“I’m not hungry.”
“I’m fucking starving, pretty girl.” He latches onto my clit, flicking his tongue fast over the aching spot, his big hands toying with my boobs.
Not for long, because within a minute, he moves one hand to cover my mouth, making me realize I have zero control over the sounds I make when he’s between my legs. He sucks again, his hot tongue playing me like an instrument and the pressure mounts, the orgasm rushing to the surface.
A loud knock shakes the door, making my eyes pop open and the top half of my body bow off the bed. Nash doesn’t stop. Not for another few seconds until a familiar voice seeps into the room.
“Sorry to...interrupt, but I need a word,” Chloe says from outside.
“Zero respect for mealtimes,” Nash huffs, his biceps bulging as he brings himself up, his features pinched. “Don’t move, Hailey. I’m not done here.”
“I can tell it’s not a good time, but I...” Chloe continues. “Well, I’m looking for Hailey. She’s not in her room. Have you seen her?”
“More of her than you want to know, Chloe,” he whispers, bending his elbow like he’s doing a push-up, and kisses my lips. “Don’t move.”
He shimmies into his t-shirt, crosses the room and cracks the door open, enough to see Chloe but block her view.
“Hi,” Chloe chirps, uncertainty in her tone. “Is Hailey here? You left the party together last night so I figured—”
“She’s here and she’s fine.”
“Oh, okay, good. You have a visitor, Hailey,” she says louder. “Dear Melinda’s looking all over the place for you.”
I fetch my discarded t-shirt from between the pillows, jump out of bed, and duck under Nash’s arm as soon as I’m decent. “Did she say who it is?”
“Oh, thank God you’re okay, babe.”
“Of course she’s okay,” Nash clips, his arm pulling me flush against his chest. “She asked you a question. Who’s the visitor?”
“Some guy. Tall, old... Melinda didn’t introduce us.”
“My dad,” I breathe, trying to wriggle out of Nash’s hold, but he pulls me further into him. “He’s probably freaking out that I’m not in my room. Where are they?”
“Cafeteria. I’ll tell them I found you and you’ll be down in ten...” She cocks an eyebrow at me, “...fifteen minutes, shall I?”
With a wry smile when I nod, she marches down the corridor, her soft steps barely detectable in the humof conversations blending together as they seep from the surrounding rooms.
Nash closes the door, spins me around, and presses me against the hard, cold wood, his brown eyes annoyed, a frown creasing his forehead. “Why?”
“What do you meanwhy?”
“Why is your dad here, Hailey?”
The steady thump of his heart contradicts the wild look on his face and I realize why he’s so agitated.
“I don’t know.” I pinch my lips into a thin line, holding off a smile. “He didn’t tell me he was coming.”
Nash is an enigma. I’ve seen so many sides of him already, and I have a soft spot for every single one. From the downright rude and aggressive, through helpful, and somewhat friendly, to this protective man before me.
He’s all those things and more. Layers upon layers of personality, some meticulously hidden away, peeking out when his guard slips, some on display, all equally alluring.
“I’m sure he’s only visiting,” I say, smoothing the nonexistent creases on his t-shirt. “He won’t take me away.”
Looks like I struck a chord, because he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. “He better not. I’ll find you, Hailey. You can’t hide from me, pretty girl.”
“Wasn’t my intention. I’ll come over when he’s gone, okay?”
“I’ll stop by your room when I’m done. I have a few things I need to take care of.” He pushes away from me, his shoulders still squared. “Go on, Hailey. Go see what your dad wants. It must be important if he came all the way from Ohio.”
