Page 27 of Spring Forward

“I’ve got you,” he whispers after burying his face in my neck.

His lips feel like fire against my skin. The way he kisses along my jawline and then down to my collarbone has me shaking in his arms. He latches onto me and his teeth nip me. I know he’ll be leaving a mark behind, but I can’t find it in me to care.

When I rock my hips against him, I can feel how hard he is for me. I giggle and his hands squeeze my hips, asking a silent question since his mouth is busy. Very fucking busy.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable with your cock trapped in your jeans?”

Noel doesn’t answer, he just grunts and sucks harder. I’d normally blanche at the idea of having a hickey on me, but it feels like a claim. A dark part of me welcomes it.

Wants it.

Can’t wait to look in the mirror and see the evidence of Noel’s need for me.

My fingers grip the hem of his shirt, and I tug. An angry grumble comes out of him when his mouth loses contact with my skin for a moment.

“You’re so warm,” I muse when I can finally touch him and skim my fingers over his shoulders and down his arms.

Watching how everywhere I touch becomes covered in goosebumps makes me feel powerful. My head falls back as Noel finally, fucking finally, dips his head lower and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

Sadly, I never really understood the power of foreplay before I met this man. Now, I live for it.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he growls. “Love the way you respond to me, the way your body calls to me.”

Fuck.

My entire body shudders with his words and suddenly it becomes glaringly obvious just how empty my pussy is.

“You’re going to ride my cock, Freckles,” he commands, “and I won’t be able to keep my eyes off you.”

“Pretty sure that’s a problem you always have,” I sass.

I let out a startled yelp when he bites down on my nipple. It’s not hard enough to break the skin or anything like that, but it is a reminder. But I happen to know that he likes my sass. He craves it.

“Keep talking, Delaney,” he husks, “and I’ll put you over my knee.” My thighs clench and he doesn’t miss it. The laugh that comes out of him is a deep, dark, and filled with promises of everything decadently sinful. “Oh,” there’s a taunt in his voice, “you like that idea, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” I hedge.

I wouldn’t have thought it would be something I’d be interested in before, but I’m learning Noel can challenge me inways I’m not used to. With anyone else, I wouldn’t have allowed it. With him, I welcome it.

“Freckles,” there’s a warning in his tone as he grips my panties and rips them from my body.

Holy shit.

As if my mind isn’t already spinning, he suddenly grips my ass with one hand while hiking me up higher on his chest as he stands. How is it possible to feel suspended and steady at the same time? It’s wild and I can only gasp at the sensation.

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, but it becomes very clear when he sits down, and his pants and boxer briefs are now down around his thighs. His hard length slides between my slick pussy lips. The way he jostles me while kicking his pants off and away from his body has the head of his cock hitting my clit in the most perfect way.

“Say it,” he snarls, his command a challenge.

“I need you inside of me, Noel,” my words come out as a keening wail.

The need I have for him is a knot in my gut. With every second that ticks by, it grows in intensity. I meet his gaze and the look he gives me is downright feral.

It’s hot as hell.

Noel’s hands roam over my body, and it feels like he’s touching so much more than just my skin.

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