Chapter 27 Nova
Nova
Lying in bed, thoughts of the night fill my mind.
I paid no attention to Twilight because I was overly aware of Easton.
The way he held me.
His fingers brushing up and down my arm.
His breaths stirring in my hair.
Holy crap. I’ve never felt this hot and bothered before.
Turning onto my other side, my thoughts drift to what Rachel said in the letter.
Deep down, I know I’m safe with Easton and he’ll never hurt me intentionally, but am I willing to take the risk and get romantically involved with him?
God, I’m scared.
What if we date and I somehow ruin things?
What if, down the line, I annoy him the way I annoyed John and Trent?
Staring into the darkness around me, my teeth tug at my bottom lip.
What if . . . my failed relationships weren’t my fault?
What if Easton is the man I should be with, and we actually make things work?
My heartbeat speeds up at the thought.
What if we get married, and we’re able to create a stable family life for Lainey?
Don’t think so far ahead. One day at a time.
Closing my eyes, I focus on taking deep breaths while stilling my mind. It takes a little while, but I’m finally able to drift off to sleep.
Walking into the mansion, everything feels out of place, and I suddenly find myself in the small house I shared with Trent.
Angry people crowd the windows, and I somehow sense they’re Easton’s fans.
All of a sudden, I’m standing in the middle of a field, and huge skyscrapers move across the plains while tornado sirens blare around me.
Intense panic burns through me, and I start to run. Seeing a pool, I dive into the water but then fall onto a hard wooden floor.
“You’re not good enough,” Trent sneers, his foot connecting with my side. “You’ll never be good enough for him.”
Dark and suffocating emotions fill my chest.
“Easton!” I cry while I try to crawl away from Trent. The wood turns to sludge, making it difficult to move, and when I begin to sink into the dark and sticky liquid, I scream, “Easton!”
I dart upright and slam into a solid wall of muscle. My eyes pop open as I desperately gasp for air, and seeing Easton, I throw my arms around his neck and begin to sob.
His body practically engulfs mine, and I shudder as the remnants of the nightmare ripple through me.
“You’re safe. I’ve got you,” Easton murmurs, and when he picks me up bridal style, I bury my face in his neck while trying to regain control over my chaotic emotions.
He carries me to his bedroom, and after placing me on his bed, he lies down and pulls me back into his arms.
“Shh . . . I’m here,” he says, his tone tender and comforting.
I press as close to him as I can get, and taking deep breaths of his woodsy scent, I finally start to calm down.
Feeling bad for waking him, I whisper, “I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he assures me. “Nightmare?”
I nod, my cheek brushing against his bare chest.
“Want to talk about it?”
“I can’t remember much of it,” I reply. “Just a field with tornado sirens. Trent was kicking me, and I couldn’t get to you.”
Easton’s hold on me tightens even more, and he throws one of his legs over mine, his body caging me to the bed in the best way possible. “I won’t let anyone ever lay a finger on you again.”
My left arm is pinned between us, but I’m able to cling to him with my right. With every passing minute, I feel a little better, but I doubt I’ll be able to fall asleep again.
“What’s the time?” I ask.
“Around three a.m.”
Easton rubs my back, and at some point, he slips his hand beneath my shirt and draws random patterns on my skin.
Just like earlier, when we were watching TV, I become overly aware of him, to the point where the world can go to hell around us, and I won’t notice.
I have no idea how much time passes, too consumed with the man I love more than life.
Unable to stop myself, I flatten my palm on his back and slowly explore every swell and dip of his muscles.
My breathing speeds up, then he shifts until we’re lying face to face. His hand is still brushing up and down my back, and as our breaths mingle, he slowly drags his fingers over my ribs.
My lips part, and placing my hand on his forearm, I drink in the feel of his warm skin as my palm moves up to his shoulder.
I want him more than I want my next breath.
His face moves a little closer, but then he pauses. When I place my hand on his jaw, he groans, “I can’t take much more.”
My breaths are coming in quick puffs, and unable to fight the sexual tension between us a second longer, I give in and press my mouth to his.
Another groan rumbles from Easton, and I feel the intense desire coming off him in waves as he starts to kiss me. His tongue drives into my mouth, and using his body, he pushes me onto my back.
Our tongues twist, and I get lost in the addictive taste of Easton.
His hands feverishly start to explore my body, and it feels as if he can’t touch me enough, drawing a satisfied moan from me. His mouth dominates mine until my lips are swollen and tingling. My fingers tug at the strands of hair, every nerve in my body alive for him.
God, I want all of this man. I’ve waited so long that asking me to wait another second might just be the end of me.
Every touch and kiss from him sets me on fire and makes me feel super emotional because I’m finally getting to experience the only dream I’ve ever had—for Easton to love me the way I’ve loved him the past fourteen years.
“Easton.” I want to beg him to touch me harder, to kiss me deeper, to take my body and make it his.
“Christ, Nova,” he groans before he pulls away so he can tug my leggings and underwear off. I quickly grab hold of my T-shirt and pull it over my head.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” he orders, his tone rough with hunger. He sounds so damn hot it makes my abdomen tighten and heat flood my core.
While he switches on the bedside lamp, I nod frantically, my gaze glued to his face as his heated gray irises burn over every naked inch of me.
“So fucking perfect.” He climbs back onto the bed, and settling between my legs, he leans forward and presses a kiss to my hip before his head dips lower.
The instant his tongue brushes over my clit, my eyebrows fly up, and my lips part on a gasp.
Oh wow.
Intense pleasure ripples through me with every swipe of his tongue, and when his lips close around me and he sucks, my body arches, and I let out a cry.
Goose bumps scatter over my skin, and his response to my cry is to lick and bite the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs until I’m nothing more than a whimpering mess who can’t stop moaning uncontrollably.
A man has never gone down on me, and having Easton be my first makes all the sensations so much more intense.
“Easton,” I cry, pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. I’ve never felt anything this powerful before.
I arch my back more, and every muscle in my body tenses when he starts to circle my opening with the pad of his finger. “Oh God,” I whimper. “Please.”
The moment he pushes his finger inside me, my entire world splinters into paralyzing ecstasy. Pure bliss overwhelms me, and I let out a hoarse cry, my body convulsing as if I’m being electrocuted.
He drops kisses on my abdomen, my stomach, and between my breasts. When his mouth takes mine in a wild kiss, he pulls his hand from between my legs.
Easton’s lips worship mine for long, delicious minutes before he lifts his head. He looks at me with so much love and desire that my heart swells to twice its size with happiness. Then he growls, “You taste so fucking good.”
I bring my hands to the sides of his neck before I admit, “That was a first for me and totally mind blowing.”
“Good,” he mutters all possessively. He lowers his head to my chest, and his teeth tug at my nipple before his lips close over the hard bud. Alternating between my breasts, he gives them both attention until they’re sensitive, and I’m all hot and bothered again.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, my body squirming beneath his.
Easton moves away from me, and I watch as he climbs off the bed. When he pushes his sweatpants off, my eyes widen at the sight of his long, hard manhood. The two men I’ve been with weren’t even half his size, which makes me worry that it will hurt.
Opening the drawer of the bedside table, Easton removes a condom from it. His eyes flick to me as he rips the foil open with his teeth.
Holy hotness.
When he rolls the condom over his hard length, the sight of him touching himself is one heck of a turn-on.
Knowing what’s about to happen, anticipation and nervousness tremble inside me. With bated breath, I watch him crawl back onto the bed. He grips hold of my right thigh, and lying down on top of me, he hikes my leg over his hip. His cock brushes over my opening, making the air whoosh from my lungs.
Lowering his head, he claims my mouth in a possessive kiss, and it feels like he’s trying to brand me with his tongue and teeth. He moves his hand down between us and pushes his finger inside me, pumping in and out a few times before he adds a second one.
That feels so damn good.
My hips begin to swivel, my body begging for more.
I’ve never come while having sex before, so feeling another orgasm starting to build in my abdomen surprises the hell out of me.
Moans and whimpers escape me, the intimate moment we’re sharing forming a bubble around us. Our kisses grow even more urgent, filled with the desperate need to devour each other.
Easton pulls his fingers out of me, and positioning his hard length at my entrance, he starts to push inside me.
Finally!
Just as the head of his manhood stretches me, he pulls back before slamming into me with a single hard thrust.
Oh God.
My body bows off the bed, and I’m unable to stop the cry bursting over my lips from the sting deep inside me.
“Sorry,” he hisses, dropping kisses all over my face. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He presses his forehead to mine, his features strained from the effort it takes to keep still.
A breath quivers over my lips, and then I realize Easton is inside me, and my emotions threaten to overwhelm me.
A frown line appears between his eyes. “Are you okay?”
I force a smile to my lips and wrap my arms around his neck so he won’t pull away from me. “I’m good. Just a little emotional.”
“Good emotional?” he double-checks.
“Very good.” With our eyes locked, I admit, “I’ve dreamed about this for fourteen years.”
Surprise flickers over his face. “Fourteen?”
When I nod, his expression softens, then he gives me a tender kiss. His hold on my thigh tightens, and he pulls slowly out of me. There’s a slight burn, but nothing I can’t handle, until he plunges back inside me and the sting returns.
Easton notices the flash of pain on my face, and when it looks like he’s going to stop, I say, “Keep going so I can get used to you.”
Luckily, he listens, and keeping his pace slow, he thrusts into me a few more times. His body trembles and his muscles strain, telling me it’s taking a lot of self-control on his part to accommodate me.
I bring my hands to the sides of his jaw, and locking eyes with him, I say, “You don’t have to hold back. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Easton’s hand moves to my butt, and his fingers dig into my skin. Holding me in place, he drives harder into me. He keeps speeding up, his skin rubbing against mine and causing a world of intense sensations to build in me.
His eyes remain locked with mine, and the moment feels so intimate a lump forms in my throat.
Easton is making love to me.
“Fuck, you take me so well, baby.” He groans with satisfaction when he thrusts into me again. “It feels incredible to be inside you.”
I wrap my other leg around him, locking his body to mine, before I admit, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”