Yvonne’s boys.
A family.
Hisfamily.
She pulled out of the kiss, her harsh breathing telling of her arousal. “Let’s go to bed.”
Still in shock at her easy acquiescence, he trailed her like a friendly puppy, letting her tug him down the dark passage to her bedroom. Luckily for both of them, her boys were heavy sleepers. As much as Nolan enjoyed the boys’ company and their endless supply of questions, this night was for him and their mother.
In her bedroom, she flicked on one of the bedside lamps. A warm glow highlighted the double bed with its silver cover and the contrasting purple pillows. She tossed the fancy cushions on the floor and started shimmying out of her clothes.
Nolan stared, mesmerized by the unveiling of her body. The full breasts, the creamy milk-and-coffee skin that told of her Maori blood. So stunning. So pretty. A trim waist that didn’t show much evidence of the two babies she’d carried, the flare of her hips. Womanly hips that where perfect for him to grip while in the throes of passion. Her jeans hit the floor to reveal long legs. Her feet were big and she often complained about finding shoes to fit. He smiled at the bright red toenails.Sexy.
“Are you going to spend all night staring?” Her voice was a husky purr of objection. “I can always get out my vibrator.”
She was kinky fun in bed and game to try anything. They’d laughed a lot in this bed, and they’d had some risqué, seriously hot encounters.
Nolan started on his clothes, his eyes narrowed as he watched her feminine grace. She raised her arms in a lazy stretch, then freed her hair from its tight knot at the back of her neck. The brown locks fell halfway down her back.
Yvonne climbed onto the bed and parted her legs to reveal trimmed curls and pretty pink flesh. She’d shaved, and he stared at her folds and the glistening juices that already coated her skin. Her finger slid down to circle her clit. “Sex,” she said. “You remember how to do it?”
Nolan unzipped his jeans and yanked them down his legs. A swift curse rang out when he realized he still wore his leather boots. He did an ungainly, one-legged dance while he rectified the situation.
“You want to taste me, Nolan?”
“Yes,” he snapped, wondering when the hell he’d lost control of this encounter.
Naked—finally—he moved between her legs and boosted her higher with his hands beneath her arse. He settled in to feast, her sweet yet musky flavor bursting across his taste buds.
“Yes,” she said. “Suck my clit.” Her hands grabbed for his head, fastened on his ears and using them like handles, she tried to direct proceedings.
Grinning against her flesh, he used his tongue to circle the swollen bud, not giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Nolan.” She yanked his ears. Hard.
“Ow, woman.”
“Give me,” she demanded.
He swept his tongue over the straining bundle of nerves. Once. Twice.
Her hips canted upward, into the pressure of his mouth. She groaned, long and loud, her hips jerking with the force of her release. Nolan backed off on the direct stimulation, giving her just enough to draw out the orgasm.
Her lashes flickered, and she opened her eyes. Without warning, she twisted her body away. Her eyes gleamed when she met his gaze. “On the bed. Flat on your back.”
Nolan stared, part of him shocked.Who is this woman?
A sharp crack across the side of his buttock made him start, and this time he blinked.
“I believe I said I needed you flat on your back.”
Slowly, Nolan crawled up the bed and turned over. Immediately, he sought her gaze while wondering what the hell was going on. She’d hit him. His arse still tingled from the contact.
She studied his body, and he watched her do it. She smiled and leaned over to trace his lips with her fingertips. He sucked one fingertip inside his mouth, his lips working the single digit in a very sexual way.
A quick gasp escaped her, and she let him continue for a few seconds longer before pulling away. She explored his chest with her hands, and he sucked in his breath, his balls so hard he thought they might burst. But he forced himself not to move and let her continue to take the lead.
Her tongue flicked over a nipple. Back and forth she licked, worrying the flat disc until he shuddered. She ignored the other and moved down his body. Yes. She was going to touch him, put an end to the months of sexual drought. Instead, she blew a stream of warm air along the length of his dick, the final burst hitting the crown. Another tremor swept him as cool fingertips tugged his sac.
