Chapter 19 #3
But I want to do it right. With a ring and an over-the-top proposal and without Noelle feeling rushed into it.
So instead, I say, “I’m yours forever, too.”
Then I kiss her again. Tenderly. Slowly. Taking the time to memorize the feel of her lips against mine.
My heart staggers back into rhythm.
“I love you,” I murmur, my mouth a breath away from hers. “I love you so much.”
Noelle’s soft hand comes to my cheek. “I love you, too, Webb. With all my heart.” Then she reaches between us and wraps her hand around my erection. “Now. Are you going to tell me what to do?”
“Oh, yes.” I nip her lip again. “I absolutely am.”
Grabbing her hips, I turn her over so she’s belly-down, then lift her up onto her hands and knees. “Stay like this,” I growl. “And I want you to close your eyes.”
Noelle sucks in a quick breath. When I place my hand over her chest, I can feel her heart pounding. “Are your eyes closed?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Good.” I kiss the back of her neck. “I want you to keep them that way. So you can focus on the feel of me touching you.”
My hand trails down her stomach, coming to rest between her thighs. Then I sink one finger into her slick heat. “Focus on me being inside you.”
Noelle’s hips jerk. “It feels good,” she whispers.
Another finger joins the first, stretching her. “And this?” I ask.
Another quick gasp, and then, “Really good.”
I nip at the skin at the crook of her neck and shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel it. “And this?”
“Oh.” Her inner walls convulse around my fingers. “I like it. A lot.”
“Good,” I growl. “Now, I’m going to leave a little mark. So you know I’ve claimed you.”
Arousal slicks my fingers. “Yes,” she breathes. “I want you to.”
“And,” I add while positioning myself at her entrance, “I’m going to take you hard. Fast. Like this, you’re going to feel me deep inside you.”
Noelle nods quickly. “Yes. Please.”
Splaying my hand across her stomach, I pull Noelle’s hips up, tipping them at just the right angle. Then I push myself deep inside her, feeling the stretch of her walls clutching at me as I fill her completely.
My mouth and teeth come to her neck again, biting and sucking. I add a little more pressure—never enough to actually hurt her, I’d rather die than do that—and Noelle moans. Her stomach muscles quiver. She tries to push back against me, and I growl a gentle warning, “Did I tell you to do that?”
She freezes. “No. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, gorgeous.” Holding her hips firmly, I pull almost all the way out before sinking deep again. “But if you want me in control…”
“I do.” A beat, and then, “I trust you, Webb. And I want to let you make me feel good.”
Shit.
I almost come just from her words.
But it’s not time yet. Not until Noelle comes first.
So I lift her hips even higher. As I move faster inside her, I move one hand between her legs and flick her small, exposed bud. Noelle sinks to her elbows, pushing her ass up. And fuck, is it gorgeous.
I can feel her getting closer, the tiny flutters of muscles urging me on. Moans and whimpers spill from her lips, even sexier than anything I’ve heard before.
“Webb.” It’s breathy. Needy. “I’m so close. I need—”
“What, sweetheart?”
“Deeper. I need you deeper.”
As if I’d deny her?
As if I’d deny myself?
Pulling almost all the way, I slam home again. My mouth comes to Noelle’s neck. One hand comes to her breast.
And in a desperate cry of ecstasy, Noelle explodes. Her walls squeeze around me, urging me along with her. Her neck arches back, exposing the slender column of her throat. Satisfaction rises to see her eyes still closed.
I hold her up as I come, pulsing hot inside her.
Filling her.
Possessiveness surges.
Mine, a voice in my head whispers. Mine.
When Noelle’s arms and legs wobble, I pull out of her and drape her across my chest. My arms come around her, hugging her close. My lips come to the top of her head.
“How was that?” I ask. “Was it what you wanted?”
Her hand comes to my chest, right where my Night Stalker tattoo is. “I love touching it,” she told me once, “because it represents how brave you are. What you did to protect our country.”
“I loved it,” Noelle replies. “And I definitely want to try that again.” She pauses. “Maybe I could do it, too?”
Even though I just came, my dick jumps. “You want to tell me what to do?”
“Would that be okay? I know guys like to be in control…”
“Noelle. It would be more than okay. I’d love that.”
Because, while I sure as fuck love telling Noelle what to do in the bedroom, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy having her take control, too.
“Okay.” She smiles against my neck. “I’d love that, too.”
Then she goes quiet again, thinking. “Webb?”
I stroke my hand down her hair. “Yes?”
“I was just thinking. Maybe it sounds crazy, but I’m glad everything happened the way it did.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Her fingers trace my tattoo. “If I hadn’t had to leave Portland, I wouldn’t have met you. And meeting you has been the biggest and best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
My throat goes thick. “Meeting you has been the best thing that ever happened to me, too.”
Noelle lifts her head to meet my gaze. “Being here with you? It makes it all worth it. And I can’t wait to see what our future brings. Together.”
Like a montage of scenes from a movie, I see our future, laid out in weeks and months and years.
Introducing Noelle to my family. Creating our home back at B and A.
Helping Noelle achieve her dreams of starting a community theater in Williston—with extensive background checks for everyone who auditions.
Proposing when the time is right in the most over the top romantic way possible.
Marrying Noelle. Maybe starting a family. Growing old with her.
It’s all the things I never thought I wanted.
But really, I just hadn’t met the woman I wanted them with.
I cup Noelle’s cheek and kiss her. “I can’t wait either, gorgeous. Our future is going to be amazing. I promise.”
She smiles. “I know it will.” Then she kisses me again. “I love you, Webb.”
The love in her gaze steals my breath. “I love you, Noelle. Always.”