by Tori Fox
Carson cocks a brow at me. “I thought you didn’t sleep with her.”
“I didn’t. But we made out like a couple of love-drunk teenagers.” I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“I think you have your answer then.” Carson stands up. “And get that fucking grin off your face, you look like a pussy.”
I get up off the couch and punch him. “Let’s go check on the countertops.”
I put the heat on low as I let the pasta primavera simmer in the pan. It feels good to be able to use my kitchen for the first time in almost a year. I’ve been relying on cold cuts, takeout, and mom’s leftovers for far too long.
I check the time. It’s almost six. Anna should be here any minute. From the time I have spent with her I know she is punctual, meticulous, and slightly OCD.
I want nothing more than to kiss those soft lips, bite those petal pink nipples, and sink myself inside that hot body. But I need to ask her about Mason.
Carson’s advice helped but there is still that small inkling in the back of my mind. I need her to be one hundred percent committed to this. I can’t put my heart on the line for her to just walk away from me. I don’t know if I can handle another woman walking away from me.
My doorbell rings. I look at my phone. 5:59. Right on time.
I walk over to the door and open it. My breath leaves my lungs.
Anna is wearing a black dress that is tight around her chest but flares out right at her hips. There is a deep V in the front showing off her ample cleavage. An army green sweater sits on top of the dress, hanging off a shoulder, letting her tattoos peek out.
A soft breeze outside blows her curls across her face. She pushes her hair back and I study the freckles across her nose, the green of her eyes. Her perfect pink pout smiles when she sees me staring at her, licking my lips as I take her in.
“Hey Detective.”
Those words undo me.
I grab her hand and pull her into the house. I shut the front door and push her against it, my mouth claiming hers.
She groans at the first touch of my lips on hers. Her hands gripping my neck hard as we devour each other at the front door.
She hooks a leg around my hip.
I push her sweater off her shoulders.
Her hands go under my shirt, caressing my back, rubbing up and down my abs. She pulls at the hem and before I can stop her, she has my shirt off.
I push her farther into the door as her hands move to the top of my jeans. I grab her wrists and pin them against the door. I want her but not right here.
She bites my lip and sucks it into her mouth with the slightest whimper.
I can smell her arousal and I want nothing more than to pick her up and take her to bed but I pull away. I need to get something off my chest first.
“We need to talk about Mason,” I say as I look into her lust-filled eyes.
She looks confused. “It was nothing. A date.”
The sight of her flushed skin is a turn on and this conversation is more difficult than I thought it would be. My fingers trace the deep V of her dress. “It’s bothering me. Carson told me you kissed him.”
She stands up straighter, her eyes softening. “Noah, that kiss meant nothing. I don’t even know why I kissed him back.”
“You were angry with me.”
She nods. “Yeah, I was but that doesn’t change anything. All I was thinking about was you the whole time. I’ve wanted you for longer than we’ve been friends. The first time I saw you when I moved in next door I was enamored. When Mason kissed me, I couldn’t help but think what your kiss would be like. His was—”
“I don’t want to know what it was like kissing my brother. I want to know what it was like kissing me instead.”
A smile curls up on her face. “Kissing you was like seeing stars for the first time. Trying to understand how something could be so breathtaking.”
I step closer to her, my hands sliding around her waist. “What else?”
She smirks. “Getting greedy?”
I nod.
“It was the first time in a long time that I felt like I could breathe again. That I could feel my heart beating in my chest. My body came alive for the first time in seven years when I kissed you, Noah. You are all I want.”
I believe her. Because I feel the same way. The moment my lips touched hers last night it was like being jolted awake from a deep sleep. My heart physically ached at the pain of feeling again.
I tighten my fingers around her waist as I dip my mouth to hers. I groan at her taste. At the way she nips at my mouth. At the way her hands roam my body like it belongs to her.
She is feisty and untamed. And I can’t wait for more.
She pulls away from me. Her hands toying with the button of my jeans. “Do you believe me? That you are all I want?”
“Yes.” I moan as her hand cups me hard.
A devilish smile appears on her face. “Good.”
I watch as she slides to her knees. Her hands making quick work of the zipper on my jeans. She pulls my jeans and my briefs down at the same time. My dick sticking straight up as her eyes take me in.
She licks the tip and I clench my fists, holding myself back from grabbing her head.
Her small hands grab my shaft as she starts to rub them up and down, her tongue making lazy circles at the head.
She looks up at me just as she takes me deep into the back of her throat. I grunt at the intensity, at the feel of her wet mouth on me.
She starts to hum a song and I lose it. The vibrations go straight to my balls and I get harder in her mouth. My hands fly into her hair, pulling her closer to my body, my dick going deeper into her throat.
I think she is going to pull away but her hands wrap around the backs of my thighs, drawing me in even more.
Her eyes never leave mine. Even as she starts to gag and her eyes start to water.
My balls tighten and the need to let go shoots through my spine.
“Baby, I’m going to—”
Her left hand goes to my balls, pulling on them as she lightly runs her teeth down my shaft before sucking me deep.
I hold on to her head as I explode in her mouth. I close my eyes and throw my head back, seeing stars, as she swallows every ounce of me.
Her mouth makes a popping sound as my dick falls out of her mouth. I look down at her and she is smiling at me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
I bend down and pull her up from under her arms, lifting her so her legs wrap around my waist. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Her cheeks flame. “I’ve been wanting to do that since you walked in on me in your bathroom.”
I kick my pants off my ankles. “And I’ve been wanting to make your body flush since that day too.” I take her bottom lip into my mouth and a little moan escapes her. “On every surface in my house.”
Her mouth is on mine so quickly I almost stumble back from the force. It doesn’t take her long to grind her body against my hips. And since she is wearing a dress, I can feel the heat of her. My dick hardening again at the feel.
I walk her up the stairs to my bedroom, setting her on the bed, claiming her mouth. I move to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her clavicle. My tongue finds its way to her ample cleavage and I pull her dress to the side to take a nipple into my mouth. I know she loves it. I almost got her off on it this morning.
“Fuck, Noah.”
I look up at her and smirk. “Oh there will be fucking.”
She giggles and I pounce on top of her, claiming her mouth again. Being with her is fun, carefree. I’m not weighed down by anything or anyone. This is the first time since Claire that I am sleeping with someone for more than just the release. I’m with Anna because she makes me feel something I never thought I would feel again.
Hope.
Hope that there will be better days ahead.
Hope that I can let go of the burdens I am holding on to. That I can rebuild my life.
She pushes
me over so she is on top of me. She grinds over my dick and I can feel her arousal seeping through the lace of her panties.
She is a sight.
One tit is hanging out of her dress, her face and chest flushed. She bites on her bottom lip as she moves over me, her head thrown back, hands in her wild curls.
I grip her ass, pulling her hard on to my dick. She groans so loud I can feel the vibrations in my body.
I find the zipper of her dress and start to pull it down when I smell burning. “Shit, I forgot about dinner.” Anna starts to zip her dress but I pull her hands away. “Dinner can wait. But this better be off when I come back upstairs.” I pinch her nipple before sliding her off me and heading downstairs.
I turn the heat off on the stovetop. I pull the lid off the pasta and fortunately it isn’t burned. I stir it and set it to the side, replacing the lid. The garlic bread in the oven however is blackened. I toss it before hurrying back up the stairs.
And do I arrive to a sight to see.
Anna is propped against the headboard completely naked, her legs spread so I can see glimpses of her wet, plump pussy between her fingers as she slides them between her folds.
I growl and her eyes snap open, landing on mine.
I crawl on to the bed, never breaking our connection.
I slide up between her legs, removing her fingers, and sucking them into my mouth.
She groans as I suck them deep.
“You couldn’t wait for me?”
She shakes her head. “I tried. But I was so turned on.”
“I’m not going to complain. If I could come home every day to seeing this pussy spread and wet for me, I would be a very happy man.” I take my other hand and slide it through her slick lips earning a moan out of her.
I take my fingers and trace them over her mouth before she sucks them in.
I take her other hand and pin both to the side of the bed. My dick sliding against her wet heat with the movement. “I was going to get you ready for me. Devour that pussy until I had you screaming my name so loud the entire neighborhood would hear but I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she says on a whisper, arching her back, making her hard nipples press against my chest.
“Don’t move.” I reach over to my nightstand and grab a condom, ripping it open and sliding it on.
I grab Anna’s legs and push them open wider. I glance down at her glistening pussy. I need a taste, just once.
I lean over and drag my tongue through her folds. God, she is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. Her entire body shudders and I know this won’t last long for either of us. I suck her clit into my mouth as I press two fingers inside her. And that’s all it takes for her to come. Her hands grip my hair as I suck her clit hard.
“Noah, oh my god.”
I grin at her scream. It’s loud but not loud enough.
I pull her hands off my head and pin them back to the mattress. “I told you not to move.”
She grins at me. “And I don’t take direction well.”
That’s all it takes for me to drag her body up to my hips and slam into her.
She screams so loud I know anyone walking by will hear her.
I pull out before slowly entering her again. I fit perfectly inside her body. She’s tight and stretches to accommodate my size. And by the way she is meeting my thrusts, I know she is into this.
I watch her hands struggle to not move from where I put them on the mattress. I chuckle.
“I have no idea what could be so funny about this,” she pants.
“Do you want to touch me, baby?”
She nods. “God, yes.”
I slow my thrusts as I grab her wrists and wrap them around my neck. “You can touch me all you want. I just wanted to make you squirm.”
Her mouth lands on mine, biting and sucking as I go back to pumping into her.
“Harder, Noah. I want to feel every inch of you.”
I smile at her as I lean back on my feet, pulling her body with me so she straddles my kneeling form. I grab her hips and lift them before slamming her on to my hard, rigid shaft.
She throws her head back and I lick up her neck as we meet each other thrust for thrust.
I feel my balls tighten as she cuts her nails into my shoulders. I want to make sure she comes again. I don’t want this first time with her to be one-sided. I’m about to press on her clit when she shifts her body to the right and swivels around my dick.
I feel her tighten just as my eyes roll back in my head. I explode into her, and she screams my name.
21
Anna
What the fuck was that? I’ve never felt so promiscuous as I do right now with Noah.
My throat feels raw as I settle on to his dick, his hands cupping my ass.
We are both out of breath.
I look down at him and he is smiling at me.
He is so beautiful. And I love the way he is looking at me.
I lower my mouth to his and slip my tongue inside. We devour each other while he still sits inside of me. I can feel his dick stirring and I like that he has so much stamina.
He pushes me backward so I fall against the pillows. He slowly pulls out of me and I whimper at the loss of him.
He grins. “Don’t worry Mayberry, there is plenty more where that came from.”
I laugh as he gets up and walks into his bathroom.
I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I sat waiting on his bed, practically spread eagle, touching myself.
The way his eyes burned with lust when he saw me, will forever be burned in my mind.
Noah awakens something in me.
This wild, reckless woman.
He makes me feel sexy, wanton.
And I like it.
Noah walks back in the room, washcloth in hand.
“You keep looking at me like that and we will never have dinner.”
I laugh. “I like you for dinner.”
He slides the warm cloth between my legs before bending down and pressing a kiss to my lips. “I like you for dinner too. That pussy might have to be my dessert. I can’t wait to really taste it.”
“You did.”
He shakes his head. “That was nothing, baby. Just wait. You’ll know what I mean when I say I will eat you for dessert.”
I blush. I can feel it spreading over my entire body. Noah’s dirty words arouse me and I’m already ready for more.
He kisses me one more time before taking the washcloth back into the bathroom.
When he comes out he stops at the door, holding on to the frame, giving me the perfect view of his muscular, toned body. His thighs are thick, his abs defined, his forearms corded. And I can’t help but lick my lips because this man is all mine.
“I like this,” he says.
“What?” I swallow.
“You in my bed.”
I blush.
“Especially when your skin turns that soft shade of pink.”
I bite my lip as he walks back to the bed. His dick twitching, getting hard again.
I pull his arm when he gets close enough so he falls down on top of me. I wrap my legs around his hips and thrust into his shaft.
“Greedy girl. My wildflower.”
I look into his eyes, smiling at his new nickname for me. “I can’t help that I like what I see.”
He growls as he pins me down with his body letting me show him just how much I like what I see.
Noah is propped up on one arm, staring down at me, drawing tiny circles around the tattoos on my rib cage.
“Daisies. You have flowers everywhere.”
I brush my fingers through his light brown hair, before tracing them across his lips.
“Flowers to me are magical. There are so many different species all with their own unique colors and scents. I’ve been fascinated with them my whole life.”
“Ever since gardening with your mom?”
I nod.
His fingers trace the daisy u
nder my breast, sending a chill through my body. “This one looks newer.” His fingers move back to my ribs. “Some are faded.”
I bite back the emotion building in me as his fingers touch what feels like my soul. My fingers reach for the necklace I always wear but come back empty. I took it off before I came over. Wearing my wedding rings felt wrong while on a date with Noah.
Noah’s fingers land on my empty ones. “You always grab the necklace you wear when you are nervous. Or talking about your past.” His fingers move, taking mine with, back to my daisy tattoo. “Are these for your fiancé?”
I close my eyes, overwhelmed with emotion. Noah doesn’t know the full story, doesn’t know what Kyle did to me, but he can read me better than Kyle was ever able to. “He used to bring me flowers when we first started dating. He picked them from my mom’s garden. She hated it. But he always said a pretty girl deserves pretty flowers.” I snort.
“What’s so wrong about that?”
I look up at Noah, not sure if I want to let him know all of my insecurities but I feel comfortable with him, more comfortable than I felt with anyone. “Honestly, when Kyle first started to say that I thought he was joking. I mean, why would he be interested in me? I wasn’t the pretty one. Becca was.”
Noah scrunches his brow at me. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re gorgeous.”
I smile and look away as he says it. “I wasn’t always. Or at least didn’t think I was. I was fat. Trust me, Noah, if you saw me ten years ago, you would be looking the other way.”
His hand moves up to my face. “I doubt that.”
I shake my head at him. “I was fifty pounds heavier than I am now. I was made fun of in high school. I never saw myself as pretty but Kyle did.”
“He understood what I see.”
No, he didn’t. I want to tell Noah the whole truth but I don’t want to ruin the moment. I go back to the original subject. “Anyway, when Kyle and I were in college, he took me to a daisy field one day. And it became our place. From that time on he brought me daises on every date.”
Noah’s hand moves back to my ribs, tracing over the daisies. “Six daisies.”
“One for every year that’s passed.”
