Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Yeah right,” she laughs.
“I can.”
She looks me up and down, a sense of challenge churning in her eyes. She turns around and locks the door. “Prove it.”
“What?” I ask, blood racing hot through my veins.
“Prove it,” she says again.
“You seriously want me to?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“There are no cameras in here, Reese.”
“Do you need them?”
“Not at all.”
She grins, something wild flashing over her eyes. “Then prove it.”
CHAPTER 6
REESE
Holy shit.
Did I really just tell Nash freaking Stokehill to prove it?
Yes, yes I did.
My heart races in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins.
I locked the door. Who the hell am I?
I’ve never been this bold before.
Is it because the thing we have going isn’t real? It’s all-inclusive no-strings fun?
I blame his kiss.
He’s too good at it. It transformed me into a needy little thing that can’t say no to him and doesn’t want to.
“Say it one more time for me, Reese’s Pieces,” he says, taking a step closer to me.
I grin. He may be a cocky bastard sometimes, but he always wants clear and concise confirmation of consent from me. It’s really refreshing when some of my exes didn’t ever bother asking after we’d gone official.
Not that Nash and I were official. Business partners. That’s all.
Business partners who are clearly attracted to each other, and I can’t deny the boost of sheer confidence I feel rushing through me from the way he’s looking at me.
“I want you to prove it, Stokehill,” I say, my voice betraying the slight hint of nerves I feel. I mean, we’re about to get more intimate than a simple kiss for the cameras. It may mean nothing to him, but it’ll mean something to me. “If you want to,” I add. “You’re not obligated. If you were just boasting—”
“I wasn’t,” he cuts me off, then spans the space between us, his mouth colliding with mine.
I gasp, my eyes instantly closing as his lips press against mine.
Jesus, this man.
My heart flutters in my chest, tingles shooting along my skin at the contact.
He moves us, pressing me against the closed door, never breaking our kiss.
“I’ve been thinking about this for what feels like forever,” he says, running his hands along my body. He slides them around my waist, palming my ass to haul me against him.
I gasp at the sensation, absolutely melting at the way he handles me.
“I may have thought about it too,” I admit between kisses.
His light blue eyes fill with pride. “What did you think about?” he asks, kissing me hard and quick before pulling back.
Warmth races over my body, but I’m too deep into the anticipation to stop the game now. “Your hands on me,” I admit.
“Fuck yes,” he says. “Let me give you reality to match that.”
He dips down to kiss me again, his tongue sweeping against mine in claiming sips, each graze making my body tighten with need. The man kisses me like he’s starved for me and me alone. It’s truly a beautiful fantasy to get lost in.
His hands are on my hips, sliding beneath the Badgers jersey I wear and hooking into the band of my leggings. I gasp when he slips his hand beneath the fabric, drawing back to meet my gaze as he drags his fingers over my underwear.
I tremble at that first touch, my heart jolting in my chest and fire pulsing through my veins.
He watches me as he pushes my underwear to the side and strokes me with nothing between us.
I whimper, arching into the touch.
“Fuck, Reese,” he groans, curling those fingers. “You’re a goddamn dream.”
I reach for him, fisting his shirt as I bring our mouths back together. I have no words, no voice. Everything in me narrows to his touch, to the way he teases me in light grazes that leave me throbbing for more.
“Nash,” I sigh his name, breaking our kiss as he plunges two fingers inside me, upping the intensity.
He sucks on my bottom lip, pure male pride shining along his features as he watches me react to him. “You’re so fucking sexy, Reese,” he says, curling his fingers as he shifts against me, hooking his free hand around the back of my knee to hike my leg around his hip.
I whimper, the angle allowing him to stroke me so much deeper. My head is spinning, my pleasure building inside me like a storm. I’m reduced to nothing but feeling, nothing but the need to chase that release.
Nash uses the heel of his palm, pressing it against my pulsing clit, and I rock against it, shivering at how good it feels. I kiss him again, my breath hitching at the way his fingers and tongue have rendered me completely at his mercy.
No one has ever taken control like this or been so confident when touching me. It’s incredible.
Pleasure coils low in my core, and I rock against him harder.