Page 70 of Beating Heart
“I thought you didn’t do relationships. Isn’t this sort of your shtick? Casual sex. One-night stands. Flings. Hookups. Whatever the kids are calling it these days,” I said with a chuckle.
Had I ever been this comfortable with a man?
I’d dated Collin for more than a decade, and it was never like this. It was never easy and playful.
“Did you literally just list every description for a hookup that you know?”
“Yes, I believe I did.”
He leaned down and nipped at my bottom lip before kissing me hard and groaning into my mouth. And just like that, my body was on fire again. My fingers tangled in his hair. I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted more.
He pulled back and smirked. “Yes, casual hookups are normally my thing. Not that I do them a lot, but when I do go out and have some fun, it’s always casual. But this feels different.” He held up his hand to stop me. “I know you aren’t staying, but while you’re here, I want to do this right.”
“You don’t have to treat me like a porcelain doll. I’ll be fine. I’ve made it clear that I want this. I want you.”
“And you’ll have me. But you’ve been fucked over enough for one lifetime. How about you let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated? Even if it’s just for a few weeks or a few months.”
A lump formed in my throat, and I nodded. “Fine. I can get on board with your chivalrous plan. So why are we here?”
“I said I was going to make you feel good, and I meant it. I can do that without sticking my dick in you, or didn’t your ex ever show you how that’s done?”
My breaths were coming faster now as the anticipation of what he planned was building. “Well, you do have the best balls in town.”
A wide grin spread across his face. “And the best tongue, too. Do you trust me?”
I shouldn’t trust anyone, but I did trust this man. Maybe I was a fool. Maybe I’d get burned again. But I didn’t care in the moment. I nodded, and his mouth was on mine again.
He kissed me until my lips ached. I bucked up against him, desperate for release, as we made out and dry-humped like horny teenagers. And just when I was ready to lose my mind, his hand moved to the hem of my skirt. Fingers slid up my thighs, and he slid my panties to the side and dipped in.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re soaked.”
My eyes fell closed at the feel of his fingers on my clit, teasing me the way they circled and then sliding down to my entrance.
“Nash,” I groaned into his mouth before he pulled back.
“I know, baby. You’re desperate to feel good. I’ve known it since the first time I saw you. I knew you needed to let go. And I can make you do that, if you trust me.”
“I trust you,” I whispered. “Now stop teasing me.”
His free hand moved to my shoulder and slipped the strap of my blouse down my arm before doing it to the other side. I wasn’t wearing a bra because I didn’t have a whole lot there to cover, and I sure as hell hadn’t realized I’d be lying like this in his bed. But I wasn’t complaining because I’d never felt so good.
He sucked in a breath as his eyes raked over my breasts. My nipples were rock-hard, eager for his mouth on them. His fingers were stroking me between my thighs, and the sensation was almost too much.
“Look at those pretty pink nipples and perfect tits. Fuck, Emerson. You’re so beautiful it’s hard to look at you sometimes.”
The irony was not lost on me.
I’d never felt more beautiful in my life than I did when this man was looking at me.
I barely knew him, yet he made me feel seen.
His mouth covered my breast, tongue flicking my nipple, just as his finger slipped inside me, and I nearly lunged off the bed. He chuckled against my chest before moving to the other side, taking turns licking and tasting and driving me mad.
He did this for the longest time, sliding in a second finger and moving in and out in the perfect rhythm.
Over and over.
