When I get upstairs and open the door to Nash’s suite, the sight takes my breath away. There’s opulent, and then there’sopulent.
A massive bed sits in the center of the room, and a wall of windows covers one side, overlooking the hillside. In front of the window is a huge soaker tub, and next to that a sitting area, where I can see a sweater that I assume belongs to Nash draped over one chair. The bed is made, and a suitcase is sitting beside it. A faint smell permeates the air; it’s fresh and spicy.Nash. I remember that scent from our night together and my body shivers in response.
What the hell am I meant to do now? It dawns on me that I have no clue how long he’ll be. And even though he said he doesn’t have any expectations of what we’ll do tonight, I know that’s not true for me. I want him. I never stopped wanting him, and in two years I haven’t had sex that comes even remotely close to what I experienced with Nash. So he had better plan on giving me a few orgasms tonight.
After half an hour scrolling through social media and pacing the room, I wander over to one of the chairs and sink down, staring out at the view. It might sound shallow, but I could get used to this level of luxury.
I’m in the middle of a game of Candy Crush on my phone, desperately trying to keep myself distracted, when there’s a knock at the door. The sound makes me jump, until I remember that Nash gave me his key card. Walking over to the door, I take a deep breath in and out before opening it.
Nash’s eyes meet mine immediately, and I see his handsome face relax into a ridiculously happy smile.
“You’re here.”
“Yup.”
In that moment, something shifts inside of me. Seeing him here, in front of me, with no one else around, I’m brought back to our first night together. In between orgasms we talked. Not about anything deeply personal, but enough to make me fall for him as a man, not just a sexy celebrity. And now, by some crazy twist of fate, I’ve been given another chance with him. A light switch inside of me turns on, and the energy between us changes into something more sensual. The memory of his hands and lips on my body is crystal clear, and I start to feel an ache between my legs. He closes the small distance between us, and when he reaches me, his finger ghosts across my cheek, drawing a sigh of pleasure from my lips. He leans in close, and I feel his hot breath against my ear.
“Don’t leave me tonight, okay?”
My heart cracks open at the vulnerability behind his words. But all I can do is nod, because his lips are tracing a line down from my ear, across my jawline, and down my neck. My hands come up to twist in his hair, but he pulls back.
“Emma, I want to talk. I swear I didn’t ask you to come here for sex,” he rasps. “Well, notjustfor sex.” The wicked smirk he gives me makes my heart pound. I need him. I pull his head down to meet mine, and for the first time in two years, we kiss. It’s just as explosive as I remember. His lips are soft, but they press firmly against mine. He tastes like mint, and our tongues slide against each other’s as he moves his hand down to cup my ass. Lust and arousal thunders through me at his touch.
“Can we talk later?” I hear the words fall out of me, and I don’t care how they make me sound. I need him. Now. His eyes search mine, only for a second, before his hands go to the bottom of my shirt, and he lifts it up and over my head, then swiftly pulls his off as well. I drink in the sight of his bare torso greedily, my eyes travelling the planes of muscle that, if anything, are sharper and more defined than I remember. His palm covers my tattoo and I look up to see him staring at me hungrily.
“Nash,” I murmur, letting my eyes fall closed as his hands travel up my sides to cup my face. His mouth comes down over top of my own, and we kiss again, slower this time but no less deep.
“Emma, I want you. I want all of you tonight.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He drops down to the floor in front of me and brings his hands back to my ass. When he goes to unbutton my shorts, sliding them down my legs, taking my panties with them, all thoughts are erased by a wave of pure arousal.
“God you smell good.” The rumble of his voice sends a puff of warm air against my legs. He helps me step out of my clothes and then I’m bare to him. At the first swipe of his tongue on my clit, I groan, and my eyes fall closed. His talented mouth can do more than just sing hit songs. Thank God there’s a wall behind me, because when he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, I sag against it, my other leg trembling from the force of the climax I can already feel thundering toward me. This I remember from last time. Nash commands my body with the same skill and passion that he plays guitar.
My pants turn to moans and before I know it, I’m crying out his name and praying no one is walking down the hall at this moment, because there is no goddamn way that I can be quiet. When I finally stop shuddering from the intensity of my orgasm, Nash stands up, licking his lips. Why the fuck is that so hot? Then he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. I don’t even have time to protest being carried like a child before he tosses me onto the soft mattress and comes down right over top of me, so that his hips are pressed firmly against mine. The roughness of his jeans is an exquisite pain against my still throbbing clit, and I can feel the rock hard impression of his dick straining against the denim.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I say, even as I rub myself against him.
“So are you,” he growls in return before sliding his hand underneath me and flicking open my bra with an impressively quick move. His mouth dives down and captures my nipple between his teeth. The gentle scrape across my sensitive skin makes me gasp, but when he sucks deeply, I start moaning his name again. My hands move frantically to the waistband of his jeans, trying desperately to push them down. It’s impossible without undoing them, so I push at his hips to get him to lift up just enough so I can take care of that. His mouth keeps torturing me, teasing each nipple into a stiff bud.
It should be impossible to climax again so quickly after the first time, but I clearly forgot exactly how powerful our sexual chemistry is. Because there’s no denying my body’s reaction to every single thing he’s doing to me.
Chapter four
Nash
She tastes like heaven, moves like a seductress, and looks a fucking goddess. I lift my head, needing to catch my breath. Whatever I did to deserve another chance to be with this woman, thank fuck for it.
I stand up and take my pants off the rest of the way, then freeze when I remember one crucial thing.
“Shit. Emma, I don’t have a condom.”
She lifts up on her elbows and looks at me, her expression skeptical but not judgmental.
“Really? Isn’t that like, against the rock star rule book or something?”
I chuckle at her comment, even as my mind starts thinking ahead to how I can get some discretely delivered to the room. As I’m reaching for my phone to text Roberto, Emma climbs out of bed. I drop my phone and watch as she goes to her purse, and pulls out a familiar foil packet, waving it at me triumphantly.
