“I don’t know about that,” he chuckled. “I’ve got some flaws. Have you seen the laundry in my room? I’m kind of a slob. And, I’ve been told I snore.”
“You don’t,” I promised. “I would have let you know if that was true.” We’d spent quite a few nights together over past few weeks. If he did snore, I was oblivious. Every night I spent with him I found myself peacefully drifting off to sleep in his arms.
“Oh, and I hate to lose. But, I’m guessing you figured that one out already,” he said with wink before leaning into touch his nose to mine.
“I did.”
“I love you, Nora Bennett,” he said, confirming my suspicions. “And I’ll support anything you want to do. If you want to sell houses, great. You want to take pictures, even better.” He laughed. “Hell, if you tell me tomorrow that you want to audition for the circus, I’ll go out and buy you a trapeze. I want us to be a team. I want us to be there for each other no matter what.”
“I want that too.” I placed my hand on his cheek and peered into his big brown eyes. “I love you too, you know?” I said before kissing him. I could feel his smile underneath my lips before our kiss deepened. He pulled me onto his lap, my knees settling on each side him as our tongues tangled together.
“Yeah, I know.” I could feel his smile on my lips.
My sister was working, the house was empty, and as I felt him harden beneath me I was grateful for her absence. I’d never been so turned on by another person. We could go from having a serious conversation to lust-fueled in no time flat. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of wanting him or of him wanting me. His hands moved to unbutton my shirt. I was still dressed in my work clothes—a cream colored button down shirt and a pair of black pants. I’d had a wide belt around my waist, but the second I walked through the front door it went on the floor along with the black heels I’d been wearing. There was nothing sexy about the outfit I was wearing, but as he worked his fingers over the buttons, and revealed the nude colored lace bra I was wearing underneath, I watched his eyes drink me in like I was a supermodel. He made me feel sexy, desirable and wanted.
He dropped his head to my chest, kissing the tops of my breasts as I shrugged out of my shirt. I sat up and he pulled the cups down, my nipples hardening into tight peaks from his gaze and the anticipation of what I knew would be coming. He took one nipple between his lips while his hand worked over the other one, pinching and pulling in the most delicious combination of pleasure and pain.
“That feels amazing,” I said as I tangled my hands in his hair, inviting him to apply more pressure. He nipped at me with his teeth and for a moment I thought I might just come apart at the seams.
“You feel amazing,” he said, his cock throbbing into my center. His arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed me again. “Do you know how many times a day I think about being inside of you?” he growled. “Too many to count.” He reached between our bodies and slipped his hand down the front of my pants, his fingertips grazing my sensitive flesh, soliciting a cry for more from my lips. “You’ve been thinking about me too, haven’t you?” He said, slicking his fingers through my already wet heat between my legs. It was true. I thought about sex with him more than I’d ever thought about sex with anyone. “Tell me what you think about doing to me, baby?” His rough whisper in my ear fueled my courage.