“No. I like it dark.” I inched my fingers under his soft sweater, loving his sharp inhale when I touched his nipples. I kissed the hollow beneath his Adam’s apple and whispered, “Off. All of it.”
After Nolan ditched his sweater, he teased me with flirty kisses as he shucked his jeans. I could taste myself on him and I swayed closer to feel the heat of his bare skin on mine.
His restraint vanished. He fastened his mouth to my neck, biting, licking, kissing, building a frenzy in both of us.
It was glorious being on the receiving end of that passion.
In a move worthy of an MMA champion, he took us to the floor.
As soon as all that hard, heated muscle covered me, I wrapped my legs around his hips.
My back arched off the floor when he drove into me.
There were no words between us. Just sweat and heat and friction in the dark.
And passion. God. The passion this man showed was staggering.
The blood racing through my body sizzled like I was burning up from the inside out. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I couldn’t touch him enough. Every breath I took was saturated with his scent. Wherever I kissed his skin I tasted salt and musk and Nolan. I rubbed my face against his flesh, bathing in him.
His mouth was on my jaw, then my neck, then my breasts, and he kept a steady rhythm that seemed in perfect sync to the pounding of my heart and the rapid breaths whooshing from my lungs.
I never wanted this to end but at the same time I knew I couldn’t spend another minute this close to the edge.
He slowed down just enough so he could push my legs to the floor, spreading me open, so each grinding thrust was exactly where I needed it.
My body responded immediately.
Tingling pulses rippled from my core outward and I let the pleasure wash over me, not chasing it, but feeling that connection with Nolan strengthen as he gave it to me.
When he buried his face in my neck as he found his own release, his deep groan vibrating against my skin sent chills racing through me again.
Spent, breathing hard, still joined together, I reached up and twined my arms around his neck, keeping him in place in case he got the idea to get up because he thought he was squishing me.
When he lifted his head, I trapped that beautiful face in my hands. “Nolan. That . . .” I saw such satisfaction in his eyes, and I wanted to be the only one who put it there. Forever. “That was everything.”
A smile curled his lips, which he lowered to mine.
Neither of us wanted to be the first to break the bubble we’d created. We didn’t speak, we just existed in this new intimacy.
Nolan kissed my temple. “You’re shivering.”
“So are you.”
“Let’s go sit by the fireplace.”
“You have a fireplace?”
He pushed to his feet. “I’ll give you the tour. But please get dressed or else we’ll never make it out of the hallway.”
“Same goes. But you’ll have to bring me my clothes since I stripped in your foyer.”
“Which makes you the best houseguest I’ve ever had.” He handed me his robe to wear.
I decided my clothes could stay on the floor after I’d wrapped my naked self in the fluffy comfort of his robe that smelled like him.
In the main body of the house, a freestanding wall provided a focal point across from the entryway. Walking to the left led into the living room, and to the right into the kitchen, but the space behind it was open from one end to the other. The shiny gray lacquered kitchen cabinets complemented the white countertops, swirled with gray and black and dotted with tiny bits of silver. Here and there were items the same glossy blue as his front door.
Wood flooring—a pale ash gray—stretched throughout these two rooms. Again, his living area wasn’t the leather-furniture, chrome-and-glass bachelor pad I’d seen in every other single guy’s house. His living room looked cozy and inviting with wide-wale corduroy couches in navy blue. Two bookshelves crammed with books rose to the ceiling on either side of the mosaic-tiled fireplace. A large ivory-colored wool rug covered the floor and he’d placed a funky antique coffee table in the center of it all. What surprised me was that all the windows had been changed to the same milky pale blue glass bricks like by the front door.