Page 57 of Electric Touch
“Good, because I know I can do better than that.”
If he can do better than that, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
And I am so here for it.
“Did you always want to be a musician?”
Nash shifts his head. It brings his lips in line with my nipple. My pulse spikes as he draws it into his mouth and gives it a short suck. He releases it and tilts his head up so he can see me. His hand replaces his lips and I squirm, making him laugh. He moves up so his head is on the pillow next to me and puts one arm behind his head. The other on the flat planes of his stomach.
The sheet covers my lower half, but he is gloriously naked beside me. I make a lame attempt not to ogle him as he gets comfortable. We had sex again, and he was right, he did better. Not that the first time wasn’t fantastic. The second time, I think I may have seen the galaxy spark behind my eyelids.
I’ve lost all track of time. Nash went out to the kitchen to get us a drink. He was gone longer than I expected and when he came back, he told me Dylan was home. I hadn’t realised he lives with his brother. Thank Christ he hadn’t got back earlier. I wasn’t exactly quiet. Nash drew sounds out of me I’d never known I could make. He told me not to worry, his brother wouldn’t bother us.
“I wanted to design video games,” he says. “I was big into gaming when I was a teenager. I used to come up with all these crazy concepts.”
“That would have been cool,” I say, surprised he didn’t say being a musician was all he wanted. That was what he said in interviews. I point that out.
“Yeah, I say that. I guess I like to keep some parts of me back. It was a crazy dream, anyway. I can’t even draw a stick man.”
“You could have taught yourself, or gone to college.”
“Turns out I was more talented in other ways.” He glances over and waggles his eyebrows.
“So sure of yourself.”
“Confidence is sexy,” he eyes my body as he rolls on to his side to face me. He brushes my hair back from my neck, using his thumb to stroke my cheek. “Did you always want to be a professor? Or is that a stupid question?”
“No question is a stupid question,” I tell him, making him smirk. “And I knew I always wanted to do something in education. Becoming a professor was my first goal.”
“And now you’ve done that?” he asks, swirling a lock of my hair around his finger. He watches it as he talks. “What’s next on the agenda?”
“Head of department, then Dean. I’m working my way up. But I need tenure first.”
“What’s tenure?” he asks.
“It means job security. It’s an academic appointment. They can’t fire me unless I commit a serious offence against the university if I have tenure.”
“Oh,” he is still twirling my hair. “And do you plan on committing an offence?”
“Not at the minute,” I laugh. “I need to write academic papers and have them published before they can consider me for tenure. I’m also working on a mathematical program which I need to find funding for.”
“So you don’t just teach, then?”
“Do you just get up on a stage and sing?”
“Touché,” he grins. “Do you need me to loan you some money? For your program?”
“Not that kind of funding,” I laugh.
Nash grins at me, joking. “Do you want to stay over?”
I have to get to college for an eight o’clock faculty meeting. I should go home. I have none of my things here and I can’t show up in the same clothes as yesterday. Sasha alone would be intolerable. Of course I’ll fill her in. But not gratuitously. What happened between us tonight was more than just sex. I’ll never speak that aloud to anyone because it scares me a little. I have feelings for Nash, I’m not sure what they are, I can’t articulate it right now, but there is something growing.
“I need to leave early, if I do.”
“I’ll set an alarm,” he says, reaching across me for his phone. His arm brushes against mine as he leans over. He stays propped up on one elbow as he swipes his phone with one hand. “What time?”
“Six thirty.”