a/n: SPICE TIME!!
*explicit content ahead, in case it's not your cup of tea, move on to the next chapter.*
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RIVER
The weight in the room shifts.
Nash reaches behind me, locking the door and reducing the distance between our bodies. My skin turns hotter— if that's possible— and the air gets stuck in my lungs.
The tension grows thicker, my lips part and his eyes darken with hunger. He tilts his chin forward and before I know it, his mouth is on my neck.
My smooth skin fills with goosebumps, head to toes, coming alive the moment of the first contact. One of my hands lifts to his hair own instinct, pulling the strands on the back.
He groans against my skin, finding my soft spot and leaving me defenseless, my legs weakening. Nash sucks on the sensitive area, caressing it.
Tracing a line of kisses all the way to my earlobe, he takes it between his teeth and bites it. Hard. Unable to control myself I moan loudly, wanting him to do it again.
"I need you to be quiet for me, peach, unless you want everyone to hear you." Nash whispers against my ear, squeezing my waist softly.
He's right, while the majority is downstairs, anyone on the stairs has a chance of hearing us. Damn him for making me a screaming mess.
Moving his tender, soft, rosy lips to my jaw I lock gazes with Kingston. My head starts to turn dizzy with all the things this man is doing to me and all the things his eyes tell me he wants to do.
Tempting further, he kisses the corner of my mouth, just before backing away and leaving me wanting more. The smugness on his face showing that he knows exactly what he's doing.
"You're such a tease," I argue.
He hums, smirking, "And you like that."
Rolling my eyes playfully, because I refuse to admit he's right, I stare at him intensely as Nash slowly drops to his knees. My eyes grow wide and my heart misses a beat.
His hands brush against the soft skin of my legs, taking a strong grip when they reach my thighs. Biting my bottom lip, I press them together, feeling my core throbbing.
Once he starts unbuttoning my mini skirt, I take the chance to step out of my boots, leaving me only in my wine red panties with a small bow.
Feeling sexy in underwear is a process in every girl's life, it only became one of my favorite things to shop for a few years ago. I started feeling sexy in it, but nothing compares to the power of his dilated pupils stare.
Bringing his hands to the back of my knees, Nash lifts my body— as if it was light as a feather— and helps me hook my legs over his shoulders.
A small gasp escapes my lips, my back hitting the door behind me, my gaze growing with anticipation and excitement.
With his strong hands holding me in place, his lips not leaving one of my thighs un-kissed. Once he reaches the red material, his eyes snap back to mine when he sees the 'kiss here' tattoo, right above an old scar.
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