Page 29 of A Very Grumpy Thanksgiving

“I love it! Thank you so much!”

“Of course,” he says, smiling as I run over to him and wrap him up in a tight hug.

It doesn’t take long for both of our bodies to react. It’s like we can’t be in the same room with each other now without needing to rip each other’s clothes off.

“I need you,” I whisper, and he nods.

His hands grab my hips, and he pulls me into him. I can feel his dick starting to swell against my thigh, and I can’t help but rub against it. I feel wanton and desired as his cock hardens even more. I shift so that the thick ridge is between my legs, right where I need him most, and I can’t help but moan. It feels so good, so hard.

“Fuck, Saffron,” he groans, and I smile shyly up at him.

Nolan’s head dips, his warm breath hitting my face, and my eyelids flutter shut as his lips land on mine. My heart is racing, and as my hands rub up his chest, I can feel that his heart is beating out of control, too.

My fingers climb higher, and I run my hands over his collarbone, memorizing every line of his body as I go. Nolan backs me up a step, and I go willingly. My fingers trace along his jawline, and he pulls away, staring down at me. I trace around his ear, my fingers tangling in his dark locks, toying with the long strands. I want to run my hands over all of him, to trace his body, and map it in my brain.

“I really love you,” he murmurs, and I grin.

“I really love you too.”

His lips capture mine as his hands move up my ribcage until he’s cupping my breasts in his big, capable hands. His hands knead the soft globes, and I break the kiss, pulling away as I moan, my head falling back.

Nolan kisses down my neck, his lips finding the pulse point at the base of my throat. I push into him, wanting his hands on my skin, on every inch of me.

I raise my hands over my head, letting him drag the thin cotton of my shirt over my head. He wastes no time and drags the cup of my bra down next, exposing my nipples to the cold air. They pucker instantly, tightening into stiff peaks.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Saffron,” Nolan whispers against my heated skin, and I gasp as his warm mouth sucks the tight bud into his mouth.

His tongue swirls around it, and I arch into him. My eyes flutter open, and I watch as the fan spins round and round on the ceiling above us. Nolan’s hands go around my back, and he pulls me into him, his hands tangling in my purple hair as he devours my breasts.

I swear that I’m about to explode. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I’m hot and needy, aching for him to make me come.

Everything about Nolan turns me on. The toned abs, the full lips, and dark blue eyes, the chiseled lines of him, all of the dips and planes. All of it is a work of art that I want to admire for hours. He’s so strong, so smart and capable. He’s sexy and funny, but right now, it’s his body that is doing it for me.

Nolan pulls back, and I bite back a needy whine, missing having his mouth on me.

“Bed. Now,” he orders, and I nod.

We take off up the stairs and into my bedroom. I giggle as we seem to race for my room, and as soon as I’m there, I’m pushing down my pants as I back up toward the mattress.

Nolan’s eyes are burning, glinting in the sun as he takes me in and I straighten my shoulders, wanting him to look his fill. It’s obvious that my body turns him on just as much as he turns me on.

Nolan pushes me down onto the bed, and I start to wiggle out of my panties, letting Nolan pull them the rest of the way off.

“Fuck. Every inch of you is a dream, Saffron.”

My body warms at the compliment, and I hold my hand out to him, wanting to feel his weight on top of me. He pulls his shirt off first, kicking his shoes off as he pushes his pants down his toned legs.

He comes down over me, and I spread my legs. He’s still wearing his boxers, so we’re not skin-on-skin, but I can still feel how hard and hot he is.

His head dips again, and his mouth latches onto one of my nipples, sucking the whole thing into his mouth. His mouth is so hot and wet, the suction so perfect that I’m close to coming in seconds.

My toes curl into the sheets as my hips rock restlessly against his, and he switches to my other breast.

That spot between my legs is getting wet, tiny sparks going off with every bite, suck, and caress that he gives my breasts. It’s not quite enough, though. The nagging emptiness between my legs just won’t go away, and the dull ache is starting to drive me crazy with need. I need to do something. I need him. I push on his chest, and he lets my nipple go with a pop, leaning up to look at me questioningly.

“I want to take care of you,” I say, my fingers running down his chest, following his happy trail down to the band of his boxers.

Nolan pushes off of the bed, reaching for his boxers, and I drop to my knees, helping him pull them down his legs. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them as I reach up, fisting his thick length.

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