CHAPTER SEVEN
Beth
As soon as I hear the door click behind me I exhale a breath, and a wave of regret washes over me. Nash has not been wrong, not one bit, I wanted him so much I couldn’t think straight.
The alcohol had given me the courage I needed to halt my retreat, spin around and knock on his door.
Within seconds the door is thrown open and Nash is standing there, with the look of thunder on his face, I have only a moment to reconsider before he’s pulling me back into the room and crashing his lips to mine, his hands cupping my face, holding me back against the door.
My hands are on his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, desperate to expose his flesh underneath. As soon as I have his shirt undone I push it down his arms until it is free to fall on to the floor, and I turn away from him, sliding my hair to the side. “Nash, my zip.” Breathlessly, the words fall out and it is not long before my dress is pooling at my feet so I can step out of it.
His lips are on my shoulder, trailing kisses up along my collarbone again, his hand tilts my chin for his easy access to my lips. He growls as I lean back into him.
“Turn around.” I do as he commands. “You are not one of my sluts, as you so eloquently put it, sweetheart. I want you, only you, and if you don’t want me, then you need to leave now, for good, but if you do, you don’t’ get to come back. It isn’t an ultimatum, it’s for my own protection.”
“From what?”
“From you, Bethany. From you.” His words die as a whisper.
“No more running, I am exactly where I want to be.” His mouth is on mine again, desperate and demanding. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his slender waist. Together we stumble, using the wall for support as he presses me against it while deepening the kiss, I run my hands through his thick dark hair and scratch my nails down over the stubble on his cheeks and chin.
“Beth, we need to move to the bedroom before I fuck you up against the wall right here.”
I wrap my arms around his neck again and he spins us from the wall in the direction of the bed. In a few steps, I’m crashing ungracefully down on to the mattress. We are a rush of hands now, and I thank the heavens for inventing a bra the clips at the front. Nash’s eyes are on me, eating up my state of undress.
“You’re beautiful, Bethany. So fucking exquisite.” I’d been complimented before on my looks but coming from Nash’s mouth, I believed the words. I arch my back into the attention Nash was giving my nipples, there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, his hands on me invoked both and I wasn’t sure which I liked better. Within seconds his mouth was on my other nipple, causing it to bead from the warmth of his mouth and coolness of the air. I hadn’t realised he’d even released the nipple he’d been teasing until his hand was sliding inside my lace panties.
“You’re already so wet. That’s my bad girl.” The heat of his breath danced across my skin as he spoke.
The little moan I was holding back could no longer be contained as his finger slides inside of me. Slowly, easing it out again, causing me to gasp. I lift my hips, hoping Nash would take the cue to remove my panties. Silently, begging for the last scrap of fabric to be removed.
“What do you want, baby?” He pushes his finger deep inside of me. “Tell me what you want.” I close my eyes but I can feel him watching me. I bite my lip to stop another sound escaping.
“I want my god damn panties off now, Nash.”
“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” He chuckles, simultaneously frustrating and arousing me.
“Sweet Jesus, Nash. No more.” I could feel my orgasm build just from his teasing. My insides turning to fire, my hands ball into fists against the bed sheets and I squeeze my eyes shut, tight, as I ride the mounting wave.
“No more, Beth?”
“No more, I can’t take any more.” Ignoring my warning he doesn’t stop, instead, he pushed me to breaking point and I come apart in front of him just from his one hand and expert mouth.
As the after effects of my release subside Nash plants feather-light kisses all over my body, starting at the apex and working his way back up, his lips tickled parts of me, releasing the delirious giggle that had been building in my stomach.
His lips find mine and after a chaste kiss, he stops. “I don’t think I have ever heard you laugh before, Beth.”
“No?”
“No. I have to admit I do love the sound.”
Despite my already exposed state, his words make me blush.
“Lift up.” His fingers are in the band of my panties and I lift my hips so it’s easier for him to remove them. Pulling them down, he discards them on the floor next to the bed before settling between my legs. I can feel his warm breath on me, and then his tongue is pushing inside where his finger had been, alternating between licking and sucking.
“Nash.” I pull his hair but he doesn’t stop. “Nash, please. Please.”
“Sweetheart, are you begging me?”
“Fuck yes, I need to have you inside of me.”
He is smiling as he wipes his mouth. “I told you that you would be, sweetheart.”
“Fine, you were right, is that what you wanted to hear?”
“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t nice to hear.”
“Is that all you wanted from me? To beg you and tell you that you were right?”
“Fuck no.” He strips his underpants off and I see he is ready, his hard cock bobbing for attention. “I want so much more from you, baby, and I will be right back to show you.”
I watch Nash as he leaves the room, the rearview is better looking than I remembered, and he moved with confidence, smooth and sleek like a jungle cat.
He came back into the room with a Cheshire cat smile and a condom.
“Just one?”
“Easy tiger. I didn’t want to presume anything.” He tears the foil wrapper and rolls the condom down over his hard length; I can see the hunger in his eyes as he settles again between my legs. His lips found mine as he gently pushes into my opening, wrapping my legs around his waist to allow him to go deeper, his hands cupping my arse, holding my hips up higher off the mattress.
“Are you okay?” The intensity of which he is sliding in and out of me grows.
“God yes. Don’t stop. Ever.”
And he doesn’t, not until we have both reached our peak and fallen over the edge together. After our breathing returns to normal Nash pulls me into his body and kisses my forehead. I rest my head against his chest.
“I have dreamt about that.”
“Oh really, do tell?” I can feel the vibrations from his chest as he laughs.
“Beth, I have wanted that with you since the first time I met you.”
“You can’t be serious, Nash.”
“What can I say, your sass and obvious dislike was the most amazing aphrodisiac.” I pull back at him to look him in the eye, he was serious.
“You’re arseholeness was not very becoming, Nash. So you only have yourself to blame for that Mr. Gibson.”
“Firstly, sweetheart, I don’t think that is an actual word and secondly, you had a bee in your bonnet and wouldn’t even consider giving me a chance back then.”
“Whatever. The point is you were an arsehole.” I can feel him laughing again. “What is so funny?”
“Nothing. Will you let me make it up to you for my arseholeness?”
“I could be open to a negotiation.”
“How about I order us some dinner and then you come have a shower with me?” The sparkle in his eyes is unmistakable; he had some sexy ideas for the shower time, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t cause a flurry of excitement within me.
“The food had better be amazing to make it up to me. My appetite can be insatiable when it comes to good food, Nash.”
“That sounds like a challenge, and I do love a challenge.”
Nash leaves the bed to call down to order room service from the other room. He returns in all his naked glory, wearing only a heart-stopping smile.
“Come on, I’ve ordered some food, now let’s go and see about that appetite of yours.” He holds his hand out to me which I accept without any further hesitation. He doesn’t move but instead pulls me into him; our bodies are flush against each other, the warmth mingling together like our breath.
“Come on, stud, we better get washed up before the food gets here.”
Nash adjusts the temperature of the water before we get in the cubicle together. I create lather with the soap and instruct Nash to turn around while I wash his back. Having my hands moving over his skin is like an addiction, I was desperate to touch every inch of him.
“Turn around.” My voice comes out barely a whisper but Nash hears me and does as I ask.
I run my tongue over his nipple and am rewarded by a groan from Nash. I feel his erection pressing against me as I soap the smattering of hair on his chest. His breath hitches as my hands roam lower, desire burning in his eyes. The soapy water cascades down over his body.
I drop down to my knees in front of him, taking his dick in my hand before sucking the tip into my mouth, massaging the length of it with my tongue.
“Oh god, Beth, that feels amazing.” I suck him deeper, while massaging his balls. “Beth, you need to stop. Fuck, baby.”
I smile in spite of myself, his reaction is all the encouragement I need to suck his dick in deeper and push him closer to his edge.
“Babe, you need to stop, I want to be inside of you right now.”
In one movement I stand up, Nash picks me up and slams into my wetness with his hard dick. I bite into his shoulder to stop from screaming out. It doesn’t take us long to climax. Nash relaxes into me leaning against the glass. When his breathing returns to normal he pushes back, still inside of me, and greedily kisses my mouth. “That was fucking amazing. Let’s get finished up here, the food shouldn’t be far away.”
Just as Nash is turning the water off there is a knock at the door. “I’ll get you a robe.” Placing another kiss on my lips he wraps himself in a towel and leaves coming back a short time later he has a bathrobe for me. Helping me into it there is another knock on the door. “I better go open that.”
I wrap my hair in a towel and follow Nash into the living area. There is a tall red-haired woman removing the cloche from the plates, putting on display the feast Nash had ordered for us. My attention is drawn away from the food by the room attendant’s obvious attention to Nash. The way she was clearly flirting with him had me feeling like I was the intruder.
“Thank you, Natalie, that is all.” I see as he steps away, repositioning himself a step closer to me and further away from her. It is only then that she realises I’m even in the room with them. I can tell the smile she offers me is forced.
“Have a lovely evening, Nash, please do call me if you need anything.”
Neither of us says another word until Natalie has left the suite and the door is locked again.
“You fucked her.” It was an observation more than a question, but he answers it anyway.
“Yes.” I’m taken aback by his honesty and the truth. I had expected a denial. He rushes on in defense of himself. “But not recently.”
“You really are an arsehole, Nash. Ever heard the saying of not shitting where you eat?”
“Yes. Charming saying, that one. But in this case, wouldn’t fucking where you sleep be more accurate?”
“Well, I guess it makes it easier for you when she gets delivered to your room. And she brings food right.” I hadn’t expected my tone to be as harsh as it sounded, even to my own ears it sounded bitchy. But the words were out and there was nothing I could do now to soften them.
“Is that jealousy I can hear, Beth?”
“Now that is ridiculous. What on earth do I have to be jealous of?”
“What on earth indeed, but if it makes you feel any better she was clearly jealous of you being here with me.”
“Like I said, you’re an arsehole. How could you do that to me, or her for that matter, flaunting it in the others face. I think it would be best if I left now.”
“No, you’re not going anywhere Beth.”
“Why not, Nash, are you going to stop me? I suddenly don’t feel very hungry anymore.”
“Beth, I haven’t been with her for years, and I have no interest in being with her again. Ever.”
I take a moment to think, I had my share of partners over the time so I can’t justify feeling jealous or upset over the fact that Nash had as well. But the difference was, I wasn’t throwing any of them in his face and they definitely weren’t tasked with delivering food to the man I’d just had sex with. Twice.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s eat.” Nash holds his hand out to me, hesitating for a moment I file away the feeling of needing to make peace with the idea of Nash having slept with other women. He wasn’t a monk, after all, opposite in fact, he was the devil with a panty-melting smile and currently wearing only a white hotel towel hitched low at his waist.