It’s a look that makes my heart squeeze.
As I work her panties down her hips, I lean down to press a kiss just below her belly button. “Good thing I ordered a lot to eat,” I tell her. “Because we’re definitely going to work up an appetite.”
Noelle sucks in a breath. Desire heats her gaze. “That soundsperfect.”
CHAPTER 12
NOELLE
I don’t thinkI’ve ever wanted someone this much.
Actually, strike that. I’m sure I haven’t.
I’ve never felt this desperate to have a man inside me, stretching me in the most delicious of ways.
I’ve never wanted to feel a man’s bare skin against mine this badly.
And I’ve never,everwanted to see a man naked like this. Like all my Christmases and birthdays rolled into one; the gift the reveal of Webb’s body in all its muscly glory.
Because I’msurehis body is amazing. I’ve felt the hard planes and ridges of his abs, the bulge of his biceps, and the breadth of his shoulders. I’ve grazed my fingers across the light fuzz of hair on his chest and the golden dusting of it on his legs. Our bodies have been pressed together so closely, I could feel his heart beating against mine.
But I haven’t seen him naked. And I want to. Very much.
I want to take him in my hand, stroking his hot, velvety skin until he’s slick with arousal.
I want to taste the salt on his skin while I nuzzle his neck.
I want to kiss my way down his chest and abs, just as he promised to do to me.
And I?—
Oh.
My core clenches as Webb lowers his head between my legs and strokes his tongue across my sensitized skin. Then he uses his fingers to expose the little bundle of nerves there before pulling it between his lips.
My belly tightens.
My thighs quiver.
Another swipe of his tongue brings a rush of wetness as my body instinctively readies itself for him.
Pausing, Webb adjusts my legs so they’re draped over his shoulders, spreading me wider for him. Then he just looks at me, his gaze dark with desire, his eyes darkening to a deep and stormy blue. “You’re so gorgeous,” he says once he’s taken his fill. “So damn gorgeous, Noelle. I could look at you for hours.”
His voice is deeper than usual, setting off flutters in my stomach.
One thick finger sinks inside me, then pumps in and out slowly. My inner muscles squeeze around it, convulsing with need.
Webb dips his head again to kiss me in the most intimate of places. While he caresses me with his tongue, he adds a second finger to the first, using the slickness of my excitement to sink even deeper.
Once he’s as far as he can go, he curls his fingersjust so, setting off an explosion of sparks deep inside me.
My head falls back as I gasp, “Webb. Oh?—”
He pulls my bud into his mouth again, sucking hard this time. Then he puts his hand on my ass, pulling me closer to him.
As his mouth and fingers work their wicked magic, need coils deep inside me. My skin is on fire. My lungs don’t want to work.
All the things I used to worry about in the past—was my stomach pooching out, should I have done more grooming, were the sounds I was making normal—are of no concern.
