Despite all the reminders I’ve given myself that it’s far too soon to propose, that Noelle needs more time to recover, that there’s no rush when things are already so good between us… the words almost spill out, anyway.
Almost.
But I want to do it right. With a ring and an over-the-top proposal and without Noelle feeling rushed into it.
So instead, I say, “I’m yours forever, too.”
Then I kiss her again. Tenderly. Slowly. Taking the time to memorize the feel of her lips against mine.
My heart staggers back into rhythm.
“I love you,” I murmur, my mouth a breath away from hers. “I love you so much.”
Noelle’s soft hand comes to my cheek. “I love you, too, Webb. With all my heart.” Then she reaches between us and wraps her hand around my erection. “Now. Are you going to tell me what to do?”
“Oh, yes.” I nip her lip again. “I absolutely am.”
Grabbing her hips, I turn her over so she’s belly-down, then lift her up onto her hands and knees. “Stay like this,” I growl. “And I want you to close your eyes.”
Noelle sucks in a quick breath. When I place my hand over her chest, I can feel her heart pounding. “Are your eyes closed?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Good.” I kiss the back of her neck. “I want you to keep them that way. So you can focus on the feel of me touching you.”
My hand trails down her stomach, coming to rest between her thighs. Then I sink one finger into her slick heat. “Focus on me being inside you.”
Noelle’s hips jerk. “It feels good,” she whispers.
Another finger joins the first, stretching her. “And this?” I ask.
Another quick gasp, and then, “Really good.”
I nip at the skin at the crook of her neck and shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel it. “And this?”
“Oh.” Her inner walls convulse around my fingers. “I like it. A lot.”
“Good,” I growl. “Now, I’m going to leave a little mark. So you know I’ve claimed you.”
Arousal slicks my fingers. “Yes,” she breathes. “I want you to.”
“And,” I add while positioning myself at her entrance, “I’m going to take you hard. Fast. Like this, you’re going to feel me deep inside you.”
Noelle nods quickly. “Yes.Please.”
Splaying my hand across her stomach, I pull Noelle’s hips up, tipping them at just the right angle. Then I push myself deep inside her, feeling the stretch of her walls clutching at me as I fill her completely.
My mouth and teeth come to her neck again, biting and sucking. I add a little more pressure—never enough to actually hurt her, I’d rather die than do that—and Noelle moans. Her stomach muscles quiver. She tries to push back against me, and I growl a gentle warning, “Did I tell you to do that?”
She freezes. “No. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, gorgeous.” Holding her hips firmly, I pull almost all the way out before sinking deep again. “But if you want me in control…”
“I do.” A beat, and then, “I trust you, Webb. And I want to let you make me feel good.”
Shit.
I almost come just from her words.
