will tear us apart again, Bunny.”
Releasing my hands, he slides his chair to my side and cups his hand around the back of my neck. He kisses me gently, but it begins to grow harder the longer our lips are glued together. Our tongues collide, coax, and our panting picks up as our chests rise and sink against one another’s. All I want to do is take him to the condo. If there weren’t people out on the deck, I would take him against the railing. I’d take Nolan anywhere.
Of course, Nolan has other plans. As he pulls away, he grips my hand and stands from his seat. “What are you doing?” I breathe.
He doesn’t answer. He tugs on my arm until I’m standing and I follow him across the deck. He goes all the way to the far end—far away from everyone else—and as soon as a door comes into view, he opens it and takes a look around. It’s a janitor’s closet. I gasp and he smirks, grinning devilishly. “No one’s around, Bunny.”
“And that means,” I ask, my voice wavering.
“I think you know exactly what it means,” he murmurs against my neck. My legs stiffen and my stomach spirals with heat as he picks me up and places my back against the wall. The coolness of the wall seeps through my dress but it feels good, considering how hot and flushed I’m becoming.
His fingers slide beneath my dress, moving up my thigh and touching my panties. With one yank, he pulls them down and then lifts me in his arms. My back presses against the wall again and I move my hands down to unbutton his khaki’s. I can already feel his arousal. We’re both throbbing, ready.
His lips touch my neck and my head falls back as he moves them up to my jawline. Cupping my ass, he adjusts himself to get me centered between his body and then I feel him poke against me.
Groaning, my lips mold with his as I run my fingers through his silky hair, ruining his purposely messy style. “You feel so good, Bunny,” he says against my ear, his voice husky.
He falls against me, bringing one of his hands down to lift my dress. His other hand sneaks its way up and cups my breast and I moan as he slowly slides inside of me. He starts simply. His strokes are defined, yet rigid. His panting picks up as he growls against my neck.
My fingernails bite through his dress-shirt and I cling onto him, refusing to let go. He starts to go harder and I hold back on a scream. “I wanna hear you, babe,” he whispers against my ear. “Fuck everybody else. It’s just you and me, remember?”
His voice causes a build-up within me. He picks his speed up and with each one, my back bumps against the wall. He grabs my ass, keeping leverage while lifting into me with deep strokes. This time, I shriek blissfully.
He groans as I place my lips against his ear to let him hear my pleasure. It’s his motivation, I know it. “Shit, Natalie,” he hisses through his teeth. “I’m so close, baby. So close.”
I bite my lower lip to try and hold back on the next scream. I don’t want the people of the restaurant to hear us but it’s a thrill to know that I can be this pleasured in such an open place.
The build-up returns again but this time there is a throbbing between my legs. There’s an ache that causes my legs to tremble and for me to quake around him. My body needs more and after a while, he gives it to me.
He strokes continuously and with each one, I get higher and higher. Closer and closer. He finally hisses through his teeth and I fall against his shoulder because the point of it all has arrived. I explode around him, screaming his name at least three times and moments after, he’s released as well.
He sinks against me, running his fingers through my hair before cupping the back of my neck and kissing me. “I love you so much, Bunny,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek.
“I love you, too, Nolan.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Nolan
I’m up tangled between Natalie’s arms and legs this morning. Her hair is in her face and her lips are parted as she breathes softly. Last night had to be one of the best nights of my life. The connection between us grew. I could feel it blossoming