“Where do we go from here?”
My sigh came out as shaky and unsure as I felt about our future. “I think... we...” The good and right answer would be for us to go cold turkey and remove the benefits from our friends with benefits situation, but after this thing wrapped, I didn’t know if I’d ever see Nolan Shaw again. If I could have only one more week with him, I didn’t want to waste it hoping and wishing for more. “I think we should be careful.”
His hands slid up my hips and over the waistband of my bike shorts. “How careful?” he whispered.
As his fingers traced up my sides, a small bottle fell out of the pocket of my hoodie. He reached down to inspect it. “Is—is this lube?” he asked with a laugh.
“Travel size,” I admitted, my words coming out a little breathier than I’d intended, because now that he’d touched me and pulled away so suddenly, the soft skin of my stomach felt like it was burning. “Sunny always insists that I’m prepared.”
He inspected the bottle. “Sugar cookie flavor again? Mmm.” He set it down on the table and pulled me closer to him, his breath hot on my abdomen.
With a gentle care I hadn’t yet seen from him, he pulled down the waistband of my shorts, letting them slowly slide down my thighs like he was unwrapping a present with every intention of saving the paper.
My knees weakened, and I forced myself not to suck in or hold myself still as he kissed along the seam of my lacy light pink boy shorts.
A soft sigh lingered on my lips as his teeth dragged along the supple flesh, and with his dark, hungry eyes Nolan peered up at me like I was something to be worshipped. Treasured.
He stood then, pulling my sweatshirt over my head, and pressed the full length of his body into mine.
I slid my hand down to his waist, to his erection bulging against the zipper of his jeans, and used a gentle grip to guide him to the bed.
His voice was raspy and grating when he said, “This is... you areeverythingI want.”
I wanted to respond, but I didn’t know the words to say. I didn’t know how to explain that I felt the same way too, and the possibility of this ending hurt too much for me to admit thathewas everything I wanted.
We stood there framed by his open window, as the sun hovered above the slopes crowding this town that was picture perfect from a distance until you looked close enough to see all its little rough and endearing edges and imperfections. Sort of like me. And Nolan. And whatever we were.
He pressed his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue past my lips, and I hadn’t realized how thirsty I’d been for his kiss until his tongue danced with mine. Scraping my nails over his back, I pulled his shirt over his head, and we both fell onto the bed, him heavy between my thighs as the seam of his jeans rubbed against the wet lace covering my aching slit.
“I need you,” I whimpered into his mouth, like a confession.
With a growl, he left a trail of licks and kisses down myneck and over my heaving breasts. Wonder and lust in his eyes, he pulled the cups of my bra down, letting my nipples spill out. With his warm tongue painting circles around my puckering tips and his teeth poised to bite, he said, “Tonight, I’ll take my time with you.”
Chapter Nineteen
Nolan
“Shh,” I told Bee, putting my hand over her mouth as my other hand continued kneading her hip. No shrill phone alarm for me this morning—instead, I’d woken up to a porn star kissing my neck. Which had quickly turned into Bee riding me like her life depended on it. “Noisy girl.”
Her next moan was muffled by my palm, but she was nodding like my telling her to be quiet was some sort of sexy revelation. Like it turned her on to be scolded for feeling so good, and watching her get turned on turnedmeon. When she made another noise against my hand, I gave her a hard swat on the ass.
“Make any more noise, and I’ll take you over my knee,” I purred, savoring the way she shuddered on top of me. Loving the way her half-lidded eyes strayed all over, from my eyes tomy mouth to my chest, like she couldn’t get enough of looking at me, at us, like she couldn’t get enough ofthis.
Her job meant that she was everyone’s dirty girl all the time, and never her own dirty girl, never doing dirty thingsonlyfor fun andonlyfor her own pleasure. There was always the image to consider, the brand, the performance. It was all give and no take, and I understood that all too well. It was a lot like being a pop star, actually. There was a real high that came after performing—an incredible high, even—but sometimes you just wanted to sing for yourself.
I found her clit with my thumb, pressing and rolling as she fucked herself on my cock. “It’s morning now,” I murmured, still keeping my hand over her mouth. “We’ve been fucking all night, and you’re still not satisfied, are you? And every person walking down our hallway this morning is going to know it. They’re going to know you can’t come enough to keep that pretty pussy happy, aren’t they?”
I felt the moment my words sent her over the edge. Her eyes flew wide and she fell forward, her hands splayed on my chest and her hair tumbling over her shoulders to tickle my face and collarbone as she panted against my palm. Her thighs were tense, her chest heaved, and her core was hot and fluttering around me. I could feel her smile against my hand as she came, and all I wanted was for time to stand still so that I could finally drink my fill of her, of her body and her smile and her wicked sense of humor. Because last night hadn’t been enough—this morning wouldn’t be enough.
I can’t get enough.
The moment her climax receded and she began to get laxand slumpy, I flipped us over so she was on her back, and I was on top. I was back inside her in an instant, moving between her thighs with hard, rutting strokes as she ran greedy hands up my biceps and over my shoulders. She grinned up at me, her eyes still glittering with the dozy sparkle of the recently orgasmed and her cheeks still stained pink.
“What about you?” she teased, scratching her fingernails up my back, drawing a grunt from deep in my chest. “Will you be able to stay quiet when you come? Or is everyone going to know how much you love fucking me?”
I grunted again. There was no hiding it, no staying quiet. Whether I was inside her hot, slick sex or her hot, slick mouth, whether I was in her hand or just pressed against her, Bee Hobbes drove me out of my goddamn mind.
Needing her mouth, I bent down to kiss her, sliding my arms underneath her shoulders and laying my entire body over hers so that we were pressed together as I fucked the churning orgasm out of my body and into hers. I kissed her the whole time, licking into her mouth as I screwed her, and only stopping once I’d drained myself into the condom.
