Revive (Storm MC 3)

My stomach fluttered when he whispered, “Baby, that’s just the beginning.”

I fell asleep to dreams of the pleasure Nash was going to give me; they really were the best kinds of dream known to woman.

Chapter 19

Addicted To You ~ Avicii

Nash

I walked into the kitchen and sucked in a breath at the sight of Velvet sitting on my kitchen counter cross legged. We’d had a shower together and because she had no clothes at my house, I’d given her one of my t-shirts to wear afterwards. Seeing her in my clothes did shit to me, good shit, and my dick twitched at the sight. The sex with her last night had been out of this fucking world; today was going to be a long day waiting to get back to her.

She was scrolling on her phone and looked up at me.

“You always sit on kitchen benches?” I asked.

“Only the benches of people I really like.”

I jerked my chin at her phone. “Don’t tell me you’re a Facebook addict.” I fucking hated that shit.

She held up her phone and flashed it at me, showing me that she wasn’t on Facebook. “No, I’m just checking my horoscope for today.”

“What the fuck?”

She frowned. “I said, I’m checking my horoscope.”

I walked over to where she was sitting. “I heard what you said, but I’m wondering why you follow that shit.”

“It’s not shit, Nash.”

I took her phone out of her hand and read what it said. “Your life may feel like a roller coaster at the moment, Virgo. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Make sure you talk to those close to you about your feelings and communicate clearly what you need from them.” I looked at her and shook my head. “You really believe this crap? That could relate to everyone’s life, babe.”

She snatched her phone back. “Well, I happen to think it relates very well to my life and I also think the advice it gives is good.”

Damn, she was hot when she got shitty. I’d have to remember that. I held my hands up. “Fair enough.” I leaned in and kissed her before saying, “Christ, you look good in my shirt, sweet thing.”

My words did the trick; she gave me a breathtaking smile before flirting with me. “You look pretty damn good in it too but I prefer you with no shirt on.” Then she added, “What’s for breakfast?”

I unfolded her legs so they fell either side of me. My hands snaked up her legs and under the t-shirt. “Fuck, you’ve got nothing on underneath this,” I muttered as I made the discovery.

She put her hands around my neck, clasping them together. “I was kinda hoping it might entice you to show me again how good your tongue is.”

My dick did more than twitch and I cursed the fact I had to go to work today. “Baby, I never need to be enticed to show off my tongue. It fuckin’ lives for pussy.”

The moan that escaped from her lips got me even harder, and I pulled out of her hold. She frowned. “Where are you going?”

I ran my hand through my hair. “Trust me when I say I want to stay here and fuck you, but I’ve got club shit to take care of this morning.”

Her disappointment was as strong as mine. “Do you get time off at lunch?”

“Fuck, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I’ll fuckin’ make time at lunch.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page, Nash. I’ll be at my place all day; feel free to bring your tongue over. And your cock. Definitely bring your cock.” She was grinning at me now and I laughed at her.

“I’ll be sure to mention it to him.”

“Good. Now, back to my original question. What are you cooking me for breakfast?”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Isn’t that a woman’s job, darlin’?”