Page 33 of Full Coverage (Boys of Fall)

“Heaven on Earth,” he told her. “Your body is fucking heaven on Earth.”

Dang, the guy did have a way with words.

She picked up the pace though she could have happily stayed right there forever, at that leisurely rhythm, Nolan stretching her and filling her and looking at her like she was everything he’d always wanted.

But Nolan wasn’t as content with leisurely. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight as he surged up into her, lifting and lowering her with his thrusts. And eventually that wasn’t enough either. He flipped her onto her back.

“Get that pretty skirt out of my way, Ladybug,” he said huskily.

She pulled it up as he plunged into her. She cried out his name, her orgasm hovering, teasing, tempting.

Nolan braced his hands on the couch on either side of her hips, locking his elbows and watched where he moved in and out of her, clearly meaning everything he’d said about never getting tired of that.

It was partly how turned on he was, how much he clearly wanted her, how much he loved being with her like this, that twisted her tighter and tighter, until finally she came apart in a flood of pleasure and heat and emotion that made her cry out his name for the second time and clamp onto him as if she could keep it all going and going.

But that was all it took to trigger Nolan’s climax. He shouted her name and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding on tight as he came.

Neither of them moved for a few seconds, then he dropped his forehead to her shoulder and eased himself down beside her on the cushion.

She felt like they were glued together, every inch of him touching every inch of her, and she had no desire to move.

Ever.

* * *

Randi slippedout of bed early the next morning. She didn’t want to leave. Nolan was taking up more than his share of her bed and she loved it. He was still snoring softly at five a.m. when she pulled on her jeans, T-shirt and work boots. She could have definitely used more sleep, but she had to meet her mom for their Thursday morning breakfast.

And she definitely needed coffee. Nolan had woken her two more times in the night. Once had been hard and fast and heart-pounding. Once had been slow and sweet. That was the one that had wrecked her.

That had been the one that had prompted her to wakehimup the third time.

She wrote him a quick note and put it on her pillow, clichéd as that was, and headed to the diner. Her mom would be coming off the night shift at the hospital and just getting back to Quinn. Every Thursday they met for breakfast after Katie’s shift and before Randi’s day started.

Randi walked into the diner and spotted her mom, already with a carafe of coffee in front of her. She slid into the booth across from Katie and immediately poured some of the brew into the cup waiting for her.

“’Morning.”

“Hi, Mom.” Randi gave her a grin and then drank.

“You okay?”

Randi swallowed. “Well, yeah. Why?”

“You look perky.”

Randi had been getting up to open the shop at six a.m. for the past eight years. She did great work in the morning before everyone else got there. But she wasn’t a morning person. Getting from horizontal to vertical was the hardest thing she did every day. And no one knew it better than the woman who’d had to haul her butt out of bed every morning for eighteen years.

“Not perky. Fine. But…normal.” But she didn’t feel normal. Not even a little.

She’d had sex before. She’d been with guys who’d really wanted her. But she’d never been made love to. And that was exactly what had happened with Nolan last night.

There had been sparks at Coach’s party. After years of noticing each other, of dancing around any kind of relationship—physical or otherwise—of assuming they had nothing in common so they wouldn’t be compatible in any way. There had been hot kissing. There had been flirting and teasing and then tequila. But she’d had no way of expecting what it would really be like with him. How amazing it would be. How…consuming.

That sounded so weird, but when he was touching her, kissing her, talking to her, moving over and in her, he was everything. There wasn’t room for doubts or fears or even the ability to be surprised or amazed. He took over every thought and feeling.

And in the aftermath,thatwas pretty scary.

And surprising. And amazing.

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