He’d lied.
“The boys are sound asleep. Hey, those look like heavy thoughts.” Nolan tugged a lock of her hair.
She blinked up at him. “Sorry. Busy day at work. Sometimes it’s hard to switch off.” And that was a big, fat lie. She was stupidly letting her past mess with the possibility of a happy future. Nolan loved her. He loved the boys, and he demonstrated the depth of his feelings every day, in every interaction. Michael and David were thriving under his attention, and she shouldn’t need his words to rubberstamp the deal when words were like cheap carnival beads. Actions were the gold in this treasure hunt.
“Let’s get you into bed then,” he said, his kindness bringing the sting of tears to her eyes. Not the impression she wanted to give tonight. Crying would raise questions, and she needed to shore her defenses.
Another thought whisked into her mind, one she hadn’t entertained for a long time, and an unwelcome blast from her husband past.
You’re kinky, Yvonne. Admit it. You like trying new things, pushing sexual boundaries. The only time you didn’t disgust me was when you agreed to a threesome with your dance partner. That time you played right into my hands.
“Yvonne.” Nolan shook her lightly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she replied automatically, and it was obvious to both of them she’d told a fib. She pushed out a grumpy sigh, angry at her ex all over again and pissed at herself for lettinghimspoil her time with Nolan. “The past.”
“What about it?”
“Forget it,” she said. “Nothing important. I’d rather show you how much I missed you today.” She reached for his buttons and unfastened two. Time to deflect his curiosity. She leaped into siren mode, which was what she did best, and dipped her fingers beneath the denim of his shirt. Warm skin. She leaned closer to kiss that skin and masculine soap and the faint whiff of farm wrapped around her senses like her comfortable flannel robe. “I want you.”
“I’m yours.” He sucked her bottom lip, gave her a quick nip. A low moan sounded deep in her chest. It rushed up her throat, shoving aside every misgiving, every hesitant thought. She tugged his shirt and struggled to remove the garment.
Nolan laughed, not even trying to help her search for more skin and farm-fit muscles. Instead, he trailed tiny kisses down her throat, lingered at the juncture of her shoulder and neck until arrows of heat and pleasure darted through her to sink into the bull’s eye. God, she wanted him.Right now.
Busy hands dealt with her clothes while his mouth paid homage to every erogenous zone he revealed. The swish of his tongue tickled her stomach. A puff of warm air down her folds sparked a tightening sensation deep in her womb, and she stirred restlessly, splaying her legs and displaying everything to his gaze.
For a second, thoughts of her husband threatened, her muscles tensing when she recalled his disgust of sexual intimacy with her, his dislike of her open enjoyment.
Yvonne cursed under her breath, angry with herself for letting her husband intrude yet again. Almost defiantly, she lifted her hips in a silent demand for more of Nolan’s touch, and his hum of approval shunted her to a better place. One hand fastened on her hip and held her still while he finally made contact. She sighed in pleasure at the languid, lazy swish of tongue on and around her clit.
“More,” she demanded and barely jumped when the fingers of his other hand roamed to press against her puckered entrance.
“How much more?”
“Everything, Nolan.” As his thumb pressed deeper, an edge of dirty heat knifed her, stealing her breath, stopping her heart for an anxious moment. Need warred with decorum. “I haven’t done this for a long time.”
Nolan lifted his head, his eyes glittering with lust. “Do you want me to stop?”
Yvonne forced a smile, kicked husband memories in their fleshy gut. “Just go slow.”
“I would have anyway,” Nolan said with a quick grin of acceptance. “You went easy on me. Lube?”
“In the drawer,” she said, indicating which one with a jerk of her head. He gave her nub a lick and continued down, teasing her pussy, his stubble rasping the delicate skin of her inner thighs. The spicy tang of arousal filled the air while he drove her higher with his fingers and mouth.
When he finally rose to grab lube, the hot pleasure from his touch made itself felt in sensual pins and needles. Her nipples were hard, distended. Ruby red, and the touch of her hand at her breast arced down to her pussy in a bungee of raw, needy demand.
“Yvonne, that’s so hot. I love watching you, your open sensuality. I like your sense of adventure. It makes loving you fun.”
Eyes she hadn’t remembered closing flew open, opposing adversaries of guilt and pleasure battling it out for supremacy. She gazed at Nolan, tried to register his mood, his thoughts, the reasons and meaning behind his words.
And failed.
Her judgment had warped, leaving her like a boat bobbing on an ocean and not an oar in sight. She could no longer trust her gut.
Nolan frowned.
The silence lengthened until it snapped like a dry piece of pasta.
“My husband thought I was kinky, and not in a good way.”Oh, god. Now she’d done it.
