Chapter 86
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I wonder how long it takes someone to get addicted to heroin or meth or cocaine. Is it after one hit? Two? Three?
I guessed it the first time, and my theory was tested the second time. But now, by the third time, I know with absolute certainty that I’m addicted to kissing Nathan Ashford.
The taste of him on my tongue, the feel of his hands on me, of his warmth embracing me fiercely… It’s all like a brand–like the sensations are searing their way into my psyche, stamping themselves on my soul.
Only you would make kissing a boy so profound and poetic, April.
I can’t help the little giggle that bubbles out of my lips onto Nathan’s.
He pulls back slightly, his eyebrows raised. “Something funny?”
I shake my head, biting my lower lip. “No, it’s just…” I exhale. He’s still so close, I can feel his warm breath against my tingling lips.
“This feels like a dream,” I breathe.
Nathan smiles softly and leans forward, placing his hands on my thighs, sending my system into overdrive again.
“This is real,” he whispers, his lips feather–light against mine. Like in a daze, I lean forward, desperate to recapture that heady sensation.
I feel his lips spread over mine–and then his hands leave my thighs.
He wraps an arm around my waist and stands up off his knees. Using his other hand and the force of his momentum, he surges forward, pushing me backward, so we’re lying on his bed.
Placing a gentle hand on my hip, he turns me as he shifts, and we end up side by side. I’m aware of everything: my heart thudding wildly against my ribcage, blood roaring in my ears, the heat of Nathan’s hand resting idly on my hip.
“What are you thinking now?” he murmurs.
I shake my head. “My brain cells are on vacation. I can’t form a coherent thought.”
Nathan chuckles as his hand extends and tenderly brushes my hair away from my face. “Come here.”
Then he’s kissing me again, and I sigh against his lips. I can’t remember the last time I felt so utterly…content.
Sure, there’s still a bunch of issues waiting for us outside of our little cocoon, but none of that matters now.
All that matters is now, this. Him.
When his tongue skims my lips, I open eagerly, craving that addictive taste of him.
Our tongues match each other’s strokes, forming a rhythm.
Heat courses through me leisurely, like a lazy river of lava winding its way through my body. Then Nathan’s hand slips under his shirt I’m
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wearing, and it turns into a searing stab of desire.
“Is this okay?” he mumbles as his hand grips my bare waist.
Not trusting my words, I nod. It’s okay. It’s more than okay.
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His thumb strokes my hipbone idly, maddeningly. All my nerve receptors rush to that point, and I squirm, suddenly wanting more.
Like he can sense that, Nathan’s hands slide higher, trailing a path of heat up my skin till he reaches the band of my bra, where he hesitates.
“Is this okay?” he repeats.
I pull back slightly. “Are you going to ask that question every step of the way?”
He laughs softly. “Is that so bad?”
I lift my hand and trail it down his face, loving the way he shudders at my touch. “I didn’t peg you for the shy type.”
“I don’t want to rush you,” he says.
I bite my bottom lip. “Because I’m inexperienced…unlike the other girls you’ve been with.”
Nathan stiffens, and his eyebrows furrow. “April-”
I lean forward, cutting him off with a kiss. “It’s okay,” I whisper against his lips.
And I mean it. I’m not a fool, and I wasn’t blind in school. I know Nathan has been with many girls, and although it makes me feel a little inadequate in comparison, there’s nothing I can do about his past.
And it doesn’t matter, anyway. He’s with me now.
I reach behind me and unhook my bra. “It’s all okay,” I say, kissing him again.
Nathan’s hand flattens against my bare back, pushing me closer to him. My breath hitches as he slowly moves around–and cups my right breast.
His hand is warm against my flesh, and my nipples tingle as they harden in response.
I reach out, and my hand lands on his naked chest. He’s warm and solid under my touch; if this turns out to be a dream, it is the cruelest trick my mind could ever play on me.
If I thought I felt heat before, Nathan’s hands on my breasts feel like I’m taking a shower in an inferno.
When his thumb brushes against my stiff nipple, I let out an embarrassing moan that has him smiling against my mouth.
I tweak his nipple in return, and he chuckles against me. I let my hands roam up and down the expanse of his body, enjoying the feel of hard muscle underneath velvet skin.
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ather shifts then, pushing me on my back as he sole enter th
I want to sere you,” he says, his voice husky.
My mouth goes dry. “You’re seeing me.”
An eyebrow raises. “I guess sarcasm can’t be kissed out of you?
1 laugh breathlessly and then reach for the hem of his shirt, bunched around my waist.
His hand moves and covers mine. “Let me.”
So, I let him.
A shudder runs through me when his knuckles skim my waist as he pulls the shirt–and my unhooked bra–up and over my head.
I never knew eyes could burn. But that’s exactly what Nathan’s do. They scorch my skin as he watches me.
I don’t realize I was holding my breath until I take a deep one, causing my chest to rise and fall.
Nathan lets out a pained groan, and I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead, his head dips lower, and his lips wrap around my left hreast,
I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets,
“Is this okay?” I can feel his smile against my feverish skin as his tongue flicks out, teasing my nipple.
“Shut up,” I say breathlessly.
Nathan lifts his head slightly and looks up at me. His eyes are dark with lust, but his lips are pulled into a tender smile.
“Do you-”
I don’t get to hear the rest of his question because his door suddenly swings open with a loud bang.
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