Page 42 of Naughty & Nice

“I never said it was rational,” I argue.

Dropping over him, I plant a hand on either side of his head and brush my lips over his.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach.

I’m kissing Hendrix Kemp. Finally.

“Noelle,” he warns, although there’s no strength behind it as his hands slide to my ass, forcing me to begin grinding again.

“You feel so good,” I whisper in our kiss.

“So good,” he agrees. “Can we forget how old we are so you don’t forever tease me about coming in my pants as an adult?”

Laughter bubbles up faster than I can stop.

“Consider it forgotten. But if you want, we could just take your pants off.”

His grip on my ass tightens.

“No,” he says, shocking the hell out of me. “This is how it needs to be. For now. I’m not rushing anything with you.”

“Hendrix,” I gasp when he suddenly flips us again and takes control.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I twist my fingers in his hair and hold him to me as tightly as I can, not that I think for a second he’s going anywhere.

Our kiss is filthy and all-consuming. His hands alternate between my thighs, holding my hips, and sliding up my sides toward my breasts. But despite now knowing that he might be a bit of a boob man, he doesn’t indulge.

“Please,” I moan, my back arching as he thrusts against me, building me higher and higher. He watches me with fire burning in his eyes. Knowing I’m causing it makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

It’s a heady feeling that I never want to lose.

Releasing him, I take the bull by the horns and drag my tank down, exposing myself to him.

His eyes drop immediately and his lips part.

Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I tug him down.

“Please,” I whimper again. “Let me feel you.”

He hesitates, but not for very long.

Leaning forward, his lips surround one of my nipples before he sucks and flicks the tip with his tongue.

“Oh shit, yes,” I cry, probably a little too loudly seeing as we’re in a tiny cabin with his twin brother somewhere in the vicinity.

The thought of him listening to us does weird things to my insides. And the second I consider the possibility of him watching, I explode.

Pleasure shoots from my core and doesn’t end until every single one of my nerve endings are tingling.

“Hendrix,” I cry as my body takes on a life of its own, twitching and convulsing beneath him.

“Fuck, Noelle. Fuck. Fuck,” he grunts before his face falls lax as his release claims him.

And fuck, is it a sight to behold.

I watch him, utterly mesmerized as he rides the waves of pleasure.

“Christ. Why haven’t we always been doing this?” he asks before surging toward my lips again, only we don’t get to lose ourselves in this one because there’s a noise at the other side of the room.

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