Page 224 of Tessa and Nash

She doesn’t give me long to recover. Her nails skim down my back, and every nerve in my body wakes up at once. Before I can react, she turns me with surprising strength and pulls me back into another kiss.

As our lips collide, I curl my fingers around the waistband of her leggings.

Her breath hitches, and I drag her leggings down her thighs just enough, pushing the fabric out of the way. A shiver runs up her thigh the moment my palm brushes her smooth skin.

She props a foot against the wall, legs parting as an unspoken invitation. I pause, taking in the sight of her, unbraided hair tumbling over one shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes dark and hungry, before I slide a finger inside her. The warmth around me closes as a vice, and she bites her lower lip hard enough to leave a faint crease. Her moan bounces off the walls, loud and unrestrained.

“You feel so wet,” I murmur, lips brushing along her neck so my breath dances against her skin. “And so damn tight.”

She throws her head back, a raw sound escaping her, and I press closer, letting her freedom to cry out set the rhythm of every movement.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting into bare skin, as she pants, “Oh fuck, oh shit. Nash…”

I slide another finger inside her, and my other hand drifts up her side to her chest, catching the curve of her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. The fabric is soft, warm, and a tease, but I can’t resist. I pull the hem up, letting the material stretch over her skin, exposing the dip beneath her collarbone.

My lips follow the path, grazing her neck, down to the slope of her chest, teasing and tasting, until her breath hitches and her body trembles against me.

She writhes as if she’s made of fire and silk, control unraveling thread by thread. I need more of her, need to see the effect I have on her before I lose myself completely.

I shift her away from the wall just enough to give myself room, then drop to my knees, and her scent surrounds me. Sweet, musky, intoxicating. A shiver runs through me as heat coils in my veins, every nerve alive with her. I nudge her legs apart with my knee, her head lolling back, eyes closed, letting go, completely pliant, completely mine.

I trail kisses along the line of her stomach, pausing at her hips, down her thighs. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and drag them down in one sharp pull, and a surprised gasp escapes her lips.

“Oh fuck, Nash!” she cries, fingers tangling in my hair, and it makes my chest tighten.

I dive back in, tongue flicking along her slick, hot heat, tasting her the way I’ve wanted for weeks. She jerks against me, tugging at my hair, hips bucking, and the raw need in her fuels a primal side of me. I sink deeper, alternating between plunging inside her with my tongue and teasing over her clit, chasing every shiver and gasp she throws my way.

“Oh shit,” she pants, body trembling on the edge, and I can’t look away.

I want to see her face when it breaks, so I stand quickly, capturing her mouth in a deep, urgent kiss. I shove my jeans down just enough to get them out of the way. Her legs wrap around me instinctively as I lift her, carrying her to the bed, laying her down gently beneath me, my body pressing against hers.

I kick the rest of my jeans and boxers off, and the moment she takes in what she’s seeing, her eyes widen, a sharp gasp escaping before her hands fly to her mouth. Pride spikes through me at that reaction, and I can’t resist brushing a thumb along her jaw as she arches slightly, fingers clutching the sheets.

I climb onto the bed, hovering over her, and she curls her fingers around me, moving her hand slowly, teasing me with that slick, cool touch against what’s already hard and ready. My breaths come faster, arms trembling under the weight of holding myself up.

“Oh fuck, Tessa,” I rasp roughly, “I need you.”

Her hand falls away the second I press against her, the head of me sliding into her heat. I count, one, two, three, trying to hold myself together, but she meets every inch, hips lifting instinctively. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her back arches, soft and trembling.

“Please,” she whispers, “give me all of you.”

I sink into her slowly, just an inch at first, and she shivers, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting. When I push deeper, her cry fills the room, raw and intoxicating, and it’s all I can do to keep from losing myself entirely.

“Fucking hell,” she gasps, muscles clenching around me. “You feel… amazing.”

My arms tremble, give way, and our bodies collide fully, skin slick against skin. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling that salt-sweet scent, and she wraps her legs around me, heels pressing into my lower back, urging me deeper.

We move together, finding a rhythm that tightens with every thrust. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to sting. Her breath comes in short, sharp pants against my ear.

“Nash,” she whispers. “Nash, I’m…”

Her body goes taut beneath me, thighs trembling as they clamp around me. I watch her face twist, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, a flush spreading across her chest and up her neck. For that moment, she’s completely mine.

She sags slightly, breath shaking, and I steady her with a hand at her waist, then I guide her down onto her knees in front of me. Her mouth parts, ready, eager, and the hunger in her eyes drives me wild.

“Oh, Tessa,” I murmur, gripping the back of her head as she takes me in again. “That’s it. Take me deeper.”

She doesn’t hesitate. Her throat works around me, swallowing, hot and tight, as I guide her. Saliva drips down her chin, glistening, and every shallow thrust makes her grip even tighter, exquisite and unbearable.