Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Lyra
Without a doubt, I was in love with Nolan.
If I wasn’t sure before today, I definitely am now after seeing him play Santa with the kids. They loved him, with his warm, infectious personality, his catchy laugh, and his feel-good presence.
Elaine instantly became smitten, and Stephanie practically drooled on his work boots.
And then singing Christmas karaoke…the man was full of surprises, and I couldn’t wait to find and reveal them all.
How could I spend another night away from him?
I gave him a tour of my cabin and purposely stopped in the doorway of my kitchen and then in my living room, where a mistletoe sprig hung above me. I hung it there, a reminder of our first kiss, but also so I could have an easy excuse to kiss Nolan.
Beckoning him closer with my pointer finger, he sauntered over to me, and I slid my hands around his neck. “Look up,” I said.
As soon as Nolan saw the mistletoe, he grinned like a cat who got the milk. “You hung that there on purpose.”
“No. How silly of you to suggest.”
Nolan wasn’t shy any longer. He grabbed me by the waist and held my body against his, our forms pressing together.
One hand rested on the small of my back while the other slid down to my ass, cupping the cheek in his hand.
He dipped his head low and swept my mouth up in a mind-altering kiss, all rational thought flying from my brain as our tongues twisted, tasting, exploring, and enjoying.
I couldn’t get enough of his taste, and neither could he. One hand now entwined in my hair as he fisted a clump and held me in place. His kisses became possessive, domineering, and strong.
So fucking good.
Nolan broke the kiss and hastily kissed the side of my mouth, over my jaw, across to my ear, and stopped just below it, kissing and nipping, before blowing cool air on my skin.
I groaned as a wave of desire crashed through me.
So much pent-up sexual tension, so much desire and attraction pulsed between us.
I took a small step back, his mouth detaching from my skin, his hands falling to his sides, his eyes dark as he watched me.
It was almost like he was undressing me with his eyes. I couldn’t say much. I did the same thing.
“Thirty-nine and looking fine.” I ran my fingers over his tight black T-shirt, the ridges of his washboard stomach easily felt beneath the thin cotton fabric.
Nolan chuckled, a grumbling sound coming from somewhere deep inside him. The same sound that awakened my dormant insides and reignited the long put-out fire.
“Twenty-four and all I want is more,” Nolan teased back, and I giggled like a damn schoolgirl.
What was this man turning me into?
My fingers played with the button of his jeans, desperately wanting to unwrap the gift, my gift, the one I’ve waited so patiently for.
Nolan covered his hands with mine. “Not so fast, sweet cheeks. We’ve got all night. And first up is you, princess.”
All of his sweet nicknames turned me into putty in his hands. I would strip naked and fall to my knees in front of him if that was what he asked of me.
Nolan was a Greek god, and he was all mine.
He moved us from the doorway to the wall, pressing my back up against it. He kissed his way from my mouth, down my jaw, to my shirt, easily lifting the thin material off my head. He buried his face between my lace-covered breasts and tugged at the straps, sliding them down my arms.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lyra. I promise to worship you every day.
Every damn day if you’ll let me,” Nolan said as he fell to his knees before me, his hot mouth moving from my breasts down my stomach.
When he reached the top of my leggings, he hooked his fingers inside on the waist and tugged the material downward, sliding it over my ass and leaving me in a red string bikini thong.
At least I remembered to choose nice underwear.
My leggings settled around my ankles, and he gently pushed my legs apart before burying his face between them and inhaling my scent, with only the thin piece of fabric from my thong between his mouth and my skin.
My hands found his hair and got tangled in the strands as he inhaled deeply and groaned.
The stubble on his face rubbed against the tender skin, and my head fell back, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through me.
Nolan pushed the damp fabric to the side with one finger and dipped his tongue inside, slow and gentle at first, the feelings rushing through me anything but.
My hips moved back and forth as his tongue moved up and down my seam, tasting and exploring, flicking it against my clit before sliding his mouth over and french kissing my pussy like it was my mouth.
“Holy shit,” I cried as he kept up the torture, and my hands shook from holding his hair, my fingernails digging into his scalp.
“Fuck, sweet thing, you taste so damn good. Like honey on my tongue, I can’t get enough,” Nolan said before burying his face once more and placing each leg of mine on each of his shoulders.
With all of his strength, he stood up straight, my pussy now level with his face, my body now in the air, still pressed against the wall.
He continued to eat me out, and my orgasm built higher and higher. I looked down at him, unable to believe I was on his shoulders and getting eaten out at the same time.
Higher and higher my orgasm climbed, and when Nolan nipped at my clit, I was a goner. It crashed through me like a tidal wave, and I cried out his name as my legs squeezed the sides of his head.
My head fell back against the wall as my orgasm turned my body into jelly, and Nolan kissed my pussy a few times before kissing the insides of my thighs. He slid us down the wall slowly and got on his knees, laying me down on the floor in front of him.
While he watched with intensity, I slowly removed my bra, my breasts tumbling out, my body now fully naked and bared for him and only him.
“Have your way with me, Nolan. We’ve waited long enough.”
“We certainly have, princess. We certainly have.”