Might as well see how much farther I can sink.
My head spins just as much as my stomach flutters. The sensation mixes with desire when Nash leans down to put his forehead against mine. His breath, which still smells like pineapple, rushes over my lips and breathes away the last of my restraint.
When his lips meet mine again, they’re slow, soft, and sweet, and all I taste is pineapple. He cradles my head, thumbs stroking my jawline,and my heart gives in.
It feels so good, so good to be held like this. I can practically feel Nash’s feelings for me pouring out of his lips into mine.
When he breaks the kiss to whisper another “I love you” against my lips, I can’t help but whisper an “I love you” of my own against his.
He sucks in a breath when the words hit him before he kisses me some more, and I can feel his rapid heartbeat as his chest presses to mine.
Now, there’s nothing else left on my mind except feeling him all over me andinsideme. He squeezes my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple over the fabric of my sweater.
I need him.
“You know I promised to only undress you when you beg me for it,” he murmurs against my neck. “But I guess I’m the one begging for you to let me.” Straddling me, his hands at the hem of my sweater, he asks, “Can I,please?”
I nod, sitting up to help him strip me, my upper body exposed except for the bra covering my breasts. When my sweater is gone, Nash’s eyes zero in on my throat, and he reaches out to grab the necklace I’m wearing with a thumb and a forefinger.
Saylor’s necklace.
Fuck.
Would he be okay with what I’m doing right now?
Nash’s frown deepens when he inspects the necklace, only to suck in a breath when he turns it, reading Saylor’s name on the back.
“Wha-wha—” he starts stuttering before his eyes come up to mine, and he tries again. “How?”
“I found it in a maintenance hatch of one of the boats,” I reply, but I can see in his eyes that he knows there’s more to the story.
He mutters, “Can’t wait to hear all about it…later,” before pulling me in by the necklace to kiss me again.
Nash wraps his arms around me, fingers grasping for the clasp of my bra. I kiss him hastily, lightly nipping at his lower lip, reaching out for him, palming his strained cock under the fabric. When my bra finally comes loose, he tugs it off my body, tossing it to the floor and leaning back to admire my chest.
Nash squeezes my breast before leaning in to suck on my nipple. His free hand massages the other, pinching it lightlyuntil it’s perky against his fingertips. He circles his thumb as he continues to work my tits, making lewd noises as he releases my nipple with a wet pop, only to latch onto it again, sucking harder.
He moves to the other one, sucking until I squirm beneath him, whimpering in pleasure. Still completely clothed, he pulls his sweater over his head as well as his shirt until he’s naked from the waist up.
My fingers trail his abs, then down to the skin right above the hem of his jeans. Once I unbuckle his belt, he slides out of his pants and boxers. His cock is rock-hard and twitches slightly when I can’t take my eyes off him.
With a little help from Nash, I slide off my jeans, keeping my black G-string on.
He leans in to kiss me, just a short peck, before commanding, “Lay on your stomach.”
I do, watching over my shoulder to see what he’s doing. He lets his hands glide up and down my thighs, my sides, down my back, cherishing every curve, making goose bumps rise in his wake. His hands find my ass, massaging it. “God, you have no idea how fucking sexy you are,” he praises, his voice laced with desire while he slips a finger past the fabric, sliding it up and down my already wet slit, making me shudder and moan. “I fantasized about having you like this.”
Losing his composure, he slaps my ass and grips my panties, ripping them off my body before he leans down and licks me like a starving man. He grabs my hips and pulls me up so he has a better angle to stick his tongue right into me, groaning loudly.
I have to grip the sheets, gasping for breath when he sucks and nips, circling my clit in the way only he can with perfect pace and pressure.
Jesus, the man can use that tongue of his.
“Nash.” I’m completely out of breath and close, oh so damn close already.
“Come on my face,” he commands, gripping my hips a little harder, dragging me closer, licking up the length of my slit before he finds my clit again.
It feels a little like worship. Like he’s been craving my taste just as bad as I was him.
