But I had patience; I could wait as long as it took for her to realize I meant every word of what I said. I could wait for her to realize that I was here to stay, regardless of the results of that DNA test.
I moved around the island with intent, stopping in front of Nellie. Peering down at her, I cupped her chin with my hand, tilting her face up to meet my gaze.
“There’s nothing wrong with admitting your feelings and desires. I have feelings for you—so many feelings—and I desire you.”
Nellie’s eyes widened, and she swallowed. I lowered my face to hers, capturing her lips in a slow kiss, making those intentions known. She kissed me back, her own need sparking with mine.
She stood, never breaking the kiss, her hands going to the back of my neck and embracing me. My hand dropped from her face and I gripped her hips, tugging her against me. She let out a gasp that I swallowed when she felt my erection against her, hot and heavy and hard.
“I want you, too,” Nellie whispered against my lips, her eyes searching mine.
“You have me, however you want me,” I assured her, unable to resist pushing my erection against her to punctuate that point. I wasn’t about to talk her out of anything, but I wanted her to be certain the next move was completely hers.
She went back to kissing me, her hands exploring my trapezius muscles and slowly moving down the back of my arms. She squeezed and tested every hard ridge of me through my clothes, all while she kissed me like she was starving for my taste—like how I kissed her.
I grunted when she slipped her hands under my shirt, her fingers grazing against my Adonis belt. I broke the kiss long enough to pick her up and set her on the island, then slanted my mouth over hers again. I kissed her so deeply, I felt her desire turn molten as her thighs spread, making room for me to step between them.
“Tell me what you want, Nell,” I urged her, as I moved to kiss along the side of her neck. The little gasps she made had me jutting toward her, pressing my erection into her centre.
“You, Noah. I want you, now.”
“I’ve got condoms in my room,” I told her, about to lift her and carry her.
“Are you worried I’m going to get pregnant?” she said, a teasing lilt to her voice.
“Uh, no.” She had my brain completely frazzled.
“Well, I’ve been tested recently, and I’m good to go if you are?”
Her questioning gaze and the note of vulnerability had my heart stuttering.
“I am,” I said, my voice gravel and grit. I might have enjoyed my bachelorhood, but I’d always used protection. Or at least, I had until Nellie. But still, despite using protection, I regularly got check-ups. My last one was a few weeks after Nellie, and I’d been given the all-clear.
Nellie nodded, her hands going to tug the hem of my shirt. I allowed her to pull it off me, enjoying the way her eyes heated as she took in my naked torso. I couldn’t help but flex under her gaze.
With the preamble over, we went back to our heated makeout session and desperate touches. Nellie’s fingers felt like fire against my skin—the best kind of burn. I continued kissing her as I unbuttoned her blouse, aware of her panting breaths.
When her blouse fell open revealing the white lace of her bra, I let out a tortured groan, my cock pulsing in response. I could feel the moisture beading at my tip and knew I wouldn’t be able to last long.
I pushed the blouse off her shoulders, and she let it fall to the countertop in a pool of material. I palmed her breast, my thumb circling her nipple over the lace, and Nellie arched her back in response, letting out a delicious moan that made my cock press painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
I lowered my mouth to her breast, kissing the cleavage that spilled out over top of the lace, pulling back and tugging the material down, revealing her pretty pink nipple. I blew air on it, watching it tighten as if transfixed, then brought my mouth to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth.
Nellie whimpered as my teeth gently scraped against the sensitive bud, her hands going to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair and tugging me tighter to her. I didn’t mind the pull against the strands of my hair. I invited it, relishing in her subtle cues for more.
As my tongue toyed with her nipple, my hand slipped around her waist, moving up against her spine to find the clasp of her bra and releasing it. The straps fell down her shoulder, and I pulled away long enough to toss it over my shoulder. I moved to her other breast, giving that nipple the attention it deserved while I went back to gently squeezing the first.
My cock was so hard, I could feel my tip weeping with the need to bury myself in her. Nellie let out a choked sound, her hands going to the button of my jeans and struggling to pop it open.
I smiled around her nipple, helping her out. I unzipped my pants, letting them fall around my ankles, and barely had a moment to breathe before Nellie’s soft hand was sliding down my abdomen into my boxer briefs and wrapping around my cock. She squeezed it, pumping me.
“I need you. Now, Noah.” Nellie’s voice was breathless, but there was an underlying determination.
“I need…” I paused, my muscles all straining when she pumped me again. “I need to get you out of those pants, first.”
Nellie was still dressed from the waist down. She released me long enough to unbutton her own pants and lift her hips. I helped her, grabbing hold of the material and pulling them over her thighs and down her legs. Then I ran my hands back up her legs, slowly touching her inner thighs. She parted them for me, revealing a matching pair of lacy underwear that I could see were damp with her need.
I let out a groan, running my thumb over the seam of her, feeling how drenched she was through the lace.
