Chapter 37
INEZ
37
With the flick of a match, a tiny flame illuminates the room. I’m propped up against Nolan’s pillows, admiring the muscles of his back, his narrow waist and his muscular ass as he lights the cluster of pillar candles he just arranged on his dresser.
There’s a bottle of wine. Two glasses. Soft music playing on low. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I still can’t believe he planned this whole thing and invited me out on our first date tonight. He even had reservations. I felt like a princess with the way Nolan was treating me.
Even though I was a complete klutz and almost ruined it all.
It was still perfect. Nolan was perfect. And now I’m burning from the inside out, crazy with the need to show him how much of a good time I had with him this evening.
When he’s done with the candles, he turns toward the bed. A slow smile spreads across his face as his eyes flit over my almost-naked body. I can’t imagine what I must look like. Hair wild, chest heaving, curves covered in just a few scraps of red lace.
All throughout dinner, I couldn’t wait to show him this new lingerie I splurged on. I know he prefers me naked but from the way his eyes flare, I can already tell that he really likes this set.
The sexy two-piece is see-through with frills and ribbons in all the right places. My best bits are deliciously exposed, showing Nolan just how aroused I am for him. My nipples are rock hard, my clit is a throbbing little nub and when I spread my thighs, he can see that I’m soaked with need.
He strokes a hand down the length of his erection, from root to tip, as he prowls closer. “Fuck. Look at you in that little lacy thing.”
I feel a coy smile on my lips. “You like?”
His eyes are hungry, his cock is engorged, his voice has a dangerous edge to it. “I like it so much I’m trying to decide whether I want to rip you out of it or fuck you without taking it off.”
Waves of lust ripple through my body as he comes near. “Decisions, decisions, decisions,” I mock him even as my bones tremble with anticipation.
A wicked smirk comes over Nolan’s face. “Push your panties to the side,” he orders me.
“Like this?” I question innocently, opening my legs wider and hooking a finger through the fabric to pull the soiled lace out of the way.
He hisses. “Fuck. Yeah, like that.” He strokes himself nice and slow as he speaks. “Touch that pretty pussy for me, Inez. Rub your clit, baby.”
I obey his instructions, making circles, round and round, my eyes never leaving his face.
“Now, dip a finger inside. Get it all nice and wet for me.”
Again, I don’t hesitate to give him what he wants, sliding my finger into my hot, drenched canal. In and out, in and out as I writhe against the sheets.
Nolan climbs over me, kissing me deep and dirty. He kisses me like he can’t stop himself. He kisses me like he’s trying to tear me to shreds. Pulling my hair and biting my bottom lip. His cock lays heavily against my inner thigh, jerking and twitching.
When I try to touch him, he guides my hand back between my legs.
“No, keep fucking yourself like a dirty girl,” he whispers by my ear before he kisses my neck, licks my collarbone, bites the flesh of my breast.
I’m going absolutely insane with his body so close to mine but not close enough. I want him inside me. I want him to fuck me.
“You smell so damn good, baby.” Then he seizes my wrist. “Let me taste.”
I move my hand to his mouth and he sucks my finger between his lips. “Fuck, Inez. So damn sweet,” he groans, sucking harder.
His cock twitches again. And I don’t know what takes over me. I close my fingers around his shaft and bring the tip of his erection between my folds, pressing it against my entrance.
I gasp. Nolan shudders.
“Inez,” he warns, quickly grabbing my hands, pinning my wrists above my head.
I lift my hips, holding his erection right there, coating the length of it in my warmth and my wetness.
His jaw falls open and his eyes fall closed. “Jesus.”
“Please, Nolan.” Hands restrained, I rock my hips again.
I know it’s irresponsible. I do. We should be using protection. I know that. But I’m not thinking with my brain right now. My body is running the show.
I lift off the pillow, bringing my lips to his ear. “Just the tip. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before. And I’m on birth control.”
“I’m clean,” he mutters. “Before you, I hadn’t had sex in over a year.”
I move my pelvis again, letting his crown nudge against my starving entrance. “Let me feel you. Just the tip,” I beg. My knees tremble where they’re braced against his hips.
Nolan’s eyes lock on mine, an inferno burning in his blue irises. He grasps my waist with his free hand and he pushes into me, just an inch or so. My walls clamp down, needing more.
“The tip won’t fucking be enough and we both know it,” he grinds out. “Tell me what you really want.”
In the candlelit room, I look him dead in the eyes and take a staggered breath. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”
Without hesitation, he slams deep inside me, bottoming out, pushing the air from my lungs.
My spine arches off the bed. My eyes roll back. I yelp his name.
Nolan fucks me, his hips hammering against mine. I reciprocate his thrusts as best as I can. But I’m so full. He’s so deep inside my stomach.
I want to touch his body, to hold onto him as we ride each other, but he’s got my hands pinned to the mattress. All I can do is take and take and take his passionate thrusts. “Mine,” he breathes out. “This hot, tight pussy is mine.”
A tortured groan breaks free from the back of my throat. “Yes, Nolan. Yes.”
He takes my lips in a kiss. “This mouth is mine.”
Another passionate sound falls from me.
He fucks me harder, faster. “Your body is mine.”
I toss my head back and moan. “Yes. It’s yours.”
I hold my breath, hoping that he’ll ask for my heart. But he doesn’t. Instead, he pauses, grasps the lace of my panties in his fists and tears the flimsy thing from my body, making me jump in surprise.
Then he slams into me with one final, conclusive thrust. “Come for me, Inez,” he growls into the air.
It’s like flipping a switch. Right on demand, I’m unraveling, falling apart on his cock.
Nolan snarls like an angry wildcat as he empties inside me, his hips still moving in a punishing rhythm. I grip onto his forearms, convulsing at the unbearable aftershocks.
My bra is sweat-drenched and plastered to my skin. The chilly air kisses my bare ass.
Nolan is breathing hard and ragged when he drops down beside me. His hands are big but gentle as they tug me into his arms. He kisses me tenderly this time. Slowly and deeply, like I’m something worth savoring.
For the first time ever, my brain really hones in on those doodles he’s always drawing on my skin—over the left side of my chest tonight.
Letters. He’s tracing letters. He’s writing invisible words.
I pay closer attention as his fingers slowly dance.
M…I…N…E…M…I…N…E…M…I…N…E…
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Oh my…Oh my god.
Suddenly, I can’t breathe.
I lift my head off his chest, meeting his gaze. My eyes feel like they’re bulging out of my skull.
At first, he looks confused over why I’m looking at him that way. And then it’s seems to click.
He’s been caught. He knows I know what he just wrote on my skin, right over my heart.
I watch the emotions cycle over his handsome features. Guilt, fear, and finally, acceptance. But neither of us says a word. We just stare at each other for a long moment.
If he asked for my heart, I’d give it to him in an instant. I’d upheave my whole life, throw all my plans in the garbage, risk everything for a chance at something real with him. All he has to do is ask.
He doesn’t, though.
My mind is racing and my body is literally shaking when I slowly lower my head to his chest again. I try to lighten the mood because the emotions in here are so heavy. Suffocating.
“So, you’re the kind of guy who puts out on the first date, huh, Brighton?”
He squeezes a handful of my ass. “Only for a girl like you.” His voice is hoarse and low when he speaks again. “You can get me to do whatever you want me to. Don’t you know that?”
“Thank you for the perfect night, Nolan.” I breathe into his neck.
He brushes his lips over my forehead and makes me a sweet promise. “We’ll have many, many more perfect nights ahead of us, if I have anything to say about it.”
I don’t respond. I just hold him tighter. Because I’m hiding a secret from him and it feels awful.
Will Nolan change his tune once I tell him about those career opportunities in my inbox?