it?” I quip, trying to even the playing field. Naked Nash holds a power over me that can’t be explained.

“Just one less thing in the way.”

Nash takes ahold of himself, slowly stroking his cock as he replies. I’m a captive under his spell, watching the back and forth motion, unable to move. I’m paralyzed, heart racing, Nash hypnotizing me with his dick.

Then he stops.

Crawling onto the bed, he places a knee on either side of me, then leans down, his mouth capturing mine, kissing me hard, deep. So deep, I can feel it in my toes, my body squirming underneath him. Still, he doesn’t let up. Just continues to kiss me like both our lives depend on it.

I need more. So much more.

I need him. All of him.

“Nash…” I moan into the kiss.

“Princess…” he returns, nipping at my jawline.

A hand on either side of my head now, he looms over me like a villain, caging me in. My heart stops for a moment, our eyes meeting, holding on to each other. His deep brown irises are more than enough to get lost in—the color of the smoothest chocolate you’ve ever tasted, wrapping around you, holding you close.

There’s a duplicity to them, the lust-filled fire on the surface overshadowing something deeper that lies behind it. Something that sometimes I think only I can see. A part of him that he keeps hidden. Both the fire and shadow call to me, setting me alight.

He moves down my body, quickly ridding me of my shirt. Planting hot, wet, open-mouth kisses along my skin, it almost feels as if he’s branding me, my skin sizzling after each touch. His fingertips graze over my hips, thumbs looping into my yoga pants, shimmying them down.

“Tsk tsk, tsk…no panties,” he chides. “Now who’s the slutty one?”

Narrowing my eyes, I hiss, his question both pissing me off and turning me on. “I’m a lady, thank you.”

“Is that right?”

His thumb hits my clit, and pleasure surges through me from zero to sixty in no time flat. I yelp, my hips bucking in reaction, which only gives him a better angle. Two large, thick fingers easily slide in me, my body welcoming them.

“Gaaahhhh!”

“I dunno, Princess…a pussy this wet doesn’t seem all that ladylike to me.”

“Fuck off!”

Nash’s fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot only he can find, making my toes curl. Another circle of my clit with his thumb, and I whimper, completely at his mercy.

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck something, it’s just not off.”

As quickly as he started, he pulls his hand from me, raising it to his mouth, licking his fingers. A slow, deliberate tease, he weaves his tongue around each digit, showing off how talented that muscle is. My pussy aches, missing the attention, wanting more, and wishing it was that hand.

“But first, I do believe you need to pay for ripping my favorite shirt.”

I should have known that little tease was all it was going to be. That he had something else up his sleeve. Because that’s who he is. Teasing comes as naturally to him as breathing.