My Soul to Save
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Okay, so its not an obvious paring. I shrugged and grabbed another handful of regular popcorn. But its not like you and I are exactly simple. Not with his mom teaching me bean sidhe stuff, and my dad watching his every move. Though, there was the little matter of our mutual species.
I like a challenge. Nash stood, his irises swirling lazily. Hungrily.
Oh, yeah? I smiled up at him and retreated slowly until my hip hit the countertop, my insides smoking from the heat of his gaze.
Yeah Nash stepped close enough that I could feel the warmth of his chest through both of our shirts. But he didnt touch me. His head dipped toward my neck, and I inhaled sharply when his breath brushed my collarbone.
I tilted my head back. My heart slammed against my ribs, and I held my breath, waiting to feel his lips on me. They would be soft, and hot. I knew it. I wanted it. But it didnt happen.
His head rose gradually, his breath traveling up my neck unbearably slowly. My pulse raced faster with each hot, damp puff against my skin. Nash My arms rose, and my fingers hovered millimeters from his shirt when his warm hands wrapped around my wrists. Holding me. Stopping me.
Mmm? His breath brushed my ear then, and shivers shot up my spine, lingering in pleasant places all over my body.
Let me touch you. It came out as a moan, and part of me was mortified by the need in my voice. But he liked it. I could tell, and that made it okay.
Not yet, he murmured, his words indistinct, a groan granted the bare minimum of consonants. The sound buffeted my earlobe. Scalding me.
Now, I whispered. I couldnt breathe. Not until I could touch him. Or he touched me. Now. Please, Nash.
Are you sure? His words surged over me like a wave of heat, pulsing with barely controlled desire. Power. Compulsion. Considering his particular talents, he could probably have talked me into anything he wanted me to do, and that knowledge scared me and thrilled me at the same time. But he wouldnt do it. He wanted me to want him on my own.
Oh, and I did. I wanted him so badly every part of me ached, some places worse than others.
Nash pulled back enough so that I could see the brown of his eyes, churning in a sea of green. And still his breath brushed my chin, sending a wave of sensation over me, so delicate I froze to keep from shattering it.
Then I nodded. I was totally sure.
Nash let go of my wrists, and one hand slid over my skin to the back of my neck, cradling my skull. He tilted my head to one side and his lips met mine, just as hot and soft as Id known theyd be.
I opened my mouth for him, drawing him in farther. Deeper. As much as I could take, and still I wanted more. My hands skimmed his chest, traveling boldly over each plane, each ridge, and soon that wasnt enough, either, so Itugged his shirt up, eager for the feel of his flesh beneath my fingers.
Nashs free hand found my waist, squeezing. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my jeans, gripping my hip, scalding me with each touch. I moaned into his mouth when his fingers tightened, and he kissed me harder, teasing me.
My hands wrapped around his waist, traveling up the broad expanse of his back, smooth and hard, and
Give it a rest, already, Tod snapped from somewhere behind his brother. It already smells like sex in here, and youre both still dressed. You have no idea how messed up that is.
Nash stiffened and pulled away from me. Then his forehead fell against my shoulder, and he growled in warning at his brother, as my hands slid down his back and out of his shirt. Nash breathed heavily against my neck as he pulled his fingers slowly from my waistband. He wanted more. Was ready for more.
I could feel his readiness against my hip.
I couldnt make my heart stop pounding. Couldnt control my ragged breathing. Couldnt cool my burning cheeks.
Nash finally stepped away from me, and he was still breathing heavily, too. He shoved his hands into his pockets and collapsed into his chair.
Youre lucky no one else walked in on you, Tod continued, snatching a chip from the bag, completely oblivious to our discomfort, as usual. If I were her dad, youd be hobbling home with your balls in hand tonight, little brother.
Shut up. Tod! I snapped, tugging my jeans into place below my navel, both delighted and mortified to realize I could still feel the warmth of Nashs bare hand on my hip. Or youre not going to be in any shape to help Addison!
Speaking of which Tod dipped his chip into the salsa, then crunched as he spoke. Id appreciate it if you two could keep your sticky fingers out of my personal life.
What life? Nash mumbled angrily. Just sit down so we can get this over with. Kaylees dad will be home by nine, and wed like at least a couple of hours alone before then.
Tod smirked. You think shes ready for any more time alone with you?
Not your business, Tod. Ill decide what Im ready for. I dropped into the chair across from him. Your business is finding the hellion who has Addys soul, and figuring out how to get it back from him. Did you find her contract?
Tod scowled in defeat. No. It took me three hours of digging and snooping this morning just to find out that all copies of demon paperwork are kept in the Netherworld.
So, she never really had a shot at enacting her out-clause. I shoved the bowl of salsa across the table, suddenly too angry to snack. How did the others do it?
I like a challenge. Nash stood, his irises swirling lazily. Hungrily.
Oh, yeah? I smiled up at him and retreated slowly until my hip hit the countertop, my insides smoking from the heat of his gaze.
Yeah Nash stepped close enough that I could feel the warmth of his chest through both of our shirts. But he didnt touch me. His head dipped toward my neck, and I inhaled sharply when his breath brushed my collarbone.
I tilted my head back. My heart slammed against my ribs, and I held my breath, waiting to feel his lips on me. They would be soft, and hot. I knew it. I wanted it. But it didnt happen.
His head rose gradually, his breath traveling up my neck unbearably slowly. My pulse raced faster with each hot, damp puff against my skin. Nash My arms rose, and my fingers hovered millimeters from his shirt when his warm hands wrapped around my wrists. Holding me. Stopping me.
Mmm? His breath brushed my ear then, and shivers shot up my spine, lingering in pleasant places all over my body.
Let me touch you. It came out as a moan, and part of me was mortified by the need in my voice. But he liked it. I could tell, and that made it okay.
Not yet, he murmured, his words indistinct, a groan granted the bare minimum of consonants. The sound buffeted my earlobe. Scalding me.
Now, I whispered. I couldnt breathe. Not until I could touch him. Or he touched me. Now. Please, Nash.
Are you sure? His words surged over me like a wave of heat, pulsing with barely controlled desire. Power. Compulsion. Considering his particular talents, he could probably have talked me into anything he wanted me to do, and that knowledge scared me and thrilled me at the same time. But he wouldnt do it. He wanted me to want him on my own.
Oh, and I did. I wanted him so badly every part of me ached, some places worse than others.
Nash pulled back enough so that I could see the brown of his eyes, churning in a sea of green. And still his breath brushed my chin, sending a wave of sensation over me, so delicate I froze to keep from shattering it.
Then I nodded. I was totally sure.
Nash let go of my wrists, and one hand slid over my skin to the back of my neck, cradling my skull. He tilted my head to one side and his lips met mine, just as hot and soft as Id known theyd be.
I opened my mouth for him, drawing him in farther. Deeper. As much as I could take, and still I wanted more. My hands skimmed his chest, traveling boldly over each plane, each ridge, and soon that wasnt enough, either, so Itugged his shirt up, eager for the feel of his flesh beneath my fingers.
Nashs free hand found my waist, squeezing. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my jeans, gripping my hip, scalding me with each touch. I moaned into his mouth when his fingers tightened, and he kissed me harder, teasing me.
My hands wrapped around his waist, traveling up the broad expanse of his back, smooth and hard, and
Give it a rest, already, Tod snapped from somewhere behind his brother. It already smells like sex in here, and youre both still dressed. You have no idea how messed up that is.
Nash stiffened and pulled away from me. Then his forehead fell against my shoulder, and he growled in warning at his brother, as my hands slid down his back and out of his shirt. Nash breathed heavily against my neck as he pulled his fingers slowly from my waistband. He wanted more. Was ready for more.
I could feel his readiness against my hip.
I couldnt make my heart stop pounding. Couldnt control my ragged breathing. Couldnt cool my burning cheeks.
Nash finally stepped away from me, and he was still breathing heavily, too. He shoved his hands into his pockets and collapsed into his chair.
Youre lucky no one else walked in on you, Tod continued, snatching a chip from the bag, completely oblivious to our discomfort, as usual. If I were her dad, youd be hobbling home with your balls in hand tonight, little brother.
Shut up. Tod! I snapped, tugging my jeans into place below my navel, both delighted and mortified to realize I could still feel the warmth of Nashs bare hand on my hip. Or youre not going to be in any shape to help Addison!
Speaking of which Tod dipped his chip into the salsa, then crunched as he spoke. Id appreciate it if you two could keep your sticky fingers out of my personal life.
What life? Nash mumbled angrily. Just sit down so we can get this over with. Kaylees dad will be home by nine, and wed like at least a couple of hours alone before then.
Tod smirked. You think shes ready for any more time alone with you?
Not your business, Tod. Ill decide what Im ready for. I dropped into the chair across from him. Your business is finding the hellion who has Addys soul, and figuring out how to get it back from him. Did you find her contract?
Tod scowled in defeat. No. It took me three hours of digging and snooping this morning just to find out that all copies of demon paperwork are kept in the Netherworld.
So, she never really had a shot at enacting her out-clause. I shoved the bowl of salsa across the table, suddenly too angry to snack. How did the others do it?
