Page 38 of Twisted Truths (The Sunburnt Hearts #4)

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my lips, nuzzling my nose with his.

I whimper his name, finally gaining the courage to reach down and cup his straining erection through his sweats. My heart beats double time as he lets out a hum of pleasure, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.

“Fuck, Hadley,” he draws out on a soft moan. “I’m trying so hard to take things slow and make this feel good for you, but I’m desperate to feel you wrapped around me.”

“I want this, Nash,” I breathe, tentatively stroking him over his clothes. “Please.”

His free hand comes up to cup my cheek, and he kisses me softly, reverently. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I tell him.

He kisses the tip of my nose before slowly pulling his fingers out of me.

I wince slightly at the sting, suddenly feeling empty as my pussy contracts around nothing.

Nash leans back on his knees and licks my release clean off his digits, and I shiver as his intense gaze never leaves mine. He helps me sit up, removing my tank top before kissing me again.

I’m so caught up in the moment, I don’t have time to process being completely naked in front of him. Growing bolder, I push at the waistband of his sweats, and he breaks off our kiss with a chuckle that warms my insides.

“A bit impatient, little possum?” he teases .

My cheeks heat, and I duck my head against his chest, but he tilts my chin up to look at him. “Never hide from me, Hadley. Ever. I want you, don’t ever forget that, okay?”

Swallowing hard, I nod.

He smiles and rubs his thumb over my kiss-swollen lips. “Lie down and get comfortable for me. I need you relaxed.”

I comply to his instructions, nestling against his pillows as he climbs off the bed and opens his bedside table to retrieve a condom.

My stomach flips, and I fist his sheets, squirming slightly. I can’t take my eyes off his muscular frame, and when he finally pushes his sweats down his legs and his impressive manhood springs free, my breath hitches at the sight of it.

I can’t help but stare, wondering how the heck it’s supposed to fit inside me. He dips his head, gripping it at the base and stroking while he rips the foil package with his teeth. When he rolls the condom down his length with practised ease, my nerves and self-doubt kick in.

Nash is a smoking hot NBA player. I’m sure he’s been with a lot of experienced women. Women who know how to please a man. He’s already given me multiple orgasms. What if sleeping with me is a letdown for him? What if he regrets it and rescinds his offer for me to go to the States with him?

A tear spills from the corner of my eye, and I blink rapidly, trying to hold off the rest. I don’t want to lose him because of my lack of experience in bed.

Blowing out a deep breath, he turns to look at me, a frown immediately marring his expression.

“Hey,” he says, crawling onto the bed next to me. Lying on his side, he pulls me into his embrace, his erection pressing against my hip between us. “What’s wrong? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I’m not going to pressure you into it, Hadley. ”

“It’s not that,” I say, sniffling. “I want to, it’s just … I don’t … I’ve never done this before, and I want it to be good for you. I want to please you like … like the others.”

A small huff falls from his lips, and he leans back to meet my eye, but I bury my face in his chest.

“Look at me,” he murmurs.

I shake my head.

“Hadley, please look at me.”

Running my tongue over my swollen lips, I reluctantly lift my gaze to his warm chocolate one.

“I’m not going to lie to you,” he says softly. “I’m not a virgin, but I don’t know what gave you the idea I’m some kind of player.”

I try to duck my head, but his fingers find my chin, making it impossible to look away.

“There was one girl in high school, a couple in college and after. Basketball takes up most of my time, and I’m not into hooking up with random strangers. I want more than that, and while we haven’t known each other long, we have an unexplainable connection.”

He lifts my hand to rest over his racing heart.

“This is more than sex, Hadley. If you tell me you’re not ready, I will happily wait, but I’m not worried in the slightest about whether you’ll please me.

Sex with you will be one of the most memorable experiences of my life, because it’s not about sticking my dick in you.

It’s about putting all the pain and trauma behind us and focusing on being happy with one another.

It’s about focusing on our future together rather than being scared of the past. Whether or not we have sex tonight, I’ll be happy holding you in my arms and learning every part of your body, because I’m falling for you, Hadley.

From the day I met you, you took my breath away, and even though I fought it, I think there’s a reason we found each other. ”

I think my heart has stopped beating altogether. My brain is definitely short-circuiting from Nash’s confession. Unable to form coherent words in response, I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him hard.

His body pressing against mine feels right, and I mentally curse myself for letting my insecurities get in the way of this moment. I pull away long enough to say, “I need you, Nash.” He groans into my mouth. “Please.”

My begging seems to do the trick. He rolls us so I’m lying on my back, him hovering over me, bracing himself on his forearm. His erection nestles between my legs, and I rub myself along his length as he kisses me deep, his tongue stroking sensually against mine.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I love how he checks in with me.

Reaching between us, I guide him to my entrance.

“Relax for me,” he whispers, distracting me with his lips as he slowly pushes in.

I try to do as he says, letting my legs fall wider.

It’s thicker than his fingers, and I dig my nails into the nape of Nash’s neck as he continues to kiss me while moving with slow, shallow thrusts.

He’s met with resistance, but he reaches between us and rubs my clit, creating a delicious friction that offsets the sharp sting and resulting burn as he pushes in further.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs against my lips when I whimper.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him, squeezing my eyes closed and focusing on my breathing.

Nash peppers me with sweet kisses—on my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my eyelids—as he slowly rocks in and out of me, going deeper with each thrust. The whole time, he plays with my clit, and I’m balancing on the precipice of pleasure and pain .

“Open your eyes, little possum,” he hums, nipping my lobe gently. His voice is low, gravelly. “I need to see you.”

I comply, and the intense desire I see mirrored back at me almost causes me to spontaneously combust.

“Hi,” he says with a soft smile, brushing my hair away from my face.

“Hi?” I repeat, breathing out a nervous laugh.

His smile morphs into a cheeky smirk. “I thought I told you not to hide from me.” He nips playfully at my collarbone.

“That was before you stuck your massive member in me.” I squirm underneath him, moaning at the sensation of feeling full. His pelvis grinds against my pubic bone, and I’m surprised to find the pleasure far outweighs the pain.

Nash snorts out a laugh, his body convulsing with his humour. “Member?” he quips, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Sorry, baby, I’m not laughing at you, but that’s definitely a first.”

I jab him playfully in the ribs, ignoring my flush of embarrassment and fighting my need to hide from him. “What do you want me to call it?”

“I don’t know,” he teases. “Dick, cock, man meat.”

“Man meat?” I choke out. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he says, rolling his hips and eliciting another soft moan from my lips. “It’s my mission to corrupt you, little possum.”

“So hurry up and corrupt me then,” I challenge, pulling his head down to meet me in a bruising kiss.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbles between kisses as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.

I cry out in pleasure, and he swallows my sounds with his mouth as he resumes his ministrations of my clit.

My back arches off the bed, and he trails his lips down my throat until he reaches the valley of my breasts.

His teeth capture one of my nipples, and he alternates between nipping and swirling his tongue around the peaked bud before he sucks it into his warm mouth.

Oh, shit.

Pleasure zaps straight to my core, and he groans as my walls flutter and clench around him.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, picking up the pace of both his thumb and his cock.

His movements become jerky, and I have a feeling it means he’s about to lose control.

The anticipation of watching him come undone because of me sends me over the edge one more time only moments before his muscular chest drops to mine, careful not to crush me, and he finds my lips again, kissing me deep as his dick continues to throb inside me.

Oh. My. God.

They’re the only coherent thoughts repeating through my mind as I come down from this heady high.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Nash pants into the crook of my neck after releasing my lips. We lay there, our heart beats racing in sync as we bask in this euphoria.

It’s funny. For the past three years, it’s been drummed into me that I was nothing but a vessel for a greater cause, that sex was a means to an end, but laying here in Nash’s embrace, all I feel is a sense of belonging and the unfamiliar, gentle warmth of being wanted—not for a purpose, but simply for who I am.