“I want a taste,” I said, my voice rumbling. Before she could argue, I was moving aside the material and bringing my mouth to her heated core.
My tongue swept along her entrance, lapping up the desire leaking from her. She tasted like the sweetest nectar, and I knew I could get drunk off the taste of her. Another pass of my tongue had Nellie arching her hips to meet me.
“Please, Noah!”
Not wanting to make her wait a moment longer, I forced myself to rise, pushing my boxers down as I did so. My cock jutted out, and Nellie’s eyes darkened as she took it in. She bit her lower lip, then shimmied out of her underwear.
Having her bare and spread out before me was the most captivating of visions. I fisted my cock, pumping it slowly while I took her in. “You sure you want this, Nell?”
“Yes,” she nodded eagerly, letting her thighs fall open in welcome. I stepped toward her, rubbing my thick tip against her soaked entrance, coating myself in her juices. “Hurry!” she pleaded, sliding closer to the edge of the counter.
I pushed in slowly, feeling her stretch over every inch of me. Nellie’s fingers gripped the edge of the counter for dear life, and she let out a deep moan I felt in my bones.
“God, you feel amazing, Nellie,” I murmured when I was fully in her.
“So do you. Now fuck me, Noah.” she panted.
I smiled, then I delivered exactly what she asked for.
I pounded into her like I’d been thinking about doing since seeing her again at the grocery store. With each thrust, I claimed her. It wasn’t long until her thighs were trembling against me. I held them for her, not slowing even when I felt my own orgasm building. I fucked her through her release, feeling her walls clench around me and her orgasm seeping out against my balls.
“Holy shit, Nell.” I grunted, feeling her cum again. I rotated my hips, drawing it out, and then lost control, pumping into her with shaky thrusts as my own orgasm blew through me like a freight train.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nellie
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I’d really wanted to sleep with Noah in his bed, so naturally I decided the best place to be was anywhere but in his bed. I chose the guestroom furthest away from his, hoping the distance would provide me with some clarity after our intense coupling.
It did not. I tossed and turned all night, thinking about how close he was. Just down the hall. Zero clarity was achieved.
My body ached in the best way. I felt deeply satisfied and yet, I craved more.
Noah had done everything right; he had made his interest in me apparent, but he respected that I was teetering still, and hadn’t pressured me once. He’d let me call the shots, and even when I begged him, he’d made sure it was what I truly wanted.
Afterwards, he’d drawn a warm bath and climbed in with me, then washed my hair and my aching body with such tenderness, I’d almost wept. The intimacy of it was staggering, and I didn’t exactly know what to do with all of it.
But Noah hadn’t so much as pouted with disappointment when I’d told him I thought it’d be better if I slept in one of the guestrooms. He’d given me a cozy pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a T-shirt of his to sleep in, and made sure I had everything I needed to be comfortable.
And I was comfortable. The bed I was in felt like a cloud, and the woodstove kept the entire cabin cozy and warm. But I knew, even though I’d never spent the full night in Noah’s arms, that sleeping beside him would have been a thousand times more comfortable. There was something about him that put me at ease, and I couldn’t figure out why.
On paper, Noah was a player who hadn’t had a serious relationship in almost a decade, much like me. I shouldn’t have found that as reassuring as I did, but I somehow knew he was safe.
I knew he was home.
And those were dangerous thoughts to have this early on. Sure, I might be pregnant with his baby—maybe—but that didn’t mean I could trust that everything would all work out like magic. Even if our chemistry was off-the-charts hot.
I didn’t fall asleep until nearly two o’clock in the morning, and I awoke around ten to the scent of bacon and coffee. My stomach growled as if it’d been weeks since my last meal.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand beside me, and I reached for it noticing I had several missed text messages from Sage as I unplugged it from the charger.
Sage: The blizzard is getting out of hand. Text me when you get back to Hartwood Creek!
Sage: Tabitha said you didn’t come home last night! Are you okay?! You’re not in a ditch somewhere, right?
Sage: Okay, now I’m really getting worried. TEXT ME BACK!
