But…but… but…
I had already done it.
So what difference did it make?
Nash’s hands grabbed the bottom of the double extra-large hoodie and lifted it up.
My skin tingled and I shivered as I realized he was going to see both of my breasts.
And how random of a thought was that to have?
After all he had done, I was suddenly nervous about him seeing my breasts?
I arched my back as his hands slid up my body. His thumbs grazed over my breasts, touching my nipples, and I was dead again. This rock star was going to keep killing me. And yet I couldn’t help myself.
I sat up enough to let him take the hoodie off me.
And then, there I was, topless in front of Nash.
I didn’t want to think about how many breasts he had seen in his life.
Without hesitation, his hands cupped under my breasts and he lowered his mouth down to my chest. He kissed above my breasts, making me gasp for a breath. I could smell his hair. Sweat and smoke. In need of a shower. Yet it was still so fucking sexy.
I shut my eyes and felt the tip of his tongue inch down to my left breast. He swirled around my nipple and then his mouth latched tight, engulfing my breast into his mouth. His right hand played with my other nipple. A man who knew how to do two things at once. A rock star who knew how to fuck.
No wonder I was dead here…
I grabbed at the back of his shirt and held tight.
He suckled my breast, slowly closing his teeth to my nipple until I protested with a loud groan. Then he pulled away, forcing me to cry his name. He let go and let out a little laugh that made me half want to kill him and half want to tell him I loved him.
As he moved down, I pulled at his shirt.
He didn’t care.
Off came his shirt and I threw it across the living room.
His lips and tongue treated themselves to my body, kissing down to the top of my panties. His fingertips soon followed, wrapping around the sides and pulling with ease.
He stripped me naked on my own couch.
And then he reversed his kissing, back up to my chest. He moved his filthy rock star mouth over my right breast and did the exact same thing as he did to the other. And with one hand, he wrestled with his jeans and pulled out his rock hard cock and pressed it against me. Bare hard skin to my wet skin.
I bit my lip and told myself I was an idiot for believing him about other women. For trusting him.
But he thrust forward, once again making every sane thought I could ever have suddenly disappear.
I cried out his name again as my hands curled, nails finally digging at his strong back.
I pulled at him as he began to fuck.
His mouth ravaged my chest and then began to climb up to my neck.
I curled my head back as far as I could, just like my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I felt the tip of his tongue slither up from my throat to my chin and he chased down to my mouth, where he took me with a kiss that was almost as hot as the way his lower half took me.
Six in the morning.
Crazy couch sex with a rock star.
Who. The. Fuck. Was. I. Becoming?
I clawed my hands down to his ass and felt him as he kept going.
He kissed back down to my chest to make up for lost time since he had never gotten his time there yet.
I had no problem with it. If he tried to get too toothy, I just dug my nails harder against his ass and he eased up.
We were talking without words.
Our bodies…
Nash cupped a hand to the back of my neck. His other hand held my hip as though it was his last thing to grab before falling off a mile long drop into darkness.
His lips flirted with mine. But we didn’t kiss. Just whiskey stained breaths and his dark and evil eyes smashing against my once innocent blue eyes. Everything wrong and temptation so far exposed it didn’t even matter. All that did matter was the way this ended. Which I promised myself I already knew.
Including the ending on the couch.
Which began to close in by the second as the swell deep inside my core was no longer able to be controlled.
And however he did it… fucking Nash… he kissed me at the exact moment I reached climax.
Which made it twice as good.
And that put my heart twice as much at stake.
I took another breath and bit my lip.
My head was resting on the chest of a rock star.
On my couch.
As we waited in silence… for…
I slowly lifted my head and saw Nash staring down at me.
“Thought you fell asleep,” I whispered.
“Nope,” he said.
“When do you sleep?”
“I don’t.”
“Nash…”
“I’m a vampire.” He curled his lip.
“Then you better be careful biting at me,” I said. “I don’t want to end up like you.”
“Oh, babe, too late for that,” he said. “Your pretty blue eyes scream nothing but filth now.”
I rolled my eyes. “How many women have you said that to?”
“Exact number or rough estimate?”
I groaned and moved from the couch, grabbing for my hoodie.
Nash swung his hand and cracked it against my ass so hard that I lost my breath for a second. I looked back at him, my face hotter than ever in my life.
“You have a nice ass, Liv,” he said.
It didn’t hurt.
It was just…
I swallowed hard and put my hoodie back on.
But I had no panties.
Those were mysteriously gone again.
Probably in Nash’s back pocket.
Which was really weird. But kind of hot at the same time.
There was another knock at my door and I looked right at Nash.
“Finally,” he said.
He swung his legs off my couch and stood up.
“Who is that?” I asked.
I followed him to the door.
He opened my door and Bill stood there with two coffees.
My face burned red yet again. The hoodie covered everything it was supposed to but my apartment lingered with the smell of… sex.
“Thanks, Bill,” Nash said as he took the coffees. “I’ll be right down.”
“You got it, Nash,” Bill said.
Nash turned and handed me a coffee. “This is for you.”
“Thanks. Wait… you…”
“Bill dropped me off and went to get us coffee,” Nash said. “I’ve had a long fucking night, babe. And I figured I’d wake your ass up because I want you to come to the studio. Watch us work on a song.”
“What…”
“If you would have read the texts I sent, you’d know all of this,” Nash said. “I texted you, Liv. Telling you I was bringing coffee and wanted to talk about the studio.”
I looked at the couch and then at Nash. “So… that…”
“What?” he asked with a grin. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, babe, but I just came over to tell you to get your pretty ass to the studio.”
Nash leaned down and kissed my cheek.
He turned and opened the apartment door to leave. He reached back and took my panties out of his back pocket and hooked them over his pointer finger. Silky purple, draped over his shoulder.
I held the door open and watched him leave.
I had no idea what had actually just happened.
But my body did… and so did my heart.