I rose onto my knees. I wasn’t used to this lighter Nolan. Was it just a trick until he got me where he wanted me and then he’d go back to—
Good grief, those hands.
He pushed the lace down my legs then he lifted me. “Get these off.”
Again, he had me off-balance. I knew he was strong, but not dead lift me strong. I kicked out of my underwear, and he set me back down on his lap. The warm, silky tip of him slid across my pussy.
“I’ve never been inside anyone bare.”
My breath stalled out. “I’ve never let anyone.”
He brushed his nose along mine. “Will you let me in, Hellcat?”
Somehow it felt like that question was about much more than just sex. Part of me wanted to say no.
There had to be a condom in this place. It was too much, too close, too intense. I was already so on edge with him.
The edge of so many things.
New baby.
New life.
New...love.
It was already here. All I had to do was take it.
I reached between us and positioned him, then I tipped my hips forward, taking him inside me ever so slowly. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned in for a gentle kiss just as he was fully seated.
His big hands gripped my hips. “Ah, Hellcat.” His lips were soft, and the whiskers of his beard added to the comfort. As if there was no rush, no breakneck speed toward the end.
Just him and me moving together.
Helplessly, I lost myself in the rhythm of us. The way he filled me like no other.
My breasts tingled as the friction between us grew. Breath to breath, chest to chest, joined in the most intimate way I’d ever been with someone.
He caught the back of my head, tangling my hair in his fingers. His eyes locked on mine and the motion tripped me into that space between frenetic and gliding. He rocked up into me then he closed his mouth over me as the first orgasm blindsided me. I’d been so focused on holding onto him, on the sweet and the connected way we were moving it sneaked up on me.
My nails dug into his shoulders, and his name spun out against his lips.
His hand slipped down my spine, guiding me through another tumultuous tipping edge of pleasure.
His mouth crushed over mine, and I felt the growl rise up between us. His hips drove him up into me until I was so full I couldn’t breathe around it. There was no end, just the two of us chasing that next pinnacle.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as I took each thrust. I threw my head back, and he took full advantage. Teeth, lips, and his beard all abraded my skin.
“Mine.”
My body shuddered and my thighs quivered with the runaway train that was us together.
His voice echoed in my head.
“Mine.”
And this time, when he emptied himself into me, there was no denying the connection.
He was mine too. Come what may.
THIRTY-ONE
“I know, I’m sorry. Something came up.”
I came out of the bathroom to find Dahlia twisted in my sheets, that tantalizing line of her hip peeking from the lightweight blanket in deep purple. Her skin was made for royal colors.
Glass and metal, with all those endless curves.
My chest tightened at the first spark of an idea. What would it be like to use metal and glass together?
She noticed me in the doorway and tipped her head quizzically.
I shook my head and mouthed, “What’s up?”
“I’ll be in before eleven and I’ll explain everything.”
Work. Had to be one of her partners. It was still early since we’d both crashed before the sun had set, for God’s sake. And I was starving. I found her dress from the day before and tossed it in the dryer to freshen it up for her.
