“Dammit. Why do you have to be so—” With another snap of his hips, the headboard hits the wall again. “Fucking.” He pulls back, plunging into me with another crash of the furniture. “Hot.” Releasing my wrists, his mouth crashes down on mine and he grabs my hips, holding me down. We both cry out as he drives into me one final time. A tremor runs through his body, and he buries his face in my neck with a low groan, throbbing between my legs with release. Nash half-collapses over me, supporting his weight. “Holy shit.” His mouth slides along my jaw. “I missed that.” “I did, too.”
