Page 175 of At First Catch

Nolan studies me for a long moment before the corner of his mouth finally lifts.

“You know something?”

“What?”

“When I bought the marina...” He shakes his head. “I honestly thought it was going to be the most complicated relationship in my life.”

I laugh.

“How’s that working out for you?”

He glances around the apartment before looking back at me.

“Turns out the marina’s easier.”

“Excuse me?”

“The marina only yells at me during storms.”

I swat lightly at his chest.

“Rude.”

He catches my hand before I can pull it away, his smile softening into something quieter.

“Worth it, though.”

With steady hands, he grips the edge of my nightshirt and pulls it over my head, the loose waves of my hair falling and curling around my breasts. With a jerk, I’m tugged forward across the bed, and I rest my hands on Nolan’s shoulders as he slithers down it, kicking the sheets aside. He presses a soft kiss right above my navel, then works his way across my hip with more soft pecks.

I’m so lost in the nips and licks of his mouth that I barely register when my pajama shorts fall to the side of the bed. Once free from my clothes, his rugged hands slide up the back of my thighs and past the barrier of my lace panties to grip my ass in his palms. A rumbling groan vibrates against my stomach as he squeezes my cheeks in his hands.

“Your skin is so soft. I bet you’re already wet for me.”

Nolan doesn’t wait for a response, nor do I think he wants one. He slides his hand under my ass toward the center of my thighs, finding me slick with desire for him.

Throwing my head back in pleasure, I moan his name, my voice sounding more like a growl to my own ears.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks as he continues to torment my body with his hand sliding between my folds.

“Your cock,” I growl. My hips rock against his hand, trying to guide his movements, but the stubborn man ignores my pleas.

When he slips a finger inside my channel, I almost sigh with relief, but even with the thrusting of his finger, it’s not the sensation I’m seeking.

“More,” I groan as I close my eyes and picture myself riding his cock.

He joins another finger deep in my sheath. “This isn’t enough for you?” he teases, and it’s as if the man has a death wish.

My head pops up on my neck, fanning my hair all around my face, and I look down to find Nolan staring up at me with a grin as wide as the Grand Canyon, but I don’t miss the tight restraint he’s keeping on himself. A restraint holding back his dominant side to take over and fuck me wildly. A restraint that I’m about to break.

“Nolan, I swear that if you don’t put your massive dick inside me right now, I’m going to kick you out of this room and finish the job myself.”

A flash of something sinister crosses his face, and he retrieves his hand from beneath my panties and slips off the bed. Wordlessly, he strips himself of his boxers, his cock springing against his stomach when it’s let loose from behind its barriers.

In the dim moonlight, his body gleams. His arms flex as he reaches a hand under my neck and tilts my head up toward him, bringing my mouth into his reach.

He devours my kiss as if it’s the sweetest honey and he needs it to survive. It heats my body all over. I’m burning for him from just his kiss, and when his hand moves from behind my head to squeeze my breast, my blood begins to boil.

Then he begins to tease my core, sliding his rigid cock against my folds. I pray that he gives in to my urges, silently begging that he stops his relentless torment.