Page 11 of Sweet Valentine

“Baby, please…” Noah stops, pulls away, and our eyes meet. “Why did you stop?” I ask breathlessly.

“You have no idea how good it is to hear you call me that.” I look at him questioningly, forgetting I even spoke. Then he leans in, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Baby…” Just as the words leave his mouth, his fingers delve under the edge of my panties, and any response I thought I would have goes right out the window. “Jesus, you are so ready for me, aren’t you?” All I can do is nod my head as his fingers push into my heat, making my knees buckle.

“Noah…I can’t…” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say, but it’s like he has a direct line to my brain. Before I know it, I’m lifted onto the island, legs spread, with his fingers tracing up my thighs.

“You have no idea how I’ve dreamed of this moment right here. This,” he says, thrusting his fingers farther into my heat, making my whole body ignite. “And what those luscious lips would feel like wrapped around my cock.” My mouth waters at the image, and he gives me that knowing smirk as he stops his ministrations. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll get there.” He winks as he casts his eyes down, taking in the edge of my dress that’s ridden up and is now just covering my heat. He gives me one more look before he lifts the hem and reveals my black lace panties that I thank God I decided to wear.

“Jesus, you are perfection…everywhere.” I want to tell him that’s not true, that I’m far from perfect, but his fingers hook the edge of my panties, and he starts dragging them down, looking up only as I lift my ass off the island so he can tug them off the rest of the way. His eyes search mine for any hesitancy, and I just give him a small nod as he throws them somewhere behind him. “Last chance, sweetness. One word, and we stop right here. I take you out and kiss you goodnight on your doorstep. Otherwise, I will devour you right here, right now, until you come all over my face.” His words alone almost set me off, and I honestly think I might kill him if he stops now. There’s nothing I want more than to feel him between my thighs. So, when I take the strands of his hair in my grip, I bring his lips close to mine.

“If you don’t finish what you started, there will be no date to go on,” I threaten, feeling his fingers tighten against my thighs as his head dips, and his lips lightly brush mine in one of the sweetest kisses I have ever had.

“Well, then, I better make an impression…” he growls, his lips lightly tracing patterns as he makes his way down the length of my body, stopping at the edge of my breasts and sucking the exposed flesh into his mouth. “One day, I will get to spend a lot of time worshiping these beauties,” he says, lightly biting the mound and making me flinch. “But for now, I have to know if you taste like sugar or cinnamon…” Before I can make a sarcastic comment about not all bakers tasting like sugar, his breath is against my pussy.

I don’t have time to think about the fact that I’ve known this man for only a week, that I don’t know anything about him besides the fact that he kisses like a dream and teaches the second grade. However, before I can think any more, his tongue slides through my folds, and I fall back against the marble countertop.

“Cinnamon. You taste like fucking cinnamon.” I barely hear him as he continues licking through my folds as if he’s a starving man. He uses his hands to spread my legs wider as he feasts on me. I honestly can’t remember the last time a man went down on me. Chris always said guys didn’t like doing it. I knew he was full of shit, but I let it slide because I was in love with him, and I wanted to make him happy. But, Jesus, this feels amazing.

I grip Noah’s hair as his tongue does wicked things to me. Before long, my body starts to peak. My legs begin to shake, and just as Noah’s lips fasten over my clit, I combust.

“Noah!” I scream into the silent kitchen, my hands releasing his hair and trying to find another solid surface to hold onto. His licks become softer as I come down from my high. Before long, he comes up for air.

“Sweetheart, I could do that all day if you screamed my name like that.” I can’t help the blush that covers my body as he kisses my stomach lightly, pulling down the hem of my dress as he stands. “Come here,” he whispers as I take his hand. He lifts me off the island, and I stand on wobbly legs. I quickly grab my panties from the floor and dress myself before he pulls me back, kissing me lightly, as I taste myself on his lips. That spurs me on as I take the kiss to the next level, wanting more of him.

“Val, I need to get you out of this house before I forget we have a reservation, and I just have you for dinner.” The thought sends shivers across my body, and before I know it, his lips are back on mine, and he’s leading me toward the door. “We. Need. To. Leave. Now,” he says between kisses, and I smile despite the lust coursing through my body.

“Fine. But this restaurant better be as good as that,” I say, pointing to his very prominent erection.

“I can’t promise anything.” He growls as I get my coat off the hook and grab my purse from the coffee table before following him outside.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Her scent is making the drive to the restaurant torture, especially since I can still taste her on my lips. Seeing her in that dress, looking at me as if I were her next meal, made all of my plans fly out the damn window. I wanted to be a gentleman; arrive early, take her out, and then bring her home. I knew a kiss goodnight would never satisfy my need for her, but I wanted to leave her wanting more. Yet the moment I saw her in that dress, her body on display for me, I knew I was in trouble. And when her lips touched mine, everything changed. Before I knew it, I’d lifted her onto the kitchen island and went at her like I was starving.

“Where are we going?” she asks, bringing me back to reality. I give her a smile as she huffs, clearly annoyed. At this point, I don’t care. I have her with me in my car, and we’re headed on our first date. Nothing could shake the relief I feel. “You should know I hate surprises,” she states as I give her a little side-eye but continue driving.

“I find that hard to believe. Everyone loves surprises.” She shakes her head as I pull into an almost-full parking lot.

I hear her gasp when she sees what’s in front of us. “You’re taking me to Fernando’s? How the hell did you get a reservation on such short notice? This place is always booked…” She trails off, and I know telling her that I made the reservation last week will freak her out, so I lie.

“I know a guy who has some connections. I called in a favor.” It’s not a total lie. I do know one of the suppliers Fernando’s uses. I just know that he doesn’t have any clout as far as getting me a table. But she doesn’t need to know that.

“You’re full of surprises,” she says, smiling. I can’t help it, that expression is like a beacon, and my lips find hers in a sweet kiss that leaves us both breathless.

“Thought you didn’t like surprises…” I tease, but when she bites my bottom lip, all rational thought leaves my brain, and I kiss her with everything I have. When my hands start to wander up her thighs, she breaks away, and I groan at the loss of her taste. “Val…” I mutter, leaning my forehead against hers.

“As much as I want to continue…that,”—she motions to my hand and the fact that, even though we stopped kissing, my fingers are still stroking her skin—“I’ve wanted to eat here for months, and you’re not ruining that for me.” Her voice sounds harsh, but the smile tells me she’s partly fucking with me.

“Fine, but I get you for dessert.” Her eyes flare as my hand squeezes her thigh. “Especially since I know how good you taste.” I take her lips one last time before I open my door and jog to her side, helping her out.

“So, do you like being a teacher?” Val asks as the waitress brings out our food. Her eyes meet mine as the server lingers for a second too long. Val eyes her, and I smile, loving the possessive streak she has for me, especially knowing that it’s mutual.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asks me, almost as if she doesn’t realize I’m on a date. Val rolls her eyes, making me chuckle under my breath.

“No, thank you. My date and I are good.” I added the last part to make sure Val knew I wanted nothing to do with the woman handling our food. From the sexy-ass smirk on her face, Val loved it.

“I love teaching, always have,” I say as the waitress takes the hint and leaves us alone.

“You always knew you wanted to do that? Even as a kid?” she asks as she takes a bite of her pasta. I find my eyes zeroing in on her mouth and have to suppress a groan at the way she moans as the taste hits her tongue. What I wouldn’t give to feel that mouth around my cock.

---