and groans as he presses his lips against my collarbone. “We’re not ending, Natalie. Never. I don’t care what I have to do to keep you, I will. I don’t care what I have to go through to keep you with me. You’re mine.”
A moan catches in my throat as he kisses me. One of his hands move from my thigh to one of my breasts. As he cups it, he groans. His arousal presses through my jeans and feeling it causes heat and moisture to trickle down and touch my panties.
“Have you had sex with him?” Nolan asks me, his voice husky.
I frown as his lips trail down to my neck. “Nolan—”
“Don’t lie to me, Natalie.”
“How is it your business? We aren’t dating.”
“Just because we aren’t dating doesn’t mean we don’t have mutual feelings. Nothing’s changed between us. If he has, I want to take back what’s mine so answer me.” I seal my lips, shaking my head. In an instant, he leans his head back to look into my eyes. “Please,” he begs.
“No. Damn it. I haven’t slept with him. I don’t want to sleep with anyone but you.”
He smirks, his grey eyes brightening before he dives in for another kiss. Twisting around, he begins to lower himself until his knees are on the floor. There’s a perfectly good bed beside us but I don’t question it. It feels too nice to have him against me; to have his lips on my skin, his fingers crawling beneath my shirt as he lays me on the carpet.
Nolan’s hands work their way down to my jeans and he unbuttons them. My back arches, allowing him to continue. He slides my jeans off before crushing my lips with his and I shut my eyes, ready to enjoy the feeling. I’ve wanted this for so long.
His finger sneaks beneath my panties and slowly slides into me. I moan and he groans as he rubs the flesh between. I pull his head down to kiss him again—to keep the intimacy going. His tongue plays and coaxes mine. I hear his belt buckle jingle and he adjusts himself to get his pants down but our lips never part. He presses himself against me and my stomach tightens. I grip his T-shirt but he pulls back to tug it over his head.
He glares down at me, as if I’m the only person on this entire planet he wants. He’s all that I want. I know he feels the same way. Leaning down, Nolan’s lips press against my neck and then kiss their way down to my breasts. He tugs my shirt over my head, pulls my bra down, and then licks my nipples. Heat sparks and I feel myself building up. My eyes squeeze shut from the erotic feeling. His mouth is like magic as it licks and sucks. He begins to move southward, and my legs tighten around him but he presses his palms against the inside of my thighs to keep me still and available to him.
I look down, watching as he bites on his bottom lip while pulling my panties down. Quickly, his hot tongue slides out to touch my core and I gasp through my teeth as he swirls it around my sweet area. I can really feel myself building up now. I want nothing but him inside of me—nothing but his hard body against mine. I want to mold and fill the room up with our steam and sweat.
My moans and pants pick up and then he pulls back. “Not yet,” he says against my lips.
He presses against me, placing feathery kisses against my cheek. I hook my legs around his waist, practically begging for him to dive inside of me but he holds off. I swear I hate when he holds off. He crushes my lips and swallows my moans with urgency—with need. He then strokes inside of me and I gasp, allowing my head to fall back. We both know it’s been a while.
“Shit, Natalie,” he hisses through his teeth. He grunts against my ear and the rhythm picks up. The music is pounding against my back through the floor and with each beat, Nolan strokes into me harder and harder. He groans against my ear, cupping my ass, and allowing the strokes to deepen. I squeal as he goes harder and harder. I’ve missed this so much and by the pleasure that’s written all over his face, I know he has as well.
His thumb rubs circles around