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Nova plucks at her pajamas. “It’s cold in Alaska, all right? I’m sorry I wasn’t going for seduction. I was going for not freezing my butt off.”
“Too bad you didn’t succeed,” I say in her ear as I pass. “There’s nothing you could wear that would turn me off, Spitfire. Put on a black trash bag, and I’d struggle with not tearing it off you.”
She trembles, and I close the door behind me.
When I return to the loft, I find Nova under the covers, scrolling her phone. Now that’s a sight I could get used to. My woman, in my bed, waiting for me night after night.
I flip off the lights, toss my sweatpants and curl in beside her. She sets her phone on the nightstand and rolls closer. My arm hooks around her waist, drawing her back to my front. Snuggling in, the soft material rubs against my chest.
“Flannel was the right choice.” A low hum of appreciation slips out. “You’re toasty.”
“You’re welcome.” I mold my legs to hers, and with a gasp, she tries to wiggle away. “Devin, your feet are like ice!”
I hold tighter, chuckling as I use my toes to slide up her pant legs. “But your legs are so warm.”
“Then putyourpants back on.”
“I hate sleeping in pants. I’ll be dying of heatstroke in thirty minutes.”
Nova laughs, still wriggling under my grip. “If you want me in this bed with you, you will remove your cold feet from my bodynow.”
“All right, all right.” I nuzzle her neck, moving my feet a safe distance away, but not surrendering any more distance. She’s in my bed and in my arms. “I’ll play nice. For now.”
Nova’s asleep within minutes of her head touching the pillow, but I lay awake for untold minutes, reveling in our being here. Together. The winter moon in Alaska is higher, giving off more light than we would see in Miami, making our little love shack glow with all the uncovered windows. I don’t mind because I get to curve around Nova’s sleeping form and breathe in every inch of her sleeping form. I’ve watched her sleep every time I’ve had her in my bed. I can’t help myself. It’s a need deep within that has me watching and wondering why this one woman has done what no other has. What is it about Nova Pratt, my little Spitfire, that fights away the fears of my past and ignites my lust? As if by merely thinking the thought, need coils through my veins.
Her head rests on my bicep, and I slip my sleep-numbed hand beneath the gaping neck of her top without a moment of my usual hesitance, palming her luscious curves. Free to do what it wants, no second guessing. No internal warnings flash as I curl around her body and melt into her backside, my tongue tasting the back of her slim neck.
Nova releases a low hum, my name falling from her lips with sleepy hunger as her body stretches the length of mine. My thumb circles and teases, and her back arches, her hand lifting to find my head, her fingers gripping my hair and keeping me in place while I suck and lick her velvet skin.
We’ve done this before, I explored her body in New Orleans, and she explored mine, but she wasn’t mine to keep back then. She wasn’t mine to worship, not fully. Tonight she is, and there’s no hint of revulsion tickling the back of my memories as my mind and body work as one toward the ultimate goal.
“Dev,” she groans when the hand wrapped over her body slips beneath her waistband. “Please don’t work me up if we can’t…if this isn’t our—” Her breath catches when I skim the edge of her silk panties. “I don’t mind waiting. I don’t want to rush you.”
Stilling my fingers, I trace her earlobe with my tongue before asking, “Do you want this? Or do you want to wait?”
Her nails graze my skull. “What does it feel like?” Her hips lift, steering my hand, and I nearly cave.
“We both know our bodies’ reactions aren’t the same as our hearts. You’ve been waiting just as long as I have, Nov. If it’s too soon, if you want to—”
With an irritated huff, Nova rolls out of my arms and pushes onto her knees as I fall to my back, lonely and cold without her pressed against me. “I want you, Devin Hawthorne. I have wanted you every time I have seen you since we met.” Her fingers move to her flannel pajama top.
“You said I have your love.”One button loosens.“And you said you want my forever.”Two buttons undone.“Now I’m saying I need your body.”Three buttons free.“Am I making myself clear?”
Moonlight from the windows at her back bathes her in a halo as her top slips off her shoulders.
Sitting up, my hand cups her jaw. “I love you.”
Without losing my gaze, she climbs over my lap, her arms sliding around my back, our chests pressed together. “Make love to me, Dev. Please?”
On a mission, we move in a frenzy of kisses and searching hands as we free ourselves of our remaining clothing. Rolling Nova to her back, I swallow her small frame beneath mine. Her teeth trap my bottom lip and my fist curls in her hair. With her legs wrapping around my waist, I settle in the apex.
Stroking her cheek, I pour all my hunger and longing into her mouth, one stroke of my lips after another. Each connection is like a whisper of devotion, a promise of always. And she matches my intensity with an unbridled force, unrivaled by any other.
I whisper, “I love kissing you, Nova.”
One peck, her nose brushing mine. “I loveyou.”
Hearing those three words from her lips will never get old. If she’s not careful, I’ll pounce every time they’re spoken. In private or public.
