Torque by Gillian Archer (have you read this book .txt) 📗

mine. We kept kissing. We kissed as my body thrummed with need. He had fucking magical lips. Lips that could heal anything. I forgot all my problems, all my worries. All I could think was how much I wanted him. How much I wanted that hard cock hiding behind his scratchy jeans, pressing into me. I wanted it plunging into me.

We kept kissing until I had to pull away because it was suddenly hard to breathe. “Oh my god.”

“Ditto.” Nathan panted against my cheek as his lips cruise across my face to the delicate skin under my jaw. His teeth rasped against me before he tugged a bit of my flesh into his mouth.

“No,” I gasped, pulling away. I shook my head. “No marks.” I didn’t want to have to cover them up—it never worked—and I didn’t want to have to explain to Hope or Sabrina where I’d gotten a hickey. Or who’d put it there.

“No problem,” Nathan murmured as he continued to tease my skin with his teeth and lips; this time not in a way that would leave me with a mark later.

I lay back and let him at first, just enjoying the sensation of having Nathan’s large body pressing into me. The feel of his lips on me. I clutched the back of his head in my hand as I arched up into his body. My other hand bunched in his shirt. His still jean covered cock pressed into the center of my splayed legs, my skirt and panties a thin barricade against his heat.

Oh god. I wanted to feel him. Every part of him.

No longer able to just lie back and take it, I pressed a hand against the middle of his chest and pushed.

“What’s wrong?” Nathan’s question ended in a chuckle when I tugged his shirt up his body. He helped me pull it the rest of the way off and tossed it somewhere on the other side of the room.

My greedy hands immediately cruised across his tanned, tattooed skin. My every fantasy was suddenly at my fingertips—literally. I had dreamed of being with Nathan like this for as long as I knew that this was something boys and girls did together. It was surreal. And yummy. And so worth all the anticipation. He was gorgeous. All hard planes and muscles and tattoos.

Nathan groaned. “Christ, if you could see the expression on your face…”

I froze, my fingers still pressed against the Badass Builds tatt on his left pec. “What?”

Nathan huffed. “Should’ve kept my fool mouth shut. Now you’re all tense and second-guessing yourself. Stop it, Maddie. You’re beautiful. I want you.” He ground his pelvis into me as his lips kissed mine again. He kissed me until my breathing grew strained. Until I forgot what the problem was again. Finally, he pulled back and that hella hot, smug smile stretched across his lips again. “There she is.”

“Who? Me?”

“The doe-eyed seductress who seduced me in her bikini without even knowing. The siren who called to me from a fucking app she is too good for. I don’t know how it took me so long to see you, but I do now.” He shook his head slightly as his eyes ate me up. “I want to see more of you.”

My breath hissed as he tugged at the bottom of my shirt. “I thought it was my turn.”

“I thought you were too shy.” Nathan sat back on his heels as he raised an eyebrow. “But if you want to have a turn petting my body, I’m not gonna stop you.”

I had to laugh at that. But my fingers didn’t hesitate to take up their earlier exploration. I brushed them against his chest, learning all the crests and valleys of his muscles. The way his eyes darkened when I brushed against his erect nipples. The way his stubble rasped against my skin as I leaned up to explore what made him shudder. He had a sensitive spot just below his jaw. I’d probably have stubble rash tomorrow, but I really didn’t give a crap. Nothing mattered now that I had him under my fingers.

With a growl of frustration, he sat back against the couch and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him.

“That’s more like it. You can pet me and I can—” His words were swallowed by a moan as I leaned down and ran my tongue around the shell of his ear.

“I can have my evil way with you, and you can sit back and like it,” I murmured into his ear.

“I’m not gonna complain, sweetheart.” Nathan gave this soft chuckle that made goosebumps break out all over me. “As you were.”

This time I was the aggressor. Kissing him until he was the one groaning and arching into me. I felt powerful as I broke away to nibble my way down his jaw to his neck. I teased the flesh there with a rasp of my teeth. “You got any rules for me?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Do whatever you want to me, baby.”

Oh sweet baby Jesus. He really should say shit like that to me. I groaned and ground my aching center into his jeans while I sucked and nibbled on his stubble covered neck.

But unlike me, Nathan wasn’t content to sit back and take it. His clever fingers were busy fondling my still clothed breasts. He cupped my breasts while torturing my nipples with his thumbs. Rubbing. Flicking. Pinching. Tormenting me.

Until I couldn’t take it any longer.

I pulled back and ripped my blouse over my head. I had to feel him against me. Feel those fingers on my skin.

Of course, I didn’t have to tell him as much. Because as soon as my bra joined my blouse on the floor, his hands were on me. He cupped my naked breasts in his hands, and I shuddered at sensation. Rubbing a thumb over one erect nipple, he leaned down and tugged the other into his mouth.

Sparks shot out behind my closed eyelids. I groaned