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“Don't be mad.”
“I’m the furthest thing from mad.” He gives my knee a squeeze, chuckling. “You opened my eyes. I should thank you for that.”
“I can think of a way for you to thank me.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I've created a monster. Whatever happened to my innocent Rose?”
“You didn't put anything in my head that wasn't there already.” I take his hand and slide it farther up my leg, between my thighs. “But now that I have you where I’ve always wanted you, I'm not going to waste any time.”
“I think I've gone to heaven.”
It feels like forever before we reach the driveway, where he puts the car in park before immediately turning to me, taking me by the back of the neck and pulling me in close. “I don't love you. I fucking love you.”
The strength of his kiss surprises me, but my body reacts the way it always does. Immediately, I feel myself weakening, like I'm melting against him. My pulse picks up speed, my skin tingling, my pussy going warm and moist all at once. Like I'm always waiting for him, ready to go wherever he wants to take me.
“In the house. Now.” He kills the engine, then flings the door open hard enough that I would think he’s pissed if I didn’t know better. No, he's just in that much of a hurry to get inside.
So am I, and my heart is bursting by the time we both stumble in. He kicks the door closed and flips the lock almost carelessly before grabbing me and hauling me in close. “I could devour you here and now,” he whispers while his fingers press into my ass and crush me against him. He’s already hard, practically bursting out of his pants and grinding against me.
He’s all mine. All of him. I have everything I want.
I can't keep my hands off him just like he can't stop touching me, and by the time we reach the stairs, I'm unbuttoning his shirt. He never even got changed after work. He was too busy losing it over me going out.
“Just rip the fucking thing,” he growls before doing it himself. Buttons pop off and scatter across the floor, and I take advantage by running my hands over his chest and down the ripples of his abs. I’ll never get enough of touching him.
“I’m going to defile you in every room of this house,” he vows, leaning over me until I sink to the stairs. When he works his hands under my sweater, I slip it off and throw it to the side while he pulls off my bra and buries his face between my boobs.
His desperation is a turn-on. He’s this needy for me. He can’t wait for me to get my clothes off.
All I can do is run my fingers through his hair as his touch and his kiss start a fire in my core. I can't help but work my hips, grinding them in circles, hoping to make contact with something, anything that will end the ache he caused.
Being with those boys earlier only reminded me what Nolan does to my body without ever touching me. Just the thought of him is enough, or a single look, or a smile.
What’s between us is magic.
The hand he wedges between my thighs is another kind of magic. He presses in, pushing the seam against my clit. “I'm going to make you scream my name in every room. In every position. With my tongue up your cunt and my cock in your ass. I'm going to have all of you, and you will never forget who you belong to.”
All I can do is nod, lost under his spell. I would agree to anything so long as he doesn't stop touching me. So long as he never stops.
“And we'll have a life together.” He laps at my skin—my throat, nipples, whatever he can reach while I ride his hand. “A future. You and me.”
“Yes!” I cry out, tugging his hair, straining.
“And you're going to have my baby. Aren't you?”
“Yes, Nolan! God, yes!” Even now, so close to the edge, I see it in my mind's eye. I can imagine carrying his baby as they grow inside me, then watching him adore our little girl or boy.
“Because you're mine. Every fucking part of you is mine.” He presses firmly, almost painfully, but it's all I need to get me over the edge and make me scream again. It's like every wall left between us is gone, and there's nothing but this. The pleasure he brings me. The way he makes me feel safe in his arms.
When I open my eyes, he's looking down at me, and I forget to breathe. I have no idea how many times I’ve wished for this. How many times have I seen it in my head and told myself it would never happen, that it could only be a dream? For years.
I'm so lucky. How many people ever get this? Knowing where they belong. They’ve found their person and will never go unloved another day.
“I love you, Nolan.” I swear, my heart's going to explode. I almost can't believe it's real, and I’m actually saying those words to him.
I watch the love shine from his face. “I love you. My precious Rose.”
It isn't all tenderness, though. Not once he kisses me and the heat flares to life again. He takes off my ankle boots while I unzip my jeans and shove them down along with my panties. I don't care where we are. I will die without him inside me. “Fuck me,” I whisper, reaching for him and clutching him to me.
