“I wanted to,” she said, lips parted, eyes wild. “I wanted you the second I saw you.”
I couldn’t hold out any longer.
Ineededto fuck her.
I increased my pace. Faster.Faster.She moved with me, clinging to me, keeping those blue eyes on mine. She was already unraveling, already coming again…her pussy felt so fucking good.
My rhythm stuttered, but I wanted so fucking badly to make her feel good that I somehow found it again. I buried myself inside her, fucked her like I meant it, like I didn’t want to come so much as I wanted tostay.
Noelle gasped like she didn’t know how to breathe without me inside her, hands scrambling for purchase—one tangled in my hair, the other in a white-knuckle grip on the edge of the counter. When I slipped a hand between us and found her clit—when I circled it with just the right amount of pressure—her whole body arched.
“Fuck, Beau,” she shuddered. “Oh my God—fuck?—”
“I’ve got you,” I said. “I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.”
And she did.
She came hard, head thrown back, lips parted, hips jerking. I watched it happen,feltit happen…felt the way she clenched and pulsed and made me feel like the center of her whole damn world. It pushed me right to the edge, and I buried my face in her neck.
“Tell me where,” I begged, barely holding on. “Please.Please, tell me where you want me.”
She turned her face, lips brushing against the corner of my mouth. “Inside,” she breathed. “Please, come inside me.’
My heart stopped.
Thenthundered.
I grabbed her hips and gave one more thrust, then my vision whited out as I came inside her, chanting her name like it was the only word I knew. It hit hard as a lightning strike, like nothing had ever felt this good…like nothing ever would again. I kissed her hard, snagging her lower lip between my teeth, Noelle hissing out a pleasured sigh.
And when it was over—when my pulse slowed, when I could finally breathe—I didn’t move. I just stayed there, inside her, forehead against hers.
Her fingers brushed my back in slow, lazy circles.
“I’m pretty sure we just overcooked the mac and cheese,” she murmured.
I huffed a laugh, still breathless. “Worth it.”
She smiled, eyes soft. “Yeah. Definitely worth it.”
I didn’t say it. Not yet. But I thought it.
You were worth the wait.
CHAPTER 8
Noelle
We ateour mac and cheese naked.
Straight from the pan at the kitchen counter, no less—the same kitchen counter where this absurdly hot stranger had just railed me into oblivion. I was draped in one of his flannels, Beau still entirely naked…smug and tousled and entirely too proud of myself.
“This is the best mac and cheese I’ve ever had,” I said around a mouthful. “Like…fucking incredible.”
Beau snorted. “You said that about the sex, too.”
“I stand by both statements.”
He grinned and bumped his hip against mine, sending a surge of lightning racing through me. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to do itall night.
