"You are a stunning woman." His fingers brush over my chin, tilting my head up to his. "I crave you. It's not just your body but all of you. Your mind and your spirit. There's this thing about you, Ellie. It's this sense of goodness that just is in the air whenever you're near. I feel it. I know other people can too. I just want to soak in that and in you."
I lean forward to cup his cheeks in my hands. "You have that too, Nolan. That sense of goodness. I felt it when I first met you. You protect the people you care about and you care about people you don't even know."
His eyes close for a beat. "I haven't always been a good person."
"You are now." I kiss him softly. "The past is the past. What matters is right now and you're a great dad and a wonderful lover and a pretty good boss."
He huffs out a deep laugh. "I'm a pretty good boss? I'm a fucking fantastic boss."
I kiss him again, harder this time, my tongue skimming over his bottom lip. "You were right. Your employees do bitch about you when you're not around."
"Tell me who." His arms circle me pulling me close. "Tell me their names and I'll fire every last one of them."
I gasp when he opens the clasp of my bra with one hand. "If I tell you all their names there won't be anyone left working for you."
He smiles against my mouth, his breath mingling with mine, his teeth brushing against my bottom lip. "Make me forget all of them, Ellie. Make me forget everyone in the world but you."
***
His mouth eats at mine, his tongue pulling, taking, making me want even more than he's already given me. He fucked me once on the bed before we took a shower together.
I took him in my mouth as the hot water beat down on us both. He was so close, but he stopped me, yanking me to my feet so he could finger my pussy. I came in the small space; his name stuck on my lips behind the moan that I couldn't contain.
"Safe," I groan into the kiss. "Are you safe?"
"You know I am," he growls. "I was tested last week. You're safe too."
He told me he wanted to fuck me without a condom when we were in the shower but I silenced him with a bite to his shoulder. He surged then, pushing two fingers into me while his thumb strummed over my swollen clit.
"Fuck me bare," I whisper with a smile against his lips. "Come inside of me. I want to feel it."
"Christ." He pushes me against the bedroom wall, lifting me up. "I've never done it."
"Never," I say breathlessly. "I'll be the first?"
"The first," he repeats as he moves his hands to cradle my ass. "My first bare fuck. The first woman I've ever loved."
I close my eyes to ward off the tears.
He loves me. I love him.
He thrusts hard, the entire length of him driving into me. I gasp as I claw at his shoulders, my legs wrapped around him, my back pressed against the wall.
"Jesus, this feels like heaven." His lips are on my neck. "You feel like my heaven."
I cling to him as he drives into me with long hard strokes. My back thumps against the wall, each of his groans shooting right through me to my core.
"I'm going to come so hard. This is way too fucking good." He clenches his jaw, his neck taut as he increases the tempo. The sensation of feeling him like this, inside me, raw and exposed is almost too much to bear.
"It's too good," I cry out. "So good."
He bores into me with solid thrusts, his mouth on my neck, on my cheek, his lips fluttering over my mine. "Take it, Ellie. Feel it. This is all yours."
"Mine," I repeat back. "You're mine."
"You better fucking believe it," he grunts as he digs his hands into my ass and fucks me, each stroke a promise; a pleasure filled vow that he belongs to me and I am his.
Chapter 47
Ellie
"You like cold pizza?" I scrunch my nose. "I would heat it up in the microwave."
"Las Vegas softened you." He takes another bite. "Real New Yorkers are good with eating cold pizza. Try it."
"I'm full." I lick my bottom lip. "I have to go soon."
"Where?" He tugs his T-shirt back over his head. "It's midnight. You're not going anywhere but home."
"That's exactly where I'm going." I slip my feet back into my sandals. "You should get home and I need to do the same."
"You liked her, right?"
I push my hair back behind my shoulders. "She's like a little princess. I really like her, Nolan. I'm glad I came over today."
"You'll come back." It's not a question. It doesn't need to be. He knows that I lost part of my heart back in his real apartment this afternoon. It's hard not to fall instantly in love with a little girl like May.
"I will. I'd love to spend more time with her."
"After you left she told me that I was lucky." He sighs. "I asked her why."
"Why?" I question with the hope that it's because of me. I want her to like me. A few days ago I wasn't sure I wanted to know her, and now I want her approval. I want her to understand how important her dad is to me.
"She told me I was lucky because my best friend is better than her best friend."
"Are you May's best friend?"
"I wear clip-on earrings and get my toe nails painted. Of course I'm her best friend."
I glance down at his toenails. Two of them are painted bright orange. The surrounding skin is the same hue. "What color is that?"
"It's hideous."