Page 18 of One Summer Weekend
She knew this man better than anybody, but until tonight she had no idea running her tongue over his Adam’s apple would make him moan. Or that running her fingernails up his sides instead of down his back would make him squirm and try to grab her hands.
But her favorite sound was the deep hum of appreciation he made when she took her time peeling off the T-shirt she’d stolen from him and dropped it on the floor.
“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding these from me my whole life,” he said just before his mouth closed over her tender nipple.
He was definitely thorough. Noah always did everything with focus and enthusiasm, but she’d never thought about how those traits might translate to the bedroom. As he licked and sucked his way down her body, Carly—her body desperate for an orgasm—tried to move things along, but he resisted.
Using one hand pressed across her lower stomach to hold her still, he nibbled at her thigh until she parted her legs. His fingers glided over her slick flesh and she meant to say his name—maybe to beg—but all that came out was a low moan.
His mouth closed over her and her hips bucked against him. But his fingertips bit into her thigh, holding her still as his tongue swirled over her clit. She buried her fingers in his hair, opening her legs farther, and he let go of her thigh so his fingers could join his mouth in making her absolutely crazy. He had long fingers, stroking deep inside her as his tongue worked her clit with the same focus and enthusiasm he did everything else with.
The orgasm rolled through her and she clawed at the sheets, gathering the fabric in her fists as she bucked against him. When it had passed, he bit the inside of her thigh and then started working his way back up her body.
He paused to suck one nipple hard enough to make her yelp, and then he kissed her. It was a hard kiss and she tasted herself on his mouth. As they kissed, she pushed on his shoulder until he was on his back.
Then she grinned down at him for a few seconds before shifting downward so she could lick his Adam’s apple again.
When she ran her tongue over his nipple, he sucked in a breath, but when she started licking her way down his chest and over his abs—fully intending to reciprocate—he grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head still.
“I can’t.” She made a small disappointed sound that had the fingers loosening in her hair for a few seconds before tightening their grip again. “I want to be inside of you right fucking now.”
He let go of her hair and pushed his body up, rolling her to her back and the intensity of his gaze made her shiver. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Wait. Condoms. I...” She let the words trail away as she tried to remember if she had any with her. Usually she tucked a couple away in her suitcase because a woman liked to be prepared, but she’d been heading off on a road trip with Noah. No condoms required.
“I have some in my bag,” he said. “Not because...well, I always have some. Donotmove.”
Carly did as she was told, more because her muscles felt like butter than a sense of obedience, but she hoped he was quick about it. She didn’t want time for the sexual fog her mind was lost in to dissipate and make room for thoughts. Thoughts about what she was doing and, more importantly, who she was doing it with.
She didn’t want to think at all right now.
Noah was back in seconds, condom in hand, and as she watched him roll it on, she stopped thinking about anything but having him inside her.
He kissed her first, long and deeply, as his hand slid over her body. He brushed his thumb over her breast and then moaned against her mouth as he slid his fingers over the flat of her stomach.
“Now,” she whispered, just in case he was worried she’d lost the mood while he was gone.
“So bossy,” he said, but he did as he was told.
Shifting over her, he settled between her thighs. As she raised her hips, he reached between them and guided himself into her. They moaned in unison as she took his length deeper with every stroke.
There was nothing frantic about his movements. He kissed her as his hips moved slowly, deliberately. Then he kissed her shoulder and she felt the coarseness of his beard against her skin.
He thrust harder and she rocked to meet each stroke as her mind emptied of anything but sensation. Her fingernails bit into his back and his pace quickened.
“Jesus, Carly,” he murmured against her ear.
Reaching between them again, he stroked her clit and she whimpered helplessly against the oncoming orgasm. He stroked harder and faster, his thumb never letting up until her hips jerked against his and she bit down on her lip in an effort not to wake everybody in the inn.
Panting, she opened her eyes and saw him watching her with so much heat in his eyes, she could practically feel it on her skin. Then he hooked his hand behind her knee and lifted so he could drive deep into her. Gasping, she dug her fingernails into the hard cheeks of his ass, driving him on.
He groaned when he came, his muscles flexing under her touch, and when the tremors had passed, he gave her a fast and hard kiss before collapsing on top of her.
“Yes,” he whispered when he’d caught his breath.
“So much yes,” she whispered back.
After a couple of minutes, he rolled away and she heard him pull a tissue from the box next to the bed, presumably to wrap the condom in before dropping it in the little trash can under the nightstand. Then he was back and he gathered her into his arms. Feeling practically boneless, she melted against his body.
