I see her smile as we pass under the city lights. “Right? Rest.”
“I guess that means you’re willing?” I ask.
“Willing? Yeah, I’m willing. But we have to go to Greyson’s tomorrow to stock their fridge and decorate.”
Noelle wears her emotions on her face and in her voice, which is why I’m scared her family is going to catch on to us coming close toknocking boots, as true Texans say.
After we park, unload the truck, take the elevator up to my condo, and put the fridge and freezer food away, I say, “I need a shower. The guest room is the last room on the right. Or if you need to unwind,” I go to the den and pick up the remote. “Feel free to…unwind.”
God, I sound like it’s the first woman I’ve had over. I promise it’s not, but it has been a while.
“Thanks. Now go shower. I’m going to go over my notes for the story and type them up.”
“Okay, I’ll just head to bed after.”
She frowns, her shoulders slumping before she quickly recovers and pulls out her laptop.
The shower seems to take too long, needing to be back out there with her. The problem is I don’t want her to know it. I wrap the towel around my waist and look at my reflection. The person staring back at me looks disappointed too, seemingly saying,“Why did you bring her back here?”
Good question. One I know the answer to, but I’m trying hard to resist the butterfly puttering around my house.
When I’m ready to brush my teeth, I realize that I dropped my overnight bag in the den. I step out of my bedroom, and I see her prancing around the kitchen in my T-shirt. I can’t help but remember her tits. The way they pushed into my mouth. Rosy nipples screaming for relief.
I attempt to sneak past her, tiptoeing, but I’m a two-hundred-and-twenty-five-pound former football player. She turns, the shirt hitting her upper thighs. Her gaze travels the length of me.
She mouths a curse word that’s meant only for her, but I hear it. Or maybe I’m hearing what I want to hear. But then she says, soft and determined, “Teach me.”
Everything in me wants to undress her and fuck her on the kitchen island. There’s no coming back from full-blown sex with Noelle. Do I walk away?
No. I drop my bag.
Stride into her personal space.
Back her into the island.
“What do you want to learn?” My voice is raw and rough.
“How to make you want me.” She presses her hands on my chest.
Fuck me. I already do. So. Fucking. Bad.
Without thinking, I lift her onto the slate countertop, spreading her knees like a butterfly. She's my butterfly. Sweet, light. Spotted with pain and striped with scars.
“Me want you?”
It must come out harsh because she asks, “Can you at least pretend and teach me how to make a man feel good?”
“Yeah, I can do that. But when we’re done with lessons, this is over.” Before the words are even all the way out, I’m moving her thumbs over my nipples as I kiss below her ear, a spot she loved last night. “Move your hands and nails down. Slow…tease me.”
She’s a quick learner. Fire consumes my body from her silky touch and the slow drag of her nails.
“Take off my towel. Grip me.” I slide my lips down her neck. She’s panting from going slow, and I can already feel my core tightening.
“How can it be so hard and soft at the same time?” She floats her finger over the head, then pumps it a few times.
“Rub the precum over my dick.”
“Why?”
