Chapter 14
14
KILLIAN
I pulled on board shorts without a shirt. I figured I wouldn't need it tonight. Not when I intended to spend the evening in the hot tub with Noelle. I couldn't believe she'd agreed to check it out.
I wasn't sure she'd ever let me get her in a position like this. It was one thing to help me in the bathroom or with getting dressed, but getting in a hot tub together could lead to so many things. And I was on board for all of them.
I'd never felt this way about anyone, and I think it had everything to do with the connection we'd made over the last few weeks.
I was waiting by the door to the rooftop deck when she stepped out of her room. She wore a filmy white cover-up that did nothing to hide the red bikini she was sporting underneath. Her breasts were literally bouncing as she walked toward me, and I had to keep an eye on them. I was worried they'd spill out.
I figured it would be a bad idea to point out the precariousness of her breasts inside those tiny red triangles. My gaze dipped lower until I finally reached the scrap of material that passed for bikini bottoms.
My heart was pounding, and I wasn't sure I could speak. She was gorgeous. How had no one snapped her up before?
I don't remember ever seeing her in a bikini when we were teens. We spent more time in our snow gear than in beachwear, and I regretted that now.
She tipped her head to the side, studying me. "Are you ready?"
I moved away from the door, opening it for her. "You go first."
As soon as her hips swayed past me, I realized my mistake. She wasn't wearing a thong, at least not on purpose, but the material gathered between her cheeks, leaving those glorious round globes on display. I dropped my head back. I wasn't going to survive tonight.
Only a saint could resist Noelle Richards in a red bikini, and I was no saint.
"Are you coming?" Noelle called down to me.
"Yup." Great. Now I sounded like a frat boy. I needed to be a man to be deserving of Noelle. She didn't mess around with just anyone. She had to trust the person and their intentions. She needed a man she could depend on, and I wanted to be that person.
She looked at me over her shoulder, and I was positive she didn't mean it to be sensual, but it was. She was seducing me without even trying. I was going to be putty in her hands.
At the top of the stairs, I closed the door. I'd told staff that we were up here, and we were not to be disturbed. The video camera feeds were turned off. I wanted private time with my girl. It had been too long, and I wasn't going to let anyone distract us. I'd left my phone below, and it didn't look like she had hers with her either.
I turned on the jets for the hot tub, then the colored lights.
She dipped one toe into the water. Even her toenails, which were painted hot pink, were enticing. I couldn't wait to find out what she was hiding beneath her bikini. Was she shaved bare, or had she left a strip?
She stepped in. "Are you coming in?"
I nodded, throwing my shirt behind me on the chaise lounge. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Wine would be amazing. I almost never indulge."
I wouldn't give her more than a glass. If she made a decision to be with me tonight, it wouldn't be because she was under the influence. I wanted her lucid.
I moved toward the bar and opened a bottle of white wine. I wanted something light and refreshing. The air was chilly, but I'd called ahead to have the heaters turned on, so it was bearable. I poured two glasses and set them on the edge of the hot tub.
Then I jumped in feetfirst, doing my best not to create a splash. I sat on the seat a few feet from Noelle. I wanted to be closer, but I'd have to earn that.
"This feels good on my knee."
"I bet. You should have been up here the whole time." Noelle grinned at me. "Your nurse prescribes hot-tub time every night."
"Only if my nurse joins me." My voice was rough and strained.
Noelle's eyes widened. Then she reached for the wine glass and took a long pull
"Easy on the wine," I chided softly as I inched a little closer to her.
She set the half-drank glass to the side. "I don't get the opportunity to drink much."
"You don't get out much, do you?"
Noelle shook her head. "Too busy."
"Tonight, you're off. You're not my assistant. You don't work for me." I didn't have a plan, but I hoped this was enough to get her to see that I was interested in her.
She let her head fall back and her eyes drift shut. "That sounds amazing."
"You want me to give you a massage?" I asked her, eager to take care of her for once.
"That would be lovely." She shifted on the bench seat so that she was facing away from me. I let my legs go around her and my hands knead the tight muscles in her neck. Her soft moans were enough to keep me moving even as the intimate position had my dick on high alert. He thought I was getting action tonight. He wasn't privy to our history, the shattered trust, the complexities of our relationship.
My body wanted to feel good, and with Noelle between my legs, every nerve ending was telling me to make a move. My brain was slowing me down, telling me to take my time, to savor and woo her.
I wouldn't get another chance. I wished I had all the time in the world to properly date her, to ask her out, and treat her like a man should. But our circumstances were different. We were roommates, and after hearing Xander talk about his arrangement with Tori the last few months, I knew it came with certain perks. Excuses to get close, and I wouldn't squander those now.
Her head fell back onto my chest, and she whimpered when I kneaded a particularly tight ball of muscle.
"When was the last time you had a massage?" I asked her.
Her eyes popped open and met mine. "Never?"
"Was that a question?" I was fairly sure Eli had mentioned that a masseuse was available to make visits to the guests. I wondered if I could book a session for Noelle. She deserved to be pampered.
Her muscles tensed under my palms, and she turned in my arms. "I was thinking I should be paying you rent for my room. I don't even pay for groceries."
"No," I said simply, motioning for her to turn around so I could resume my ministrations. My body had taken over this show, and it was eager for the next step. I didn't want to talk about her paying rent, especially when she shouldn't be paying anything.
"I'm making more money now, and it doesn't seem right."
"Give it to your family. Save it for yourself," I said tightly.
"But—"
I didn't mean to, and it definitely wasn't part of my plan for the moment, but I turned her so that she faced me. My lips descended on hers with the sole purpose of shutting her up. I wasn't proud of it, but when my lips met hers, everything in my body fired. My heart raced, and my fingers tingled as they moved over her shoulders, down her arms, and to her delectable thighs.
I should have asked her if it was okay that I kissed her, confirmed that she wanted this too because her lips weren't parting. In fact, they remained stubbornly closed. I pulled back slightly, shock making my blood run cold. Had I misread the situation? Had she seen our relationship as purely platonic?
"This isn't a good idea?—"
"Do you want to kiss me back?" I asked her, a little tired of reason and logic. I wanted to feel. I wanted to react to her body so near to mine.
Her gaze met mine, and she gave me a nod.
"I need the words," I growled, not wanting to make the same mistake we did so many years ago. Communication was important.
Instead of speaking, she turned farther so that her legs were on either side of my hips, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my lips down to hers. She was kissing me back. My hands went to her ass, and I easily shifted her body on top of mine, her legs wrapping around my waist.
My dick was aching. My hands full of her cheeks. I squeezed them, testing the boundaries of our new dynamic. She moaned into my mouth, and I pressed her closer to me, so she felt every hard inch of my cock.
I wanted her to know how much I needed her. How much I wanted her. She wouldn't question my desire again. She was it for me.
She rose up slightly, aided by the buoyancy of the water, so that she was higher than me, her hands curling in my hair. I played with the strings tied in a bow on her back, and she shivered against me.
I pulled back slightly, needing her consent. "Can I untie your bikini?" Every muscle was tensed as I waited for her answer.
"Please, Killian," and I pulled, her bikini giving way, her breasts spilling out of the confines of the material, and I sucked one nipple into my mouth. I'd wanted to go slow and savor the moment, but my body had gone into overdrive. She felt good in my arms, her nipples too enticing to ignore.
Her nipple hit the roof of my mouth, and I sucked hard. Then I moved to her second nipple, giving it the same attention. Her hands on the back of my head kept me close to her. Her pussy ground against my cock, and I hated that I was wearing board shorts. I wanted to feel her.
I reached down, my fingers teasing the edge of her bikini. She moaned, and I couldn't resist sliding a finger under the elastic.
My mouth found hers, and we kissed while I explored her pussy. She was smooth. Almost as if she'd shaved today. Had she known this would happen? She couldn't have. We hadn't talked about the hot tub until we were on my way to my parents' place.
Had she thought about me in the shower while she shaved? Had she imagined my hands on her, my mouth.
"I need to taste you." The need was primal, feral even.
She nodded shakily, her eyes bright and unfocused. I set her on the edge of the hot tub; goose bumps erupted over her skin from the cool air.
I untied the sides of her bikini, the material falling uselessly to the tile. She spread her legs and leaned back onto her hands. I loved that she trusted me to take care of her, to make her feel good. I didn't take that expectation lightly. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her so that she was pressed against my mouth, her pussy lips naturally parting for me.
When I licked her, tasting her sweet nectar for the first time, she moaned loudly. I was glad we were alone, and no one would hear her pleasure. It spurred me on to drive her higher.
One of her hands landed in my hair, pulling and tugging on the short strands. "Please." Her voice was low and needy.
I'd give her what she wanted and so much more. I had this urge to make her mine, to ruin her for all other men. I was the one she'd brought home to her family. She'd told me more about her life than she told anyone else, even her girlfriends. I was different. I was important.
The weight of that responsibility rested on my shoulders, but instead of freaking me out, it made me more determined to prove to her that we could be good together. That this wasn't a fling or a one-time thing for me. I wanted her.
My heart pounded a little harder. I suspected I wanted her forever, but it was too soon for thoughts of permanency or soul-deep love.
This had to be enough.
I angled her more so that she felt the scruff of my cheeks against her puffy lips as I licked, sucked, and nibbled at her. I eased back slightly to add one finger, then two. She rode my fingers while I sucked her clit. It didn't take long for her walls to convulse around me, her inner thighs to squeeze my ears.
I rode her through the orgasm until she sagged against me. Her eyes were wide with awe as she gazed down at me. "I can't believe we just did that."
"The door is locked. The cameras are off."
Noelle looked around, slightly panicked, as if she hadn't thought about any of that.
"I want to slide inside of you, Noelle. It would be easier in the hot tub for my knee but only if you want this too. I won't push you."
Noelle's gaze met mine; it was full of indecision I wanted to erase.
I pulled her off the edge and into the warm water. Her arms and legs naturally wrapped around me, and I wished I'd taken the time to remove my shorts. If I had, I'd already have her riding my cock. "Do you want this too?"
"I want you, Killian. I always have. No matter how many times I tried to erase you, to ignore you, it was impossible."
With a growl, I set her to the side, pulled off my shorts, and then surged out of the hot tub.
"Where are you going?" Noelle's panicked voice followed me through the cold air.
"Condoms," I barked back at her.
I grabbed the ones I'd put in the bar earlier and threw them on the edge of the hot tub. I was moving without my crutches now, and I didn't want to think too hard about what that meant.
I had a naked Noelle in my hot tub, and I wasn't letting this opportunity pass me by. This time, she wasn't a dream or a fantasy; she was real.
I jumped into the tub and pulled her back onto my lap. Her pussy slid over my aching dick, and I gritted my teeth against the sensation.
"Condom," I reminded her as I ripped open the wrapper with my teeth and smoothed it over my cock.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, her breasts in my face, as she slid my cock through her folds. When the tip nudged her entrance, she moaned. Then she leaned down, nibbling on my ear lobe, my neck. "Killian. I want you inside me."
"Mmm. I'm here for the taking, Noelle." This was her show. I wanted to let her take the lead. She'd lost her confidence after kissing me when we were eighteen. Now I wanted to return her power.
Her arms tightened around me as she gripped my cock and aimed it at her entrance. Then she slowly sank over the tip, her warm walls surrounding me.
Her head fell back, her hair skimming the surface of the water and her eyes fluttering closed.
I held her back as she arched away from me and sucked in her nipple. Her eyes flew open as she sank down farther.
I let my teeth scrape her nipple, wanting her to feel the bite with the pleasure. Her fingers tightened in my hair. "You feel so good."
"That's because it's me inside you."
Her eyes darkened with desire at my words.
What we had was different, special. This wasn't sex. It was two people coming together who'd been denying themselves for too long.
My heart felt full, and I wondered if it needed Noelle to complete it. When she slid lower, she paused, as if savoring the feeling of me filling her.
My hands gripped her hips, and I urged her to move by lifting her. She surged up and then slid down, settling into a rhythm.
I managed to latch onto one nipple, then giving both attention as she bounced on top of me. She was biting her lip as if she was holding herself back. I pulled her lip gently out from under her teeth. "You can be yourself with me. I want to hear your pleasure."
Her cheeks were red from the cold, her eyes bright with desire, but she nodded, moving more confidently over me.
I wished I was in any kind of shape to flip her over and pound into her. But I wasn't. Plus, I wanted her to be in control. It was a special kind of torture letting her set the pace. It was driving me crazy.
When I felt like I was going to explode at any second, I used my thumb to press down on her clit. Her movements were slower, shakier, as she went over with a cry. I spilled into the condom, unable to hold back any longer.
She slumped over me, her face buried in my shoulder.
I had sex with Noelle Richards, and it was amazing. I didn't regret it because it was the single best decision I'd ever made. I just hoped she didn't have any regrets.
I kissed her shoulder, wanting so much more for her but knowing that she wasn't ready to give it yet. Trust with Noelle was earned, and I wasn't sure I was all the way in yet.
She lifted her head, her gaze meeting mine. "Was that okay?" Her voice was shaky, vulnerable even.
"That was fabulous. It was better than any fantasy I ever had about you."
Her fingers, which had been sifting through the strands of my hair, stilled. "You've thought about me?"
I chuckled. "It was more than that. Ever since you found me naked in the bathroom, I've been overcome with thoughts of you. And now you're in my arms. It's hard to believe."
She smiled slightly.
I moved her only long enough to tie off the condom and throw it aside. I'd clean it up later. She was the only thing that mattered. I pulled her into my lap, cradling her with her legs draped over my thighs, her breasts occasionally dipping above the water, giving me a nice tease. "I know you don't want to talk about that kiss."
She stiffened in my arms.
"But we should have talked about it before we were intimate, and that's my fault. Back then, I didn't think of you as someone I could be interested in. You were a teammate."
She tried to ease out of my arms, but I wouldn't let her go.
"When you kissed me, I was shocked. I wasn't expecting that. But before I could react or say anything, you were gone. I wasn't sure how to approach you after that. I knew you were embarrassed, and I didn't want to make the situation worse."
Her face was pinched. "We don't have to talk about it."
I brushed a wet strand off her cheek. "I want to. That kiss woke something up in me. It made me see you. But as much as I wanted to make things right, we were supposed to be leaving for college. I didn't think it made sense to start something."
"I was stupid for thinking you saw me when you had any girl you wanted in school."
I chuckled without any humor. "Those girls wanted me for the status it brought them to date a star athlete. They didn't want me. That pattern continued in college and when I was competing professionally. The women I've been photographed with didn't see me. They didn't know me. Not the way you do."
Finally, her gaze lifted to meet mine. I saw hope. I hadn't lost my chance with her.