It makes my heart swell. One offer to visit her and she’s satisfied. God, she’s so easy to please.
All my previous flings have been so high maintenance that I couldn’t date anymore. Nova is like a breath of fresh air. She’s easy and so fucking normal. Usually, I can’t ever seem to attract them, so I think I’ll have to thank Bentley for his fuck-ups, because it led me to her.
The car pulls into the underground car park.
“Fancy,” she says.
“It doesn’t change me,” I quickly add, suddenly worried my house will scare her off.
Her hand reaches out to touch my shoulder. “Hey. I know that. It’s just, you live in everyone's dream suburb, and I’m assuming, dream house.”
“You haven’t seen it yet.”
“But I will,” she says with a husky tone that has me licking my lips and twisting them up.
“You will,” I say. “Right fucking now.”
I lace my fingers in hers and pull her out of the car. My sudden need to have her is taking over.
Chapter 18
Nova
We get inside an elevator. Of course, he has one in his own house. I take deep breaths and his hand settles on my back in a kind gesture. It calms me immediately. The elevator stops and the doors open. His house has the same colors as what I’d seen on the video that one time. It’s masculine, clean, and sexy. It screams Remy.
He exits the elevator first and I follow closely behind. We walk past the entry and I’m expecting a tour, so when he stops suddenly, I slam into him. My body’s pressed against his. He spins quickly. His hands fly to the back of my head as he towers over me breathing heavily. His strong body feels so good. The way his warm breath tickles my face makes it hard to breathe.
Our eyes collide with so much want. I’m no longer hungry for the McDonalds; I’m only starving for him.
My name leaves his lips as he smashes his mouth to mine. Our lips automatically move in a perfect rhythm. I moan as I feel every part of my body pressed against him. My skin, my apex, my thighs, my hands, and my lips all touch him. I grab his solid shoulders and moan. He growls. I need more of him. I want to taste him.
I run my tongue slowly over the seam of his lips. He opens them as his hands tighten in my hair.
Then one of his hands slips from my face to my neck, his hand pauses to feel the crazy beat of my heart. My tongue enters his mouth and I tilt my head to explore. He mimics it, kissing me tenderly. His taste is addictive and perfect. My tongue tangles with his, and I lean my body into his. I feel his thickness grow against my stomach. I moan again. This time rocking my hips upward, trying to cause friction between my aching pussy and his hard cock. I want him to destroy me. I want to feel full and completely satisfied.
His grip around my neck intensifies and I moan again. I grip his shoulder muscles tighter and he pulls back, breaking our kiss. I pant and open my eyes, staring longingly at him. His eyes are feral.
“Remy,” I pant, unable to make a full conversation. I just need him at this moment.
“Fuck.” He grunts and his hand slips from my neck.
I almost whimper. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to ruin me with multiple orgasms until I beg him to stop. He takes my hand and walks me through the house. His kitchen comes into view and it’s incredible. Bright whites and splashes of gray.
He walks me through the house until we hit a bedroom. His bedroom.
I turn to find him staring at me. Waiting for my approval.
How does this handsome man still not know? I’ve already given him consent.
I push up on my tiptoes and slam my mouth to his. He catches me in his arms and pulls my body into his. His strong, tall, powerful body feels incredible against mine.
The heated, deep kiss is intoxicating. I love the taste of him. A mix of mint and…him?
Our kiss is making the air crackle around us. Especially when his hand settles on the spot over my neck and jaw. It feels so right.
I hum into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine.
My fingers find his shirt buttons. I unbutton them with shaky fingers. The anticipation is taking over me. I want to take it slow and go fast at the same time.