She sighs against me. “It was so exciting being around you. You were larger than life, but you made me feel special. I still remember that 'crunchy peanut butter' line.”
“Wasn’t a line. I wanted you to know me.”
“I thought I did know you.”
I shift up on my elbow to get a better look at her. “You do. You fucking do, Nova.” It matters that she believes it.
She shifts her body and turns into me, her breasts brushing my chest. Her eyes find mine, the bright blue pierced by dark pupils.
“I keep thinking about the other night in the back room at Mile High,” she murmurs. “It all happened so fast.”
Whatever Richard Gere is doing with the out-of-his-league sex worker is forgotten. There’s no world outside of the heat rising on this couch.
Just like I couldn’t keep my feelings for Nova out of the desire I felt earlier, now a carnal hunger bleeds into the edges of my emotions.
She smells like some kind of wildflower, and I want to suck all the honey out of her.
My body is already tense from the feel of her, but now my abs clench and my cock throbs. “We can slow it down next time.”
Her face tips up. “Really?”
I’ve got her attention now. “Uh-huh. Tell me what you liked about it.”
Her eyes are big and round, her lips parting. She can definitely feel how turned on I am, and she’s into it. “I liked your mouth on me.”
No shit.
“What else?”
“I liked watching you stroke yourself. I liked seeing you get off.”
Desire jolts down my spine.
This is dangerous territory, and not what I planned.
But I told her we had to talk, that I wanted her to open up to me, and that’s what we’re doing, right?
I skim her hip with my palm. Her legs are smooth and soft, and I hitch her knee over my thigh.
“Just the thought of you gets me off,” I murmur. “I’m that hot for you, Pink.”
My fingers slide up the inside of her shorts.
Damn.
She’s hot and slippery, her skin like satin fire against me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I tell her.
Her eyes darken with desire.
I’m between her legs, pushing in just far enough to make her gasp. The sensations are too much, and she grips my shoulders to stay upright.
“That feels… incredible.”
“Good,” I whisper back.
I play with her, enjoying every second of her arousal. The heat between us is palpable, and I lean in to kiss her, but she turns her face at the last second.
I capture her chin and turn her back to me.
“This isn’t make-believe, Nova. You want me to fuck you, you’re damn well going to feel it. If you decide after that you’re not willing to take a chance on us, that’s one thing. But I’m gonna hold your eyes wide open and show you everything we are first.”
13
CLAY
My tongue pushes into her mouth as I grip her hips with both hands.
She moans softly against my lips, a sound that drives me wild. My body aches for hers as I press against her, our tongues dancing in perfect synchronization as we get lost in each other.
All I want is to be inside her. But instead of giving in to impulse here, I get off the couch and lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips as I carry her down the hall towards the bedrooms.
“First one is me,” she murmurs.
I turn where she says and tear my gaze from her long enough to look around.
The room itself is soft pink, the queen mattress covered in a white bedspread. There’s a desk covered in art supplies and a sketchpad.
I’m curious what she’s working on, but I’ve got my hands full.
I cross the room and lay her gently on the bed. Her hair spreads out on the pillow, and she looks like a goddess or a fairy or both.
I take my time undressing her, feeling her eyes on me the entire time.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.
She smiles as she reaches for me, her hands stroking my chest, my arms, my abs.
I yank off my pants, tossing them off the side of the bed without taking my eyes from her.
We're skin to skin, my body tense and my cock already a steel rod between us.
“I’ve thought about this a million times,” I tell her.
Her lips curve. “Sounds like an exaggeration.”
“It’s a conservative estimate.”
I press two fingers inside her, and she arches up to meet me.
Her body is so hot, her pussy squeezing my fingers.
She’s not wrong to think it’ll be a tight fit.
I’m six-five and have a cock to match.
It’s my job to make her ready.
As ready as she can be.
When she reaches for my cock, I gently press her hand against the bedspread.
“Let me.”
She bites her lip and allows me to explore her. Tonight, there’s no one barging in. There’s nothing stopping us.
My fingers work inside her, playing with her clit and her pussy until she tightens around me.
“Oh, God. Clay. Yes…”
She’s slick and turned on, making little sounds even as I withdraw from her.
I shift off the bed to grab a condom from my wallet. When I come back, she’s panting and staring up at me from her elbows.
But her attention falls to my cock.
“You want this, sweetheart?”
She smiles, breathless. “Yes.”
Adrenaline surges through me as I nudge her back down. “Wider. Need those ankles spread, gorgeous.”
She hesitates. I reach for her chin and tilt it up so her eyes meet mine.
“I said I’d go slow. I meant it.” My lips brush hers.
She wraps her legs around my hips again, and I adjust her. Her ass fills my hands, and I can’t wait to be deep inside her.
“Clay?” she whispers, her fingers threading into my hair.
“Yeah?”
She bites her lip, looking unsure.
I brush my mouth across hers softly. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
I press inside her, an inch at a time.
Fuck.
Oh, sweet fuck.
She feels so damn good.
Slow’s gonna be harder than I thought.
Her ribs expand, her eyes widening.
I channel all the patience I have as I adjust her in my arms, and when she relaxes, I rock back in.
Her breathing is shallow.
After a few small movements, I see it.
Her pupils dilate, her eyes softening.
“Yeah, sweetheart. That’s it.”
Her head falls back. Whether it’s from her body responding to my patient insistence or from my words of praise, I’m not sure. So, I continue both.
“You’re so good.”
The next time, I slide an inch deeper. My fingers dig into her ass, my teeth grinding together. She sighs in relief, and that exhale has her relaxing.
“Clay!” she gasps as I sink all the way inside her.
I shift onto my back and seat her on top.
She lifts off, cringing a little.
Is she hating this?
The thought devastates me.
But she lowers herself back down, one experimental inch at a time.
My hands settle on her thighs, and I force myself not to hurry her. Her eyes drift down my body, all the way to where we’re joined.