Page 84 of Second First Kiss

“Is this assessment correct?” he asked and, before she could answer, he buried his mouth in her slit.

Hands on her bare hips, fingers digging deliciously into her sides, he held her in place while he gorged and feasted. Kat let her head fall back and ran her hands over her breasts, the silk of her top creating an erotic sensation as she pinched her nipples.

She wasn’t shy about getting herself off or doing what needed to be done in the spirit of team play. Which was why when Nolan pushed his mouth up, she pressed down, smothering him until he had to lift her hips to get oxygen. He drove her closer and closer to the edge, never letting up or slowing down. They created a rhythm that had her holding her breasts to keep them in place and causing a suction to start between the two of them.

“Nolan, I’m about to come,” she moaned, pinching her nipples tighter. Her fingers and toes tingled, her belly flipped, and that delicious heat started in her belly and moved south toward her core. She was about to detonate when suddenly all the pressure was removed and she was on her stomach with Nolan pressed up behind her, his erection in the crack of her ass.

“Why did you stop? I was almost there!”

“I never took you for someone who liked things to come easy. And, Kitten, you’re going to come so hard you’ll need to be lying down. Now get that pretty ass in the air.”

He gave her a cute little smack and she played along with him, lifting her butt. He placed a pillow under her stomach and pulled her right leg up to her side.

She heard the tear of a foil wrapper and then he was inside of her, and they both sighed in unison. It felt so good. Damn near perfect. Not that she’d admit it out loud. He might have put some of her worries to rest, but she was still holding back remnants of her heart—just in case.

She was no longer afraid that he’d hurt her—she’d believed every word he’d said. She was afraid that she’d still manage to somehow screw this up. Because that’s what Kat did. She made rash decisions and blew up her life, leaving a blast zone with a mile radius.

She couldn’t afford to do that anymore. Tessa—and now Nolan—were counting on her to get, and keep, her shit together. Make the right decisions, choose the right directions, spend time with the right kind of people.

She’d given her life a complete makeover, now she just needed to keep up with the maintenance.

“Hey,” he whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine. “Where did you disappear to?”

That was a worry for another day. Today she was in the arms of a genuine, caring, and sexy as hell man who wanted all of her just how she was—crazy and all.

“I’m back now,” she said and pushed back so hard his balls slapped her underneath. She withdrew and did it again. It was his turn to be surprised, but he quickly caught on and they created a pace and friction that had them both revving their engines and going from zero to sixty in under six seconds flat.

Slick skin on slick skin, his chest rubbing up and down her back as he slid in and out, building the pressure to an all-time high. There was nowhere left but to fall.

“Nolan!” Kat screamed, her body tightening around him and her core coiled to the point of pain.

“Let go, babe. Just let go. I’ve got you.”

It was the gentle reassurance in his voice that turned what they were doing from sex into something much deeper in meaning. She felt water prick the corner of her eyes while these little somersaults happened in her chest. And then there was this feeling of free-falling without a chute. It was thrilling and terrifying and everything in-between, but, true to his word, he was there to catch her when she reached the bottom.

She heard him roar her name and thrust into her one last time and then everything went black while little lights danced behind her eyes. When she opened them, she was on her side, cuddled into Nolan. His arms were around her, their fingers interlaced, and there was nowhere else she wanted to be.

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“Don’t bruise my peach,” Kat said.

“There you go with the dirty talk again,” Nolan said, slicing the peach into quarters and placing it onto the fruit plate he was assembling. She was scrambling up the eggs and making bacon, while he’d put on the coffee and offered to make the fruit salad.

It was usually awkward, that morning-after dance people did. He’d expected to play that game with Kat. Especially after how much she’d opened up to him last night. He’d expected her to retreat back inside herself and hide behind her shield of steel. But he’d awoken to the best blow job of his life, followed by her asking him to stay for breakfast. It was the polar opposite of how she’d been up until last night. It gave him hope.

And that made this thing between them pretty damn serious. She felt it too. He knew it. It was in the way she touched him this morning, cuddled up to him all night, even clung to him while they slept on the couch.

He wasn’t sure if she knew what she’d done in her sleep, but he knew. It said a lot for a woman who didn’t like to show emotions or feelings.

The coffee maker was done percolating, so he poured them both a cup, hers black without the frills. Just how she liked it.

He slid up behind her and caged her in, setting her mug on the counter in front of her. She smelled of tangled sheets, long nights, and the flowers that cover the Sierras during early spring. He wrapped his arms around her and curved his body to conform to hers.

She snatched up the coffee and took a big gulp of the steaming liquid. She hummed in ecstasy. She met his gaze over her shoulder. “You’d better be careful. You’re walking a fine line into good guy territory.”

“I don’t mind coming last as long as you come first, remember? And if I remember correctly, you came first all six times.”

She turned in his arms and circled his neck. “That’s what happens when you date a ballbuster. We take what we want, when we want it, without apology.”

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