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CHAPTER 10

REESE

My senses awake, slow and heavy, my eyes resistant to open because I’m so relaxed. I stretch, my hands meeting something very warm and very muscley.

That’ll do it.

My eyes flutter open, shock blasting through me at the sight of Nash sleeping next to me.

I sit up, my heart racing as I look down at him.

God, he’s gorgeous. His long blond hair is all messy from our nighttime activities, his muscled arms tucked under the pillow, ink scattering over his back, my comforter just barely covering his ass.

Whoops, I must’ve stolen all the blankets last night.

Last night.

After we slept together and then actually slept together.

And he’s still here.

Ohmigod, I had sex with Nash Stokehill.

And not just any sex, but really good, earth-shattering, mind-blowing sex. The kind in movies or in romance books. I’ve never had sex like that before, not where my partner was so in tune with my needs, my body, and genuinely got off by getting me off.

And damn, he looks a little too good sleeping in my bed. He’s totally out, his breaths long and heavy. Honestly, who looks that good sleeping?

I probably look like a hot mess.

The thought propels me out of bed, moving as softly as I can. My steps are careful and quiet as I head to my bathroom, gently closing the door behind me. Nash wasn’t kidding, I could feel him with every step I took, and I didn’t hate it. It’s a pleasant sort of soreness, and my entire body floods with heat just thinking about it.

Is that how he always operated? Is sex like working out for him? Something that he’s really good at and is part of his regular routine? Or did it feel as different to him as it had to me?

Maybe it’s normal for him, and it’s just a perk that I’m open to during this fake dating situation. Which is fine and totally fair.

Either way, my once-upon-a-time-crush-turned-infuriating-teases me constantly-hockey-player isn’t at all what I thought. He’s kind and funny and confident in the sexiest way. I never once thought at the beginning of this whole situation that we’d have the chemistry we do, let alone the connection. And it is a connection, at least on my end. I’ve felt it for weeks, no matter how many times I try to deny it.

The closer I get to him, the more I like him.

Shit.

I like him.

Like…really, really like him.

I hurry through seeing to my needs, and then turn on the shower, not at all ready to go out and face him, not with all these intense feelings rising up inside me.

I told him I wouldn’t fall for him. We both agreed to it, and yeah, maybe I wasn’t there yet, but this liking him sure feels like a stepping stone to that.

I move under the steaming hot water, sighing at the contact and the little comfort it offers my racing mind. A brave person would simply ask him where he’s at. If he says he’s still just enjoying the perks of this deal, then that’s fine. At least I’d know where I stand?—

The glass door opens, welcoming in a blast of colder air and a very naked Nash Stokehill.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he says, wrapping his arms around me from behind like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

My heart stutters, excitement soaring through me at being greeted in such a way.

Every other thought empties out of my head.

“Morning, handsome,” I say, hoping to match his confidence as I shift to face him, allowing him under the stream of water.

He hisses. “You have it hot enough?”

I laugh. “Need me to turn it down for you?”

He shakes his head, his muscles flexing for a few more seconds before he adjusts to the temp.

“You left me alone in bed,” he says, reaching for my body wash, squeezing a glob into his hands before he rubs them together, and soaps me up.

I gasp at the touch, at the way his sudsy hands glide over every inch of my skin, and tremble when he lathers my breasts and lingers there.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say even though need is flaring up inside me. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

He bends down, capturing my mouth with his. “Always wake me up,” he says.

Emotions hit me in the center of my chest. He says always like this will be a recurring situation. Like we’ll have lots of sleepovers instead of this being a one-night thing, which is his usual routine.

I swallow hard, forcing the thoughts away, and take my turn to soap him up. God, his body is a work of art, all muscle and ink that makes him look so damn good.

“Let me make it up to you,” I say after we’ve rinsed.

“What do you have in mind?” he asks, his blue eyes flaring wide as I shift a little, then drop to my knees in front of him.

“Reese—”

I clutch his cock and wrap my lips around his head, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say.

“Fuck,” he gasps, thrusting a little into my mouth.

I grin around him, stroking him with one hand and swirling my tongue around his thick head with the other. It’s definitely his turn for a little attention. He’s given me plenty. Need bolts down my spine, my blood hot beneath my skin, the water bouncing off of Nash and onto me.

I relax my jaw and take him into my mouth as far as I possibly can, my eyes watering a little as I move up and down on him. He’s big, and I have to continue stroking him where I can’t fit him in.

“Goddamn, Reese,” he groans, the sound making warm shivers dance over my skin. His fingers tunnel into my wet hair, and I moan around him, loving the desperate way he clings to me.

I’ve never been so starved for someone in all my life. Never wanted anyone as badly as I want him. And it’s not just the sex, despite the current situation. It’s him. I like being around him. It makes no sense but all the sense in the world.

I suck on him harder, relishing the way he thrusts into my mouth like he just can’t help it. There’s something so damn sexy about unraveling him this way, and I’m so here for it.

“Reese,” he groans as I increase my pace, my free hand gripping his thigh. “Fuck, Reese .”

I love the way he says my name, and I do my best not to smile too much as I keep devouring him.

“Baby,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”

I feel him harden inside my mouth, and keep him there, slicking him with my tongue before sucking hard?—

“Fuck,” he groans, spilling into my mouth as he jolts a little.

I swallow him down, drawing back and wiping my swollen lips with the back of my hand. He hauls me up, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip before kissing me.

“You’re amazing,” he says, shutting off the water and pulling me from the shower, wrapping me in a towel and drying me off.

Before I can move to put on clothes, he’s lifting me, perching me on my bathroom counter and spreading my thighs to step between them. I gasp when his fingers drag through me, his other hand cupping my cheek as he continues to kiss me.

I melt against him, losing the towel and wrapping my arms around his neck, my oversensitive flesh tightening as he teases my aching center.

He smiles against our kiss, never breaking it as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them as he teases my clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, Reese,” he says, pulling away enough to look at me. “You’re so damn wet for me.”

I shiver against him, my body already tightening with need as he continues to work me into white-hot knots.

“Fucking love waking up to you,” he says before kissing me again, hot and fast, his pace increasing between my thighs so much I whimper.

“You’re right there, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice low and rough, showing he’s just as affected by this as I am. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby?”

I gasp, my heart racing, my mind whirling as pleasure builds beneath my skin.

He curls his fingers at the same time he presses on my throbbing clit with his thumb, the pressure just right to send me flying apart. I moan, my orgasm rippling through me as I flutter around his fingers.

Nash grins against my mouth, kissing me softly as he gently pulls his fingers out of me. “Don’t move,” he demands, hurrying out of the bathroom. He’s back in a few seconds, a condom on.

“Already?” I ask, surprised.

He shrugs. “You do this to me,” he says, reclaiming the spot between my thighs. “You want this?” he asks, and my heart melts that he still asks despite it being very clear I do.

I shift forward a little, spreading my thighs just a bit wider.

He brazenly looks over me, his eyes like a brand everywhere they land.

Then his mouth is on me, frantic and hot and stealing my breath. His tongue dances against mine, making me even more liquid as I grip his hair with one hand, the other wrapping around his shoulders. His cock is at my center, just teasing touches that make me tremble.

I tighten my thighs around his hips, urging him in without breaking our kiss. Once he’s in an inch, I wrap my legs around him completely and propel him forward, gasping as he bottoms out inside me.

“Fuck,” he groans against my mouth. “You feel so damn good.”

I whimper as he kisses me harder, pulling out to thrust inside me again. Each time he does it ignites sparks of pleasure all along my body.

“Nash,” I sigh his name, breaking our kiss. “Faster.”

He grins, eyes molten with lust as he wraps his arms around me, securing me against him. “Hold on to me,” he demands.

I let go of his hair, wrapping both of my arms around him?—

He slams into me, fast and hard and ohmigod it feels amazing.

His speed increases, his mouth a breath from mine as he pumps into me over and over again, my pleasure spiking more and more each time our bodies connect.

And I can do nothing but hold on. Nothing but cling to him as he takes my body any way he likes it. Takes care of me in a way that has my heart expanding in my chest.

“God, yes,” I say through a ragged breath, feeling my orgasm build beneath my skin. “Harder,” I say. “I want all of you.”

“Fuck,” he groans, pumping into me harder than before.

Everything in me narrows to the sensation, to the absolute pleasure ricocheting through my body with each powerful thrust. He’s so damn strong, and holds me so tightly, not even a thought of letting me fall as he fucks me on the counter.

I couldn’t have dreamed up a better partner. Couldn’t have imagined someone like him existed and wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t feel every single inch of him right now.

My body tightens, my release careening through me. I moan his name as I come, clenching and pulsing around his cock as he continues to pump, drawing out the pleasure as he finds his release inside me, the two of us breathing heavily as we come down from the high.

I go limp in his arms, and he smiles down at me before kissing me.

“So, breakfast?” he asks after we’ve caught our breath.

“I don’t know if I can walk,” I say, only half-joking. I’m thoroughly and delightfully exhausted.

He shifts a little, and before I know it, he’s cleaned me up and I’m in his arms, being carried to my bed. He climbs in beside me, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“So, no food then?” I tease.

He kisses along my neck before he rolls over and grabs his phone. He wraps his arms around me again. “I’ll order,” he says, pulling up his food delivery app. “And while we wait, I’m going to have you as an appetizer.”

I shiver, wondering how he can be as insatiable as me.

“Done,” he says, setting the phone back down. “We’ve got thirty minutes. Think you can handle a little more?”

I smile at him, getting lost in his blue eyes. I’m realizing I want to handle as much as Nash is willing to give me.

“Try me,” I tease.

And he does.

He really, really does.