“No, you had your chance to explain,” I growled, getting more upset, pushing him with both hands.
He grabbed my wrists. “No, I didn’t—I didn’t have a choice in this, and you think that?—”
“You think I had a choice!?!” I yelled, trying to pull my hands back, but he wouldn’t let go.
“We didn’t have a choice and I’m starting to see that, that’s why I want to talk,” he snapped, pulling me closer.
“No, you shouldn’t wait a fucking year to speak to me,” I gasped, as he pulled me closer, moving my wrists to one hand and holding them to one side as he pushed me against a car.
“I’m trying to make this better,” he snapped. “I just want to talk, please.”
Our breaths were coming in quickly, our bodieswere close together and my body took notice of our position. He pressed his hard body up against my own. It would have been so easy to lift my leg over his hip to bring us closer together. I was not immune to Nash.
I’d like to say it wasn’t me who moved first, but all I remember was the heat of his lips on my own and the roughness of his goatee. He released my hands that found their way into his hair pulling him closer. Strong hands gripped my hips sliding up, one continuing their exploration until he cupped my cheek, tilting my head and I opened up like a flower blooming in spring. I gasped when his tongue touched my own and then it felt like we weren’t close enough.
My fingers grasped his longer blonde hair,hands pulling him closer even if he couldn’t come closer. He groaned when I sucked his bottom lip, grabbing a handful of ass, and hiking my leg over his hip.
“Fuuck,” he groaned again.
The sound elicited goosebumps over my body and I wanted more.
“Iris.”
My name was like a bucket of cold water on me. I leaned my head back, hitting the window hard.
Nash trailed kisses down my neck, unaware of the broken spell.
“Nash,” I said, pushing him back.
I wasn’t prepared for the wrecked look Nash was sporting. His lips were swollen, eyes half lidded and his hair was messy, but he looked at me ravenously. My traitorous lower body tightened her hold on him and we crashed together again. It wasn’t as gracious as the first time. We were starving. I was starving.
Nash hiked my leg higher, pressing his hard cock against my core and I whimpered wanting more. There were too many pieces of clothing between us.
“Fuck, Petal,” he groaned, after I sucked his tongue.
He thrusted against me, inciting images of what it would feel like to have Nash fucking me into the mattress. My stomach dropped at the image, and I needed that more than I needed air.
A shrill ring came from his phone and a buzz was coming from his front pocket. The sensation was too close to my pussy that desperately needed attention. The ringing stopped as Nash kissed and sucked on my neck when his phone rang again.
“Fuck, that might be my agent or my PR manager,” he growled, reaching into his pocket kissing me as he brought the phone to his ear.
“What?” he snapped, dragging his teeth along my jaw.
“Bad day?”
The sound of his brother’s voice was a shock to my system. I jerked, pushing him away and when he didn’t move enough, I tried again. This time he stepped back several steps.
“This isn’t a good time,” Nash said as we stared at each other.
I shook my head, grabbing my purse that had fallen off my shoulder at some point.
“Brooks, I gotta go,” he said quickly.
Panic surged through me as I grabbed my keys, walking to my truck, needing to leave before he got off the phone. Whatever we had done was a mistake.
“Don’t leave, Ivy!”
I rolled my eyes, opening the door when he caught it.
