I press my body against his and kiss him with everything in me. He kisses me back, and it’s as if our two worlds collide, then melt into one. I open my mouth, and our tongues dance together. It doesn’t feel new or strange. It’s as if we’ve kissed a thousand times before.
The world narrows to our breath and heat and the way his mouth claims mine. Emotions surge through me—happiness, lust, contentment, and yes, a little fear—because I’m handing this man pieces of myself I’ve never shared with anyone else. Not just my body, but my heart too.
Because I’ve fallen in love with Nolan West. Somewhere during the last few weeks, he’s become my home.
So I give in to it, letting my body take the lead.
Not for long, though, as Nolan takes control. He slides his hands beneath me to cup my ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he tastes every inch of my mouth.
His hands find the hem of my shirt, and I break the kiss to help him yank it off. His shirt follows, leaving him bare from the waist up. He’s thick and solid. Beautiful despite the few scars that mar his chest. I plan to learn their story, but not now, not tonight.
Before I know it, Nolan has divested me of my jeans and panties. My bra is last, and his breath hisses out as my breasts spill free. He pauses to take me in, his eyes running over me hungrily. My chest rises and falls as I resist the urge to cover all the places no man has ever seen.
“Fuck, Sally,” he groans, running his fingertips over the swells of my breasts. “The things you do to me.”
“I was about to say the same thing.” I skim my hands over his broad chest with its sprinkling of hair, relishing his heat and the firmness of muscle tethered beneath skin. “But I think you’re overdressed. Something needs to be done about that.”
The words have barely left my mouth before Nolan is standing and kicking off his boots, then shoving his jeans and boxers down his muscular legs. My gaze falls on his cock, thick and heavy, arcing up toward his stomach.
I tilt my head. “Looks kind of angry.”
His mouth quirks. “He’s got a lot of feelings,” he says, his voice rough with humor and restraint. “Especially where you’re concerned.”
I grin, breathless and a little shaky with how much I want this, how much I wanthim. But underneath the desire is something deeper. A quiet awe that this moment is real. That we’ve reached this point not by accident, but by choice.
He kneels over me on the cot, his eyes sweeping down my body like he’s trying to memorize every inch before daring to touch again. When he finally does, sliding his calloused palms along my thighs to part them, my body arches instinctively toward him.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmurs. “You don’t even know, do you?”
I shake my head, too overcome to answer out loud. I’m desperate for him. It’s not a want but a need.
I pull him to me again, locking my ankles around his waist as I kiss him. Our eyes lock, and our surroundings fade away. There’s only us, this, our connection, and the heat in his brown eyes.
It isn’t until his hand settles on my mound, his fingertips electrifying my nerve endings, that I’m jolted from the spell he’s casting over me.
Sliding a finger through my folds, he slowly slips it inside me. I gasp with pleasure, then moan as another finger joins the first. He works them in and out in a steady rhythm, sparking something deep inside me. I close my eyes, consumed by the intensity of the moment.
I reach between us to wrap my fingers around his hard length. The slickness of the pre-cum at the tip sends an electric thrill through me.
“Fuck,” he grunts, nibbling my ear. “That feels so good.”
I whimper in protest as he removes his fingers. His cock slips from my hand as he slides further down my body.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he mutters as his mouth settles over my nipple.
Amazing doesn’t encompass how it feels to have his lips close over my peaked nipple, sucking it slow and easy. Then he sucks hard and grazes it with his teeth before moving to the other to repeat the delicious torture. Spirals of sensation slide from my breasts to my sex.
Nolan. Nolan.
He looks up at me, his brown eyes smoky. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.”
I didn’t realize I’d called his name aloud as I arched against him.
He kisses a sizzling path between my breasts. I let out a choked sob as he nips my stomach, moving lower until his face is between my thighs. Using his thumbs, he parts my lips, exposing me completely. His eyes linger on my sex with burning intent for a moment before he dives in with enthusiasm. The first hot swipe of his tongue pulls a muted scream from my throat as he tastes my arousal, my wetness.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mumbles. “Musky and sweet. Need more.”
He wrecks me with his mouth and tongue and teeth, licking a part of me that’s never known a man’s mouth or touch before.
