A shudder works its way down my spine, and my nipples harden, pushing against the thin fabric of my tank top.
Nash advances, and I tell myself that if he tries to hurt me, my only defense is lifting my knee and trying to hit him between his legs as hard as I can.
Nash’s green eyes track my every movement, every breath.
“Trouble, are you cold?”
“I am.” It’s true, but it isn’t the only reason why I’m trembling. I realize that it’s a dizzying mixture of cold, fear, and arousal that’s making me shake like a leaf.
Nash unzips his hoodie and shrugs it off. “Turn around. This will make it better.”
I don’t even think about how dangerous it could be to turn my back to him, if he’s the one who’s been sending me those threatening messages. I just do as I’m told.
His hoodie lands on my shoulders, and warmth spreads through me. I’m immediately engulfed by his clean scent of soap with a hint of cinnamon.
“Here.” He tugs the zipper up, stopping right under my breasts. “Now let’s go check on your laundry. If it’s done, I can help you carry everything upstairs.”
I doubt that the clothes will already be dry. It must have been fifteen minutes tops since I switched everything to the dryers.
My first instinct would be to follow him as he heads to the laundry room. But if Nash were the sender of those messages, being trapped in a room with him would be really stupid.
“Hey Nash, did you text me at all tonight?”
He turns around. “No. But you’ve been in my thoughts all night.”
I’m not sure if I believe him. If he were the one who’s messing with me, he wouldn’t just admit it, right?
I decide to follow him but to stay behind him and to keep myself close to the door in case I’m making a mistake.
As predicted, the dryers are still working. There’s also one washer machine that’s running. Someone else must have come down here, because I’m positive that I put everything in the dryers.
“They have about twenty minutes left.” He bites out after checking the timers. “Do you want to wait?”
If I were alone, I wouldn’t even consider staying down here by myself for twenty minutes. But I don’t want to come back here later. “I guess. But we’ll get bored. What are we gonna do down here for twenty minutes?”
A devilish smile appears on Nash’s face. “Oh, I could think of a way or two we could kill time.”
He retraces his steps and closes the laundry room’s door.
Shit. I didn’t think this through when I thought I’d be able to run if things took a turn for the worse.
Goosebumps scatter all over my body as Nash’s smile fades away. He advances toward me, and I know that I’m at his mercy.
There’s nowhere to run if Nash is my mysterious stalker and there’s no way I could ever overpower him if he’s here to hurt me.
She was a gullible, foolish bitch.That’s probably going to be carved on my tombstone one day if these are the last few moments of my life.
Nash closes the distance between us with the same quick moves I saw him make on the ice earlier tonight.
He cups my face with strong, slightly rough hands. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Taryn.”
His mouth is hard, almost punishing, pressing against mine to claim.
I don’t even realize I’m opening for him when I feel his tongue brushing against mine. Every stroke is skilled, hot, and possessive.
He kisses me until I’m putty in his hands and my mind stops racing.
Would he kiss me like this if he wanted to hurt me? Iguess I’ll find out. It’s not like I could ever overpower him if his intentions weren’t good, but being kissed to death isn’t the worst way to go I can think of.
