Page 37 of Twisted Truths (The Sunburnt Hearts #4)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

HADLEY

M y lips tingle from his kisses, the butterflies in my stomach taking flight.

Nash chose me.

No. He chose us.

I repeat those words in my head, stitching them into something real. He’s choosing a future with me, one where we get Franklin away from Guardian Solomon and Seraphina, where we can raise him together away from the ghosts of this town.

The way he kissed me, like he was claiming me, owning me, I was fully prepared to yield, to give myself completely to him.

But he reluctantly released me and brought me inside.

He’s currently showering in the mud room, while I’m standing in the main bathroom, staring at my flushed reflection in the mirror, unable to wipe the silly grin off my face.

I’m no longer the broken and lost girl searching for a place to belong—she’s long gone—because I found myself with Zara’s brother.

With him, I’m brave, a little bit reckless, and a whole lot seen .

With him, I feel safe.

With him, my body comes to life in ways it never has before, and I want to explore what that means.

After a quick shower, I slip into a clean pair of Zara’s sweatpants and a fresh tank top, my cheeks heating at the memory of Nash’s eyes trailing over my body when he saw me earlier.

The loose, conservative clothing we were expected to wear in the Circle hid all my emotional scars with my body.

After battling with my eating disorder, I never thought I’d feel comfortable in my own skin, but the heat in Nash’s eyes chased those demons away.

The water from the mud room shower is still running, so I collect the book I was reading earlier and take it back to my bedroom, trying to get lost in the words. However, my overactive mind is racing with thoughts of what it might feel like to have Nash’s hands over my body.

I’ve fooled around with boys when I was younger, some kissing and on top of the clothes touching, but I never found anyone who made my heart beat faster while simultaneously eliciting a sense of calm and belonging. Nash does all of those things.

A soft knock on the door jolts me from my thoughts, and my cheeks heat as I hear him call my name.

I slip out of bed and pad across the soft carpet to open the door. The sight of Nash standing there, freshly showered and in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, causes my mouth to go dry, and I force my gaze to lift from his sculpted abs to meet his amused eyes.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he says, leaning casually against the door frame.

“I’m good,” I smile up at him.

“Good,” he echoes, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes drift over to my crumpled sheets. “That’s good. ”

“What about you?” I ask, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as I step closer to him. I have to crane my neck to maintain eye contact with him, and I don’t miss the heat in his gaze as he looks down at me with hooded eyes.

A soft groan rumbles through him as his hands grip my waist, pulling me into his warm body.

“Goddamn, Hadley,” Nash murmurs, nuzzling his lips into the crook of my neck, causing goosebumps to break out over my exposed skin.

My hands slide up his naked chest to wrap around his neck, and he shivers under my touch.

“I’m trying really hard to do the right thing here. ”

“What if I don’t want you to?” I whisper, pressing my lips to his feverish skin.

Another tortured sound escapes his lips as he nips and sucks at my neck, causing the most delicious feeling to wash over me, starting from the point of contact all the way down to my curling toes.

I hum, closing my eyes and melting into him.

His fingers dip under my tank top, brushing a soft caress over my skin.

A fluttering sensation has me mewling for more.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” His voice is thick with desire.

“Please don’t,” I beg, arching into him.

Nash mutters a curse, and I squeak as his hands slip under my arse and he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My core presses down on his erection and we both moan as he captures my lips with his, hungrily devouring me as he carries me to his bedroom.

He kicks the door closed before striding over to the bed and laying me down, his mouth never leaving mine.

Nash braces his weight on his arms as he continues to kiss me like a man starving for air.

My fingers tangle in his curls as I meet his intensity with my own, letting him know in no uncertain terms that I want this. I want him. Irrevocably.

His lips mould to mine as if they were destined for each other, his erratic heart beat matching my own. I’m so overwhelmed by sensation; I’m floating, and I never want to come down. I’ve never felt this intense need for another person before.

“Nash,” I gasp as his lips trail over my jaw.

“You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts,” he murmurs in my ear, peppering little kisses on the sweet spot below.

“I need you to touch me.” I’m feverish, quivering beneath him.

“Are you sure?” He rises onto his elbows to gaze down at me, which only grinds his hard length over my pulsing pussy.

“Please,” I tell him.

“Have you ever…” his voice trails off when I bite down on my bottom lip and shake my head.

He blows out a shaky exhale and rests his forehead on mine, our noses brushing.

“I’ll go slow.” My expression drops, and he chuckles.

“We need to work you up to this if you’re going to enjoy it, little possum. ”

Nash kisses me deep and slow, massaging my tongue with his. He wraps one hand in my hair, holding me to him, while the other trails a path over my cheek, down my jaw, and over my shoulder to push down the strap of my tank top.

His fingers find my nipple through the light material, tracing an illicit path around the sensitive bud. He pinches lightly, and I gasp into his mouth as it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

I’m breathing hard, my eyes closed as his lips follow the same path and his fingers move lower.

They breach my sweatpants at the same time his warm mouth latches on to my breast. I arch into his touch as he rubs my clit through my panties, eliciting the most incredible euphoria through my quivering body.

Oh my god.

Nothing has ever felt as good as his touch .

The sounds escaping my parted lips should embarrass me. Instead, I’m craving more.

Nash kisses his way down my stomach until he’s settled between my legs, then rests back on his knees, looking down at me, his pupils dilated as he continues his ministrations on my clit.

Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he says, “I really need to taste you, Hadley.”

The way his voice comes out all gravelly has my heart almost combusting. My cheeks heat at the thought of what he’s about to do to me, and the intimacy of it, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

“Please,” I whisper.

My body protests when he removes his hand, but then he’s slipping my pants off and I’m shivering in anticipation.

He kisses my knee before trailing his lips up the inside of my thigh, stopping just before my apex.

My legs part willingly for him, and I shudder an exhale as he moves to my other knee, giving it the same treatment.

This time he doesn’t stop, and a soft gasp escapes me when his tongue swipes through my folds. He groans, the sound vibrating through me, adding to the overwhelming sensation which has my eyes rolling back in my head.

I arch into him, moaning as he circles my clit with teasing flicks and swirls.

His hands slide beneath me, squeezing my arse and using the grip as leverage to bring me closer to his mouth.

My hips rock, seeking friction as my stomach swoops in pleasure.

Nash doesn’t stop, devouring me like a man starved, and I drop my hands to his head, twisting my fingers into his curls as his tongue spears my entrance.

It feels so good; I can’t stop the sinful sounds falling from my lips .

“Oh god, Nash,” I cry out as his thumb presses down on my clit and he slides a finger deep inside me.

The intensity of my release shocks me as I shudder and writhe beneath him, grinding myself unashamedly against his mouth as he continues to lick, flick, and suck, his finger driving into me over and over again as I cry out nonsensical sounds.

“I … Oh, my … Yes … Don’t … stop … please … Yes … I … Mmm, yes…”

I haven’t even come down from the initial high when Nash grazes his teeth over my clit, and my hips buck off his bed as a second orgasm shoots through me like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.

My thighs are completely soaked, and the indecent sounds coming from between my legs have me blushing, but Nash isn’t finished with me.

He bands his arm over my waist, keeping me pressed to the bed as he slides a second finger inside me. The stretch burns slightly, but the ministrations of his tongue flicking at my clit and his warm breath on my over-sensitive pussy soothe the sting.

I’m panting, completely breathless from the multiple orgasms this man is drawing from me. My heart is racing so fast, I fear I may pass out.

With a leisurely lick of my soaking folds, Nash glances up at me as he continues to stroke my insides with his fingers.

“How are you doing there, little possum?” he murmurs, pressing tiny, tender kisses to the top of my thighs.

I moan, my tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip as my eyes flutter closed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I draw the word out as the next surge of pleasure crests over me. “Please, don’t … Mmm … Please don’t stop.”

He chuckles as he kisses his way up my stomach. My walls clench around his fingers when he reaches my mouth, kissing me deeply, allowing me to taste myself. The act is obscene, but it turns me on more than I expected.

Nash curls his fingers and sets off another wave of pleasure, and I wonder if anyone has ever passed out from too many orgasms. My entire body is a livewire. The smallest caress will set me alight.