Page 25 of The Sweetest Season
“You sounded so beautiful when you did,” he told her, then kissed her mouth, drawing it out.He tasted like honey.“I can’t wait to hear it again.”
“Noel…I’m not sure I’m ready.”
“You are more than ready.And I am so hard it hurts.”He guided her hand to the bulge of his erection.Bea grasped at the buttons of his falls, freeing his stand.
He was magnificently hard.And big enough to make her hungry for more.
“Take off what you’re wearing,” she told him, passion making her voice raw.“I want to see all of you when you take me.”
He was very good at obeying orders, to judge by how fast he shed his clothing.He grinned.“I’ve put on weight, thanks to you.Can you tell?”
She could tell he was sinfully gorgeous, if still a bit wiry, the muscles taut under his skin, which was dusted over with curled hairs she immediately wanted to stroke and pet.
“Please,” she said in invitation, opening her hands to bring him closer.
He moved to her once more, his shaft pressing against her inner thigh.“You ready for me, Bea?”
She nodded.
He entered her swiftly, filling her so she gasped at the suddenness, at the pressure and the primal need.This was exactly what she wanted—to be fully taken by this man.
“Noel,” she whimpered, wrapping one leg around his hip.“Give me everything.”
He took her order to heart, moving in tune with her needs until Bea could barely stand the pleasure.
Bea twined her fingers in his hair.“Noel, I’m close,” she told him, urgency and desire making her voice tight.“I’m so close.”
“Then come for me,” he ordered.“I want to feel you come before I have to leave you.”
She rocked her hips in a demanding rhythm, and moments later crashed against him as she gave herself up to the beautiful ending that left her shaking in his arms.
He pulled out with a groan, and pressed his shaft against her belly, spilling seed between them, still thrusting on instinct as he murmured her name: Bea, Bea, Bea.And finally she heard Be, be, be.
She held him to her, needing the closeness more than anything else, even more than the intense pleasure pulsing through her.She sighed as she felt his lips on her neck.
Then he nibbled her ear, and whispered, “I will never have enough of you.”
“Next time I’ll make chocolate sauce,” she whispered back.“Withsugar.”
He gave a low laugh.“Temptress.I can’t wait to taste you like that.”
“Oh, the sauce will be for you,” she corrected, lust making her more direct than ever.“I’m going to drizzle it on hot and lick it off.”
“When?”he asked, then kissed her deeply.“I’m ready when you are.”
“So I’ve learned.”
He raised one hand to touch her cheek with his finger.“My beautiful Bea.”
“I’m not beautiful.”
“No?Too ordinary a word for you.Gorgeous, then.Or captivating.Or delicious.”
She looked away, shy again.“Don’t tease me.”
“You think I’m teasing?I saw you and wanted to paint in colors again for the first time in years.I need you.”
“Need me for what?”she asked.The old, wary feelings rushed back.Maybe it wasn’t respect she saw at all.Maybe it was acquisitiveness, the desire to own and consume.
