Chapter 24 #3

I find her sitting in the hall outside of the guest room her sister is using. She raises her head when she hears me and I see the question in her eyes. I shake my head and then hold out my hand to her. She takes it and lets me pull her to her feet. Without a word, I take her to my room.

Hell, I might as well call it our room. This thing between us moved forward before either of us were ready to admit it, even to ourselves.

It started as a business arrangement, a way to protect someone who’s in danger.

A fake relationship to establish an unwarranted claim.

Sex was a way to relieve stress and provide comfort.

But now, things are different between us.

I don’t need to ask if she feels the same because I can see it on her face, feel it in the way she holds my hand.

I close the door behind us and that’s when Nova finally speaks. “Why didn’t you kill him?”

There’s no judgment in her voice, only curiosity.

I give her honesty in return. “Because you’d hate yourself for telling me to do it.”

Her eyes lock with mine and I feel myself drowning in those green depths.

All my self-control, all my need to dominate and lead and be in charge, it’s all still part of me, but now it’s all focused on her.

I want to make her scream my name, make her forget everything else, keep her safe.

Make her mine. Really mine, not just for appearances.

She launches herself at me and I catch her automatically. Having her in my arms feels right in a way I’ve only ever felt with my bike before. It’s… home.

Her mouth latches to mine and I taste salt from her tears.

I lick across her lips and then part them with my tongue, wanting to chase away any lingering grief or bitterness, replace it with pleasure and everything I feel for her.

I’m not great with words, but I can show her by making her body soar and her mind forget.

I slide one hand down to grip her ass and then pull her thigh up.

Figuring out what I want, she wraps her legs around my waist. When she rubs against the growing bulge in my jeans, we both groan.

I bite her bottom lip hard enough to sting and she shivers.

I move my mouth to her ear, speaking as I walk us the short distance to the bed.

“No more thinking about anything that’s happening outside this room,” I tell her. “The only thing I want you thinking about when my head is between your legs is how good my tongue is making you feel.”

I set her down on the bed and straight, towering over her as she rests back on her elbows and watches me with darkened eyes. I shrug off my cut, then reach back to pull my t-shirt over my head. A stab of pride mixes with my arousal at the way her expression heats as her gaze travels over my body.

I keep in good shape, and most people think I’m younger than I am, but I can’t say I haven’t thought about the age difference between me and Nova.

It’s one thing to fuck club girls who’re more than a decade younger than me, but this isn’t just sex with Nova.

What I’ve come to realize as Nova and I spend time together is that she’s not a typical twenty-something.

She grew up too fast and is too mature for men her age.

She needs someone with life experience who understands she’s been through too much shit in her life.

Someone who’ll protect her and keep her safe.

Someone to take care of her and put her first.

I strip off the rest of my clothes and fist the base of my cock. I’ve never had a problem getting hard when I’m in the mood to fuck, but this woman gets me going with just a look, a laugh.

“Why aren’t you naked?” My voice is rough, my nerves stretched tight. “Come on, sweetheart, let me see that gorgeous body of yours.”

She pulls her shirt over her head, revealing a simple white cotton bra that can’t quite hide the fact that her nipples are already tightened into little buds. The pants come next, and even though her underwear is the same sort of practical as her bra, it’s better than any skimpy lingerie I’ve seen.

Then again, the thought of her in sexy lingerie is enough to make my mouth go dry. I’m suddenly very glad that I’ve saved up quite a bit of money because I fully intend to spoil my woman with all sorts of things she hasn’t had, including some things that’ll be as much for me as they’ll be for her.

When she stops after kicking off her shoes, I growl, my eyes narrowing. “Don’t play with me, Nova.”

Her bra and panties end up on the floor in a matter of seconds, and I’m left with the difficult choice of deciding between several things I want to do to her.

After making sure I have this image of her permanently stored in my memory, I make my decision and climb on the bed.

She watches silently as I stretch out on my back next to her.

“Come here, sweetheart,” I say. “You’re gonna hold on to the headboard and ride my face until you cum.”

She flushes and I smile as her skin turns that pretty shade of pink.

I’m the only one who’s ever going to get to see just how far her blush goes.

Despite her body’s response to my order, she doesn’t hesitate to move up the mattress until she’s next to my shoulder.

Putting one hand on the headboard to keep her balance, she swings one leg over my body and settles her knees on either side of my head.

Then she stops, an uncertain look in her eyes.

I put my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into her ass. “Bring that pussy here, sweetheart.”

I tug her forward and down until I can get my mouth where we both want it.

She lets out a sigh at the first brush of my tongue against her sensitive skin.

I trace up one side and down the other before moving the tip of my tongue to tease her slit.

I pull her a little closer and push my tongue between her folds.

Using my grip on her hips along with my mouth, I explore every inch of her, circling her clit and brushing along either side until she starts making soft, whimpering sounds.

When I abandon her clit to move down to dip inside her pussy, her hips jerk and she lets out a frustrated moan.

I chuckle, which earns me something very much like a growl, and fuck if that doesn’t send even more blood rushing south.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this hard.

I return my attention to her clit, needing her to climax because if I don’t get to bury my cock inside her within the next five minutes, I’m going to explode.

Knowing her well enough to know she’ll put pressure on herself to hurry up, I don’t tell her what I need, but instead focus on giving my old lady what she needs.

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