Chapter 10 #2
Cleaned up, dried, and moisturized, I joined her back in the room.
She was in this little night dress—tiny as fuck, teasing me with every curve.
Her tits poking against the fabric, and that lil thong barely covering her pussy.
My dick got hard on sight. She knew exactly what she was doing and it was killing me, because I promised I’d wait.
But damn.
I pushed past my lust and we ate in peace before getting ready for bed.
“I can sleep on the couch,” I offered. “Just gonna go kiss the girls goodnight.”
In the girls’ room, they were chatting like long lost best friends.
“Now it’s bedtime, girls. I’ma give y’all goodnight kisses, and then I don’t want to hear no mouths talking, aight? You’ll have time to catch up tomorrow when Daddy takes you to the mall.”
They screamed like I gave ‘em a million dollars. I kissed both their foreheads and turned off the light.
“Goodnight, girls.”
“Good night, Daddy Lan,” Aja said.
“Good night, Papa,” Marisa whispered. “I love you, Daddy Nolan. Thank you for coming to get us.”
Fuck. That little voice and that sentence had me emotional as hell. I felt whole. Like everything was finally where it was supposed to be.
“I love you too, baby girl. I’ll always be here to protect you and your mom. That’s a promise. Now get some sleep.”
Back in our room, I found Lena already curled up under the covers. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, ready to head to the couch.
“Come sleep in the bed, baby,” she said softly.
“You sure?”
“Please come sleep with me. I’m still replaying that shit with Lex and I don’t think I can sleep. I need you to hold me in your arms. Please.”
Hearing her say that broke something in me and I didn’t hesitate. I slid in beside her and pulled her close.
“You don’t gotta worry about anything, mama. I’m here to keep you safe.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
We closed our eyes. But then… I felt her hand.
Soft, slow movement brushing against my stomach.
Her fingertips grazed my abs, and that had my breath catching in my throat.
Then her palm flattened, warm and steady, pressing against my lower belly like she needed to anchor herself there.
And fuck, I felt it. Every nerve in me lit up.
Her hand slid lower, teasing right along the waistband of my boxers.
She traced the line slowly, like she was asking my body for permission before slipping beneath.
Then her fingers found my dick—already hard as fuck, aching.
She wrapped her hand around it, slow, gentle, but with a grip that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
I let out a low growl from deep in my chest, trying to maintain control but barely hanging on.
With every stroke her touch was telling me everything her mouth hadn’t said yet and I felt it in every part of me—this woman, my woman, claiming me again in the quietest, most dangerous way.
“You know a nigga’s trying hard to be patient, right? You’re not making it easy, baby.”
She didn’t say shit. Just kept stroking me.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, soft but raw, like the words burned her lips on the way out.
I inhaled deep, grabbed her hand gently, pulled it out my boxers and set it still between us. I had to pause—fuck, I needed to pause. Her touch had me on edge, but this moment wasn’t about release. It was about truth.
“I can’t do that,” I said, voice low but steady as I held her eyes.
Her face shifted fast—hurt flashed so quick it punched me in the gut. “Oh… You don’t want me?” she said, voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I thought you…”
“Nah, baby. You don’t understand. I can’t fuck you now not because I don’t want you—but because I want more than that,” I said, pulling her closer so she could feel how hard my dick still was for her.
“I don’t just wanna fuck you. I wanna make love to you, baby.
I wanna worship your body, kiss every inch of you, go slow and deep until your whole soul knows I’m in love with you.
The kind of love you’re probably still scared of. ”
“I’m ready,” she cut in, fast and breathless.
I froze for a beat.
She reached for my face, her palm warm on my cheek, her eyes shining with something I knew took all her courage to show.
“I won’t lie, I was afraid. It felt too fast, too deep, and I panicked.
But now I don’t wanna fight this anymore.
I feel safe with you. I feel seen. I feel fucking loved.
I want you, Nolan. And I’m ready for everything you have to offer. ”
And that’s when I lost it.
I crashed my mouth onto hers, our lips colliding in a kiss so deep, so goddamn tender it made my heart throb and my dick ache.
Her moan slipped into my mouth, and I swallowed that sound like it was holy.
My fingers curled into her waist, pulling her closer until I couldn’t tell where my body ended and hers began.
Her lips parted, her tongue met mine, soft and slow, and my whole chest caught fire.
My heart was beating like war drums in my ears.
I didn’t rush it. I took my time undressing her—sliding that thin ass nightgown off her shoulders, dragging that tiny thong down her thighs like I was unwrapping a gift meant only for me.
My eyes traced every soft curve, every place my hands were about to claim again.
She was breathing heavy, nipples tight, pussy already glistening. Fuck, she was so wet, my mouth watered.
I settled between her legs, nose brushing her inner thigh as I looked up at her.
“I’m about to go in you so deep, so slow, so goddamn passionate,” I growled, voice dark with everything I’d been holding in. “Your body is gonna remember every fucking inch of the love I have for you, Miss Morrow. You ready to take this dick, baby?”
Her body trembled, chest rising, eyes wide with heat and surrender. “Yes… I want you, Professor Hendrix.”
She was mine. Every part of her. And I was about to show her exactly what the fuck that meant.