Prologue
Noah Westcott
Then
Liv.
That’s all I got.
A name is also all I gave.
First names were enough when we tipped the last of the bottles back. Letting the whiskey and wine take hold, we agreed not to attach any strings.
I regret making that pact.
I don’t want just one night.
I want more than only the coming hours, craving a last name, maybe her age, where she’s from, or why she’s here in the Hamptons this weekend.
But that’s not the deal we made.
Dark brown hair falls like silk over my legs, her luscious lips wrapped around my dick that’s slick from her mouth and swollen. Despite the long strokes of her tongue and the heat she’s creating as she consumes me, I suspect the eyes that beg for my attention match mine in the daylight.
It’s too tempting to drop my head back and savor the suction of her glorious mouth, the way she takes me so deep that I hit the back of her throat. But the trust she gives in her gaze should never be taken lightly, so I keep my eyes fixed on hers.
I’m the opposite of someone who has a right to behold it, but since she’s offering, I’m enough of an asshole to take anything she’s willing to give.
I don’t hold back and give into the ecstasy. Twisting my fingers through her hair, I keep her steady until I fall apart, giving her all of me and more than she can handle. She slips back on her heels, the palms of her hands hot against my knees.
Swollen lips, glassy eyes, a look of contentment settles through her fine features as she tries to catch her breath.
Dropping to my knees before her, I grasp her face in my hands, coming so close, I could kiss her. I don’t. Instead, I say, “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” I then kiss her and those lips that pulse with the sexual energy flowing between us.
She grabs my shoulders and pulls back, her breath heavy against my neck. “It’s been . . .”
Her words grab my attention as much as the way her nails dig into my skin. I tilt back to look into the eyes that try to hide what she was so close to saying. “It’s been what?”
With the slightest shake of her head, she looks down. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve been with anyone . . . intimately.”
I didn’t take her for shy based on the fact we met just a few hours ago. She had no qualms taking charge of the situation as soon as she removed my swim trunks. So opposite of who she is from what I’ve seen.
No way will I let her sit and worry about a reaction from me. Every other guy’s loss is my gain. That I even get to share a night with her makes me feel damn lucky.
Tucking a finger under her chin, I lift it until our eyes meet again. “That’s a damn shame.” I kiss the corner of her lips as a smile grows beneath. Lifting her to her feet when I stand, I say, “Get on the bed. It’s my turn.”
She crawls onto the mattress giving me a quick flash of that fine ass before she turns to lie before me like a steak presented to a man on a hunger strike. My mouth waters for her as I wedge my hands between her knees.
Butterflying open for me, she bites her bottom lip and watches as I go down ready to devour her. Her back arches, her moans growing in frequency, the sound of my tongue fucking her before I nip at her clit has her thighs squeezing together with my head in the middle of them.
It doesn’t take but a few minutes to have her bucking and begging for me to make her come. I lap between her lips and kiss, sucking her sweetness until her body begins to tremble under my tongue.
There’s something about feeling her, hearing her, fall to pieces . . . my name escaping her lips . . . her body clenching around my tongue . . . her hand holding mine until it becomes too much.
It’s too much for me to hang on for long.
Again. I’m hard and in desperate need of relief.
I won’t take this from her, though. Placing one last kiss on her lower lips, I replace my tongue with my fingers and trail kisses down her thigh, lifting her knee and stroking under the bend as if I were still lapping at her clit with my tongue.
Fingers fisting the sheets.
Toes digging into the mattress.
Her belly taut with building tension.
I sit back to watch this gorgeous goddess come for me. When her eyes open, I lean to kiss her knee before climbing beside her and lying still.
Our breaths fill the void though the ache of my dick is visceral, causing mine to tense before releasing again.
When her body stills, I prop myself up, leaning over to kiss her mouth, but am quick to fall back again. Reaching for me, she whispers, “That’s never happened before.”
I grin, my ego fed and satisfied.
Turning to her, our eyes meet and the wave that just ripped through her is replaced with a calmer sunset. “That long, huh?”
Her gaze rolls to the ceiling. Our arms press together before her pinky wraps around mine. “It’s been never.” With a flutter of her lids, her eyes close.
I can’t stop thinking about “never” and what she means by that, but I don’t want to disrupt our peaceful state to ask. Rolling to my side, I kiss under her jaw, then her chin before covering the column of her graceful neck, taking my time to appreciate the intimacy.
Intimacy isn’t something I’ve ever wanted. That urge is never present. With Liv, I crave it. I don’t want this night to end.
My dick finds an ounce of relief in the contact between us, but nothing will ease the hunger growing inside until I’m buried deep within her. But her breathing deepens as if exhaustion has finally taken hold of her without permission.
My chest is as twisted as my thoughts lying beside her. It’s probably the whiskey, the late hour, and the woman. It’s probably best if I get some sleep like she’s finding.
Bury the thoughts, the twist, the desire of wanting more from her. Sleep. It doesn’t take long for me to give in like she has . . .
I’m not sure how long I’m out but when I force my eyes open, I stay quiet in bed, spying on Liv leaning against the frame of the balcony door. The wind catches the ends of her hair, sending them into a tiny mess while the ocean grows louder in the morning hours.
Ice crumbles against the sides of her glass, and condensation gathers, threatening to fall against her creamy skin.
She’s stunning in the moonlight, the silhouette of her body—great tits, that ass that I bit for her attention, the curve of her lower back my hands grazed over, and the softness of her belly that I kissed just after making her come.
She’d probably hate that I notice the details of her body, but it’s not about seeing them now.
It’s about memorizing, remembering everything about this night for later . . . a night alone, an urge that needs an image to accompany it, a dating drought. That’s never happened, but there’s a first for everything.
Those urges come roaring back from the sight of her body, mine on full alert.
Sleeping didn’t ease the discomfort of wanting something more from her.
Is it the way I’m not allowed into her thoughts or how she appears aloof that keeps me magnetized by her presence?
Or maybe it’s that the only thing I definitively know about her is three letters.
Liv. I’m not used to being shut out, yet she’s doing a great job of keeping things surface.
She takes another sip, the shift of the glass causing a droplet to hit her chest and run toward the slight of her breast, threatening to coat her nipple. The chill sends a shiver of goose bumps across her skin. I follow the water as it trickles over her skin, the trail glistening in the moonlight.
My dick stirs, the sight summoning me to her. If I’m only getting one night with her, I plan to make the most of every minute of it. And I can’t wait another fucking second to taste her again.
Pushing up from the bed, I walk to her, needing to touch her in a way that causes an eruption of awakening within her. I run my hand over her hip and dip to kiss the curve until I reach the spot behind her ear that makes her tremble in the most delicious way.
Without telling anyone, we left a bonfire only a few hours earlier and made our way back to the house.
If she would have had her way, I would have been inside her as soon as we crossed the threshold, but we kissed instead.
Not sure when I grew a conscience, but I slowed things down trying to win over her mind as much as her body.
She appeared to be on a mission of her own, though.
I wasn’t hard to convince. We did little talking thereafter, losing ourselves in the exploration of each other’s bodies, hands scrambling to undress each other as we headed for the bedroom.
I can’t say I didn’t try to be a gentleman.
But now the mood has changed. I’m sure she feels the shift as much as I do. She remains quiet, keeping her thoughts to herself, and her lips wet from another sip of water.
Since we’re both standing here naked, bare to each other, I whisper, “We don’t have to leave as strangers.” I sacrifice another effort to make something from nothing.
The tips of her fingers, cold from the glass, tap my cheek as a smile graces her face. The moonlight dances in her eyes as she stares into mine. “That would go against our agreement.”
Chuckling under my breath, I move in, anchoring a hand above her head while staring into those gorgeous eyes of hers. “We made the rules, babe. We can break them as well.”
I slide my fingers between her legs, slipping them in the slick welcome of her pussy. “What do you say?” I ask, then kiss the side of her mouth.
I pull back and brush her hair away from her face, admiring her beauty and the innocence before fucking her with my fingers.
Her head tilts back, eyes closed and mouth open.
I cover it, swallowing her breath and giving her life.
Pulling back, I watch her chest rising and falling through jagged breaths.
When she peeks, she whispers, “Noah.” She wraps her arms around my neck to hold me closer.
Kissing the side of my mouth, she adds, “Let’s not ruin a good time. ”