Of course.
“And that’s from Hunter. Do you have any outlets left?” he asks when he pulls a big bundle of white, fluffy-looking fabric out of the other bag.
“What the hell is that?” I ask while Nash has already found my multiple socket outlet and plugs in a cord before he spreads the blanket over my bed.
“This, pretty girl, is a heated blanket. Come on, get in. I want you warm and toasty.”
“Nash, this is all too much. Why are you guys buying me stuff? I don’t need anything. I don’t even want you here. You’reeverywhere now, and I-I’m still mad at you.” I’m stuttering, somehow trying to defend my stubbornness because, let’s be honest, I hate myself for pushing them away all the time.
But it’s the safer way.Letting them in will only hurt again.
“We wanted to get you something. You needed something warm in this goddamn cold hole. And for the record, I want to sleep somewhere warm too.” I’m about to open my mouth to protest once more, but he puts a finger over my lips. “Uh-uh. I’m staying. You can still be mad at me while I hold you.”
Who am I kidding?He’s going to stay no matter what I say, and honestly, if we forget about all that’s holding me back,I want him here.
He turns me by my shoulders and slaps my ass over the blanket hoodie, but it’s just a muffled pat. “Get in bed, Siren.”
So I relent and slide in and under the heated blanket, which is already warm and toasty.
Oh my God.
I let out a little moan at how good it feels on my cold-as-fuck feet. Nash gets in beside me and whispers, “I missed that sound.”
I shoot him a glare. “Behave, or I’m gonna kick you out.”
He reaches out and pulls me on top of him, his arms crossed right under my butt, the hood of my hoodie falling down to cover my head. Since we’re nose to nose and the hood is that big, it envelops his face, too, leaving us both in darkness.
“I’m always behaving. I’m such a good boy for you, Siren,” he whispers, and I can feel his breath on my lips. “Never pushing, although all I can think about is you. Never trying, although all I want is to taste those plush lips again. Never pressuring you, although I’m dying to lick you hard until you come apart on my tongue.” He moves his hips, and his hard-on presses against my pelvis. A little gasp comes out of me involuntarily. He groans before he turns to his side, manhandling me so we’re in a tightembrace. “I’m here becauseI love you,” he whispers, pulling the hood off my head and kissing my forehead.
I think my heart just stopped.
Did he?
“Nash—”
“Although I lovefucking youjust as much,” his soft voice is raspy as he finishes, and a small, huffed laugh is all I can manage as an answer.
Of course.That’s so Nash.
And I love it just as much as I love him.
I’m fucked.
“But I can wait. I can earn myself that privilege. Work for it. Good things are so much more enjoyable if you work hard for them.”
TWENTY-TWO
Almost sweating,I wake early, feeling warm and toasty in Nash’s arms. The hoodie blanket and my shirt have been pushed up to my chest because Nash’s arms have found their way around my waist, holding me close, his hands on my bare skin. He groans when I try to wiggle myself free, and I almost go weak because of it, him sounding so damn sexy while looking disheveled and radiating warmth.
It’s so damn tempting.
I think about whether it would be that bad to let my hand glide into his sweats, stroking the obvious morning wood he’s sporting. But I manage to free myself without touching any fun parts and grab my stuff for a run.
The need to clear my head is strong.
North is already waiting for me outside when I silently leave the van, raising an eyebrow but not saying a word. I’m not quite sure if he saw that I wasn’t alone or if he knew Nash had spent the night with me, but when I tip my head toward the restaurant to let him know I have to change first, he just gives me a sternyou-better-hurrylook.
Ugh.
