Reckless (Reckless #1)

Reckless - Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Warmth spreads through my body as he moves his lips against mine. It’s rough, like we can’t get enough of each other. Nash’s hands are clasped in my hair, fingers softly massaging my scalp. He urges my head back, deepening the kiss.

A moan escapes my lips, causing him to groan. I wrap my hands around his soft, brown locks, tugging gently.

Chris and I have never kissed like this. With Chris, it feels sweet, innocent. With Nash, it’s a whole different story. It’s like I’m on fire, warmth spreading all through me. He makes me feel like I can’t breathe; like I have to rely on him for breaths.

A flick of his tongue against my lips causes me to open for him. When his tongue connects with mine, all thoughts vanish and all I can think about is this moment.

My hands willingly trail down his shoulders and to his stomach, feeling the muscles clench from my touch. Something in me wants more; wants to feel his warm skin against mine. I finger the hem of his sweater, indicating that I want it off.

Nash must notice because in one quick sweep, he has his shirt off and is molding his lips back to mine. My hesitant, yet hungry, fingers roam all over his bare chest, feeling the hard muscles. His fingers roam my sides until they hit the hem of my long-sleeved shirt. My breath catches. I’ve never done this before, but for some reason I want to go further.

Nash pulls away, searching my eyes. I give him a small smile, nodding my head. He slowly lifts my shirt up until it’s over my head and on the floor. I’m left in only my simple white bra; I mentally curse myself for not wearing something cuter. But how was I supposed to know that this was going to happen?

His lust-filled eyes trace over every inch of my bare skin, and a small blush creeps over my cheeks. I’ve never felt so exposed in front of someone before.

“So beautiful,” Nash murmurs before bending down to kiss me on the lips again.

He leans us back, so he is on top of me and my back is against the cool leather couch. His hands are planted next to my head, his arms caging me in. His lips never leave mine as we indulge in each other, hands roaming one another’s bodies. His skin feels warm and soft as he presses the length of his body against my own - like a perfect fit.

My breath hitches at the feel of his body. Nash moves my hair away from my neck and starts placing kisses down the side. I arch my neck, giving him access. My hands clasp to his arms, loving the feel of his muscles against my palms. He whispers my name in my ear, before continuing to kiss my neck.

My hands move to his shoulder blades. I stiffen when my fingers roam across a long, rough raised area running from his shoulder blade down his back. He must sense me because he pulls back, a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Nash asks me.

My fingers run over the area again, causing him to stiffen, “What is this?”

"Nothing,” he says, looking away from my eyes.

“Nash…” I push him back, missing the feeling of his warmth, but curious to see what I felt. He sighs and gives in when I turn him around, his back facing me.

I gasp when I see a long faded white line marring his smooth, olive skin. A black flower stem trails from one side of his shoulder blade down to above his ribs. Tentatively, I reach up and drag two fingers against the rough scar and tattoo, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.

How did I not notice this before? Probably because the last time I saw his back, it was covered in black and purple bruises.

“A flower?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.