Page 48 of Full Coverage (Boys of Fall)

Her smile grew. “The city boy likes my boots?”

“Fuck yeah.” He picked her up and set her on the edge of the desk and pulled her panties off over the boots. “You might have to keep them on in bed forever.” He looked directly into her eyes, in spite of her being completely naked and only inches away. “And before I lick you to your first orgasm of the night, you should know that I’m in love with you.”

Chapter Seven

Randi feltheat and something so much more—something happier and exciting andright—rock through her.

Nolan had just officially said that he was in love with her.

Nolan Winters, who had a huge life in San Antonio, who had left Quinn and done amazing things, who was aNew York Timesbestselling author and spent his time with people who made the news—literally—and who wrote books that taught and influenced and challenged other people, was in love withher.

She blew out the breath that had lodged in her chest and then stretched her legs out, wrapping them around his hips and pulling him in. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, long and deeply.

She didn’t let him go for almost three full minutes. When she did, she told him honestly, “I’m in love with you too.”

She hadn’t realized it until he’d said it. Or maybe she hadn’t let herself really think about it, because it seemed ridiculous that Nolan would feel the same way. But now, she felt it. He’d been sweet, not pushing, not trying to get her clothes off at every turn, but he’d spent time, really talking and listening. She’d never had a man’s ongoing attention like that. At least not without sex involved. And sure, he needed help with his book, but they’d gone off on so many tangents, she wasn’t sure she’d given him anything useful in days. But tonight he’d truly made her feel appreciated and interesting.

Nolan didn’t seem to know what to say to her declaration and she smiled, thinking that the word man didn’t know what to say.

So she let him talk with his body. “Love me, Nolan.”

He let out a long, shaky breath, and then he kissed her.

And it was unlike any other kiss of her life. He held her head in his hands, his lips taking over every thought in her mind. The kiss was deep and hot, then sweet, then soft, then hungry. It felt like they went through every emotion in that one kiss, and Randi felt the eagerness to be close to him, to be apartof him, climbing with every second.

Finally, his hands went from her head to her ass and he brought her up against him. He was still dressed and she was totally naked except for her boots. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against her clit and she whimpered as the sensations ripped through her.

He let her up for air, but dipped his knees so he could take a nipple into his mouth. He didn’t ease in. He sucked hard and Randi gasped, pleasure streaking from breast to clit.

She gripped the back of his head, arching closer, and rubbing against the denim-clad length of his cock.

“Lie back,” he said huskily, lifting his head.

She complied immediately. She lay back on the desk, feeling the folders and paper shifting underneath her. She really hoped the kids working in here wouldn’t mind the wrinkles on Monday. Not that they would know what caused them—she giggled thinking about it.

“What?” he asked, his gaze hungrily taking in the view.

She was on her back, her legs spread on either side of his hips.

“Just hoping I’m not ruining anyone’s homework.”

He gave her a wicked grin. “I’ll leave a note explaining what happened. No one will mind.”

She laughed. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“Oh, come on. I want everyone in this town to know I nailed Randi Doyle in the newspaper office.” His gaze tracked over her again and he ran a hand up and down her leg. “I want to give my fellow nerds hope.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Well, be sure to tell them not to assume things because of a cheerleading uniform or just because she doesn’t like math class.”

“Is that what I did?” he asked.

“Isn’t it?”

He gave a nod. “Yeah, maybe.”

“I can tell you, in high school, I could have used a lot of…” She trailed off when she realized how she’d been about to finish that sentence.

He squeezed her calf. “Tell me.”

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