Page 53 of Seein’ Red

“You. I need you.”

“Then you shall have me.”

I lean back, taking a moment to stare at him. Our eyes lock, his beautiful brown eyes warm and welcoming. I let myself get lost in them, their intensity increasing with each second, enveloping me, causing that warmth to grow stronger.

Everything I’ve ever felt about Nash Keller is right there, reflected back in those eyes. The mix of emotions, the push-pull, the unspoken moments. All of it. Including all the things I’ve never wanted to admit to feeling about him.

Especially all the things I’ve never wanted to admit to feeling.

The sweet, innocent little tingle of warm fuzzies that I felt in my chest as a teenager whenever he smiled at me. The one that has never really gone away. That is so present in this moment I want to burst.

Instead, I run my fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face. He shudders, as if my touch is magic, having the power to make him feel things too. Fuck, I hope so. I want this moment to be just as all-consuming for him as it is me.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Willa,” he mutters, eyes still locked on mine.

I smile, swiveling my hips against his, feeling the bulge in his jeans. One of the buttons on his fly catches the seam of my sleep shorts just right, hitting me exactly where I need, a jolt shooting through.

Oh, shit…

“I know one thing I do to you…”

Nash groans, hips jutting upward, clearly chasing the same friction I am.

“You do tend to have that effect.”

“I like having that effect on you.”

Nash groans again, throwing his head back. I chuckle, changing the directions of my hips, angling them to make more contact.

Loosening his hold on me, Nash’s hands slip under my cami, gliding up my sides, taking it as he goes. He leans forward, capturing my mouth again, his lips soft and strong against mine. He kisses me slowly, gently, deeply, as if he has all the time in the world, only breaking it to pull my top over my head. He returns just as quickly though, as if my kisses are what he needs to survive.

A rough, calloused fingertip swipes at my nipple, making it pebble, the rest of me on alert. He repeats the motion again, then does it on the other side, a slow tease to my very receptive body. I can feel myself growing wet with each new swipe, his kisses languid and unhurried.

Part of me is loving this pace. This slow, lazy discovery. It’s a far cry from the hate-fueled lust that normally dictates our actions. The frenzied quickies and grab-ass sessions in stolen moments. This doesn’t have a timeline. There isn’t a hard stop or a looming deadline. It’s whatever we want it to be.

A nibble to my bottom lip, and Nash breaks away, kissing along my jaw, then down my neck, careful to be extra gentle there. Each kiss feels like a brand, an invisible marking of his territory. I lean back, offering it up to him, like a vampire’s willing victim.

The trail of hot kisses continues, reaching my breasts. At the same time, a hand slides up my thighs, into my shorts. My eyes flutter closed, my mind unable to process everything I’m feeling and experiencing. Between the laving of my nipples and the fingers dancing around my core, it’s sensory overload.

“You are so beautiful,” Nash whispers into my ear.

I open my eyes, my gaze locking with his again. It’s so powerful. In all the times we’ve been together, I’ve always avoided eye contact as much as possible. Probably because I subconsciously knew that he would own me otherwise. That my heart wouldn’t stand a chance staring into his soul like this, letting him see into mine.

His hand dips between my legs, moving freely and easily since Nash somehow rid me of my shorts. I have no idea what kind of magic that is, or how he accomplished it while focusing so intently on my breasts, but now’s not the time to ask. Not as his fingers glide through my wetness, playing with my entrance.

“Mmmmhhmmmmmm.”

“You’re so wet for me.” Two fingers slide in me easily and I moan again, his thumb hovering right above my clit. “And tight. Beautiful, wet, and tight.”

I wiggle, trying to make contact with his thumb, and Nash chuckles. He knows what I want. He knows my body as well as I do, and can make it sing.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait.

I cry out, as the instant pleasure from him circling my clit rockets through me. Lightning shoots through my veins, my orgasm hovering right under the surface in an instant. I don’t know if it’s the hormones, all the emotions, or what, but I have never felt like this.

So powerful. So electric. So connected to another human.

Except, I need more.