“Here,” I say. “Right here. Right now.”
His gaze sweeps across the island. The cutting board is at least several feet away, leaving us plenty of room. “You want me to take you here?” he asks. “On the counter?” A corner of his mouth lifts. “It’ll be hard. And cold.”
My core clenches again. “I know. I want it like that.”
A few seconds go by while he stares at me. His body is completely still.
Desire turns his eyes almost black.
And then he moves.
He pulls my shirt off, exposing my bare chest. His mouth dips to one breast, then the other, pulling my nipples into hismouth and lapping at them. My hands tangle in his hair, holding his head to me. My heart beats so hard, I’m sure he can feel it.
Then he lays me back on the smooth counter, and as Webb warned, the marble is cold. But it’s the perfect counterbalance to the heat searing across my skin. Tugging my hips forward, he pulls off my shorts, then my panties. “Fuck, Noelle,” he groans. “You’re so damn… Shit. How did I get so lucky?”
His hand drags possessively down my chest to my stomach as his gaze devours me. As his fingers dip lower, they tease at my opening, using the dampness to ease their way in. He plunges one finger inside me, then a second, then starts pumping them as my inner walls quiver around him.
Feeling his fingers—and his mouth—is always amazing. But this time, I want his hard length inside me. Going so deep I can feel him bottoming out. So deep it hurts in the most exquisite way.
“Webb. I need you,” I moan. “Inside me. Now.”
“Now?” he asks with a smirk while his fingers keep pumping inside me. “Right now?”
My hips jerk. “Yes. Now.”
Desire heats his gaze. “You want me to fill you up, gorgeous?” He pulls his shorts down and kicks them to the side, letting his erection spring free. “You want to feel me deep inside you?” His hand comes to my lower belly. “Here?”
My breath catches. “As deep as you can go.”
“Ah,” he breathes. Then he takes his erection in his hand and lines it up at my center. “Do you want me to go slow? Or fast?”
Anticipation is an inferno inside me. “Fast. Just—” I gasp as the tip of him slips in. “Oh. I want?—”
“You want me to just—” he inches forward a little more. “Fill you up in one stroke?”
“Yes.Please.”
A moment later, Webb’s expression freezes. “Shit. Condom.”
I almost howl in frustration. “I’ve been tested. And I have the implant.”
“Noelle.” His eyes go dark with emotion. “Are you sure?”
“I am. If you’re?—”
“I am. I get tested every six months. For B and A health screening. And I’ve never—” He leans over to kiss me. “I’ve never been with anyone without.”
“Then we don’t need it,” I reply huskily. “I just need you.”
“Shit,” Webb murmurs. “I love you.”
Then he positions himself at my center again. His gaze burns into mine. And as he plunges deep, he repeats, “I love you, Noelle. So damn much.”
And as he fills me, so completely I’m not sure where he stops and I begin, I look into the eyes of the man who captured my heart and say, “I love you, too.”
CHAPTER 15
WEBB
