Nova
Two glassesof wine and a delicious meal later, I’m well-fed and more relaxed than I’ve been in a long time. All through dinner I feel the need to pinch myself. This gorgeous man sitting across from me is not only easy to talk to, but he’s one of the best cooks I’ve ever encountered.
We talk about everything with total ease, and the more I stare into his amber eyes, focused on me with an intensity I’ve never experienced, the more I realize how similar we are despite our different upbringings. The only bad thing about the end of dinner is that now, it’s time for him to take me home, and if I’m hones, I don’t want to leave.
“Let me at least help you clean,” I say, stalling.
“Absolutely not.” Colt playfully furrows his brow. “This was my treat. Besides, after all the cleaning you’ve been doing, I’ve got this.” I nod and follow him out into the living room.
It’s off-putting how much this feels like a date, but I sternly remind myself that it isn’t. That if my car hadn’t broken down, this never would’ve happened. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the feelings swirling through every cell in my body. When I turn around, I find Colt staring at me with hooded eyes.
Maybe this is more than a happy accident?
“I guess it’s time to go.” My voice comes out as a whisper.
“I guess it is.” He takes a step toward me. “But, I also guess that it doesn’t have to be.”
I let out a tiny gasp, wondering if he really just said that. I don’t have to wonder for long.
“Nova, I have to tell you something.”
“Okay.” Again, my voice fails me.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Really?”
“Really.” My body erupts in chills when he closes the gap between us and takes my hand in his. “Is that crazy?”
“No,” I say, my heart racing against my ribs. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you, either.” His jaw clenches when he swallows, and my core erupts in flames. I can’t believe this tall, dark and handsome recluse wants me. I must’ve done something right to earn this.
Before I have another chance to speak, his hand coils around the back of my neck, and he caresses my cheek with his thumb. “I can’t explain it, but I know you’re meant to be mine.” His words melt through me, liquifying my strength as I lean into him.
Colt’s lips crash down onto mine. I moan as he parts my lips with his tongue, tasting of red wine. My panties drench as his expert kisses render me powerless. “I’ve wanted to do this since I met you.”
He pulls off my t-shirt, then takes one of my diamond peaks into his mouth over my bra’s lacy fabric. “I want you, Nova, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Let me taste you, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”
I can’t even speak as he lifts me up and carries me to the back room of the house, a tiny sunroom turned bedroom I originally mistook for a closet. “So this is where you’ve been sleeping,” I say when he sets me down.
He undoes my bra and takes one of my pebble-hard peaks into his mouth. I rip at his jeans, ready to feel him pulsing inside of me, deep and hard. I feel like a real-life Cinderella, fucking the gorgeous prince who hired me to clean out his house.
Colt’s rock-hard length bobs against his stomach as I pull off his boxer briefs. My eyes widen, shocked but not surprised. Of course, a man as big and strong as him would be gigantic.
He gently lays me on the bed and kisses his way up my inner thighs. An explosion of goosebumps prickles over my skin. He looks up at me with hooded eyes, cupping my mound. “You’re so wet, baby.”
“Only for you,” I say.
“That’s right.” He kisses the crease where my thighs and center meet, teasing me. “From now on, all of this belongs to only me.” I’m about to reassure him that hell yes, I’m happy to belong to him when his hot and hungry mouth finds my dripping wetness. He gives my tiny bundle of nerves a long, hard suck as he presses one finger inside of me. I can barely speak as I rake my fingers through my hair.
Colt knows exactly what he’s doing, and it takes no time at all before the uncontrollable feeling of release presents itself, and I’m coming. I’m coming all over Colt Brady’s handsome fucking face. He doesn’t stop until well after I’m finished, then he kisses my inner thighs, my stomach, my breasts before his lips crash down on mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.
His bare, rock-hard length presses against me, and even though I just came, I’m ready for more. I arch my back, pushing my hips upward, ready to receive his thickness, but Colt pulls away. “Do you want me to get something?”
I meet his glowing amber eyes and brush back a strand of dark hair away from his damp forehead. Goddamn, this man’s too beautiful for words. I shake my head. “No, I’m clean.”
“I am too.” He says, then his lips crash down on mine once more.
I gasp when he presses into me, his bulbous tip parting my folds. I can’t tell if it’s because it’s been a while for me or because Colt’s gigantic length is almost too much to bear, but it feels like the first time all over again. I relax as he pumps deep inside of me. All night. In every way possible. Each position feels deeper and more satisfying than the next, and when we both come we meet each other’s eyes. Magic courses between us, along with a pang of fear.