He sprang to his feet with the agility of a gymnast then reached down to pull Aria into a standing position. Hand still entwined in his, she led the way upstairs before she could change her mind, not that there was any danger ofthat.She might have only just met Nash, but being with him felt right in a way she didn’t bother to question. She didn’t have even a modicum of doubt as she switched on her bedroom light and stepped aside for Nash to enter.
“Nice bed,” he said around a grin.
“Says the man who was more than comfortable on the living room floor.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a simple man. I don’t need much to be happy. Just me, my mate, and a flat surface.”
Aria shook her head, giggling like a teenager. “You’re impossible.”
Nash laughed then pulled her into his arms and all thought of laughter faded. He pulled her shirt over her head then kissed his way down her neck and chest before taking one of her nipples into his mouth through the delicate lacy material of her bra. Aria gasped, her back arching as if on its own volition. He reached behind her and snapped open her bra before pulling it off her arms.
He took hold of her breasts and leaned down to kiss her nipples without the barrier of fabric. She groaned as he sucked on a nipple and it instantly hardened into a tight little nub. He nodded in satisfaction then did the same thing to her other nipple.
Next, Nash kissed his way down her stomach and popped open the button of her jeans before pulling down the zipper. He tugged the jeans down her legs, and she lifted her feet one at a time so that he could tug the pants all the way off. After he’d tossed them to one side, he led her to the bed. She climbed on, holding out her hand for him to join her. He did, lying down beside her and pulling her to him, his lips finding hers as if guided by instinct alone.
They kissed for long moments and she succumbed to the forceful claiming that was his kiss. Nash’s hands seemed to be everyone at once, his touch much gentler than she had expected. He rolled them so that he could lie on top of her then she rolled him, straddling his hips, his impressive erection sitting between them proudly, the heat of it warming her stomach.
“I want you,” she said against his lips.
Nash growled and the next moment she was on her back again and he tore her panties off and threw the scraps of material on the floor before moving lower down the bed to feast on her. When his tongue found her clit, she moaned in delight, but then his teeth latched onto the little nub, and she all but came apart, shouting out her surprise and pleasure into the silence of the room.
“God, yes,” she groaned, closing her eyes, her head pressed back against the pillow.
Nash flicked his tongue over her clit again and again before sweeping it through her wet folds and her body began to vibrate the molten fire. Just when she thought she was about to come, Nash slowed down the movement of his tongue and mouth, giving her time to relax, before increasing the pressure and tempo again, tormenting her so deliciously that she never wanted it to end.
The sensations that rolled through her body were incredible, but Aria wanted more and it was almost a physical relief when Nash growled, “Are you ready to take me?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
The word had barely left her lips before Nash came up over her body again and captured her lips, pushing into her with one smooth, fluid stroke. That fire that had started to consume her spread to her heart. Being with Nash felt right, but this was on another level, a meeting not just of bodies, but of souls.
“Nash,” she breathed.
When he stared into her eyes there was a swell of emotion in the depths of his and she knew he was feeling the same thing she was—that this was meant to be.
“I’m sorry. I swear I’ll spend more time pleasuring you with my mouth next time we make love, but now, the first time, I just needed to be inside my mate.”
“Don’t apologize. This is perfect—exactly what I needed.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief. “Good.”
He thrust into her deeply and she lifted her hips to meet him move for move. His hands roamed over every inch of her they could reach, and Aria touched him everywhere too, learning every smooth plane and hard line of him by heart.
When he thrust harder, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight and as their already sweat-soaked bodies moved together, they found the same tempo, their hips moving in perfect synchronicity. On and on their bodies moved in their erotic dance, but when she looked up into Nash’s eyes, she was floored by the emotion she saw in their depths. She never would have imagined that such a big, strong man would have such an emotional side, but Nash looked positively choked up.
“My beautiful mate,” he breathed. “I’ve heard stories of how wonderful this would be, but they don’t do it justice.”
Aria became choked with emotion, too. She hadn’t heard any stories about what it would be like to be with a mate, of course, but she knew how important this was for Nash, how much it meant to him, and that meant a lot to her. Some part of her acknowledged that she’d met Nash only days ago, but it didn’t matter, it was as if she’d known him her whole life. Like their souls had called to each other from afar, and now they could both finally hear the call, and answer it.
It was a powerful, wonderful feeling to know that the man she was with was made for her and her alone, that the stars had aligned and fate had chosen them to be together. It made her feel so small and insignificant, and yet part of something greater, something profound.
They made love for a long time, their bodies moving together as if to the beat of their own drums.
Then, all too soon, Aria felt the telltale signs of an impending release start at the base of her spine and she chased it, lifting her hips more aggressively and begging wordlessly for the orgasm she so desperately craved.
Nash sped up the movement of his hips then, making love to her in earnest. Each time he thrust into her felt deeper than the time before and the harder he snapped his hips, the wetter she became and their movements had a rhyme and rhythm of their own.
“Nash,” she breathed, when her passion reached a height that it had never been to before. The tremors started inside her and radiated out from the core of her body.
