A year ago, a month ago, hell, even a week ago, I would have said “no.”
I would have pushed him away and come up with an amazing excuse for it. I would have said I was too busy, too tired, too swamped with work or school. I would have said it was inappropriate. I would have said “I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”
I would have said a million different things and they would have all been lies because right here, right now, all I want is Nash.
He kisses the rest of the way down my chest until he’s nuzzled between my breasts. They’re normal breasts. Like the rest of me, I consider them to be perfectly average. I’m a full “C” cup and my chest is sprinkled with little freckles.
I think Nash likes them.
He licks between my breasts, then shifts to one side and takes my nipple in his mouth. I let out a groan when he does. He’s not sucking slow or softly now. No, Nash is practically devouring me with need in this moment.
He’s going to make me come undone.
My hand grips the railing and I hold on tight. My knees wobble and threaten to give out at this moment, but I can’t fall. I need this too much. I want it too much. Nash has been nothing but perfect the entire time I’ve known him: as a wolf and as a man.
Today, in the pale morning light, I want to show him just what that means to me.
So I stay still as he continues his exploration, knowing that soon it’ll be my turn. Soon I’ll get to do the same to him. Soon I’ll get to touch every inch of his skin.
I close my eyes, focusing all of my senses on what he’s doing. His hands and tongue glide along my skin and I want to memorize the way they feel. Years from now, if I manage to make it out of this alive, I’ll remember this moment.
I’ll remember the moment when Nash saw me for me and made me free.
I’ll remember the moment when Nash released me from the prison of ordinary.
I’ll remember the moment when Nash made me feel beautiful.
He bites my nipples gently, each in turn. The sensation is pain mixed with pleasure, but I actually kind of like it. Who knew? It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before, but I think I could get used to it. His hands grip my ass and he pulls me into him, pressing my breasts tighter into his face.
I couldn’t possibly get any closer.
And he’s tasting me.
“You’re delicious, darling,” he murmurs, and I grip his shaggy hair. He keeps it just a little bit too long, just a little bit past the line of “businessman” and into the “edgy musician” area. If I were meeting him in another situation, I would guess that he was in a band or worked at a coffee shop.
I wouldn’t guess wolf, but I can see it now.
“More, please,” I murmur, not sure what I want. I don’t know what I need in this moment, just that it’s not enough. This isn’t enough. I’m craving all of him, everything he has to give me. I’m craving his touch on me, his body, his heart.
I don’t even know.
I just know that I need Nash to completely own me right now because in this moment, I am lost.
He smiles up at me and I get the distinct impression he was waiting for me to start begging before he moved his lips lower. He kisses me softly on the belly, moving down my abs. He makes his way to my hips and nibbles, bringing those nerves to life. He repeats the treatment on my other side and soon I’m panting for breath, knowing where this is leading, knowing that he’s so close he can smell me.
He’s so close that he’s about to taste me.
“You’re beautiful, Scarlett,” he murmurs.
Then he licks me.
15.
Red
My body ignites as Nash swipes his tongue across my heated skin. He licks my pussy like he’s a starving man and I’m the only thing that can satisfy. When I come, I cry out and my voice echoes throughout the forest.
I melt, my legs giving out. Nash chuckles and catches me, then carries me into the cabin. He closes the door behind him with his foot, then walks me over to the bed. He sits and holds me on his lap.