Hope Falls: Cookies & Kismet (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Mayra Statham

  “I just want to spend every moment possible with you,” he blurted, and I stilled. “I know this is crazy. I know it’s going to sound like I’m coming off strong—“ He fell silent as my finger covered his lip. The soft touch made the base of my spine tingle.

  “I want you here, too,” I admitted, my voice calmer than I felt. Something about this moment, about admitting this, felt big. Monumental. So, instead of letting that be enough, I kept talking, “I want you in my space.” I pressed my lips together, feeling my cheeks burn; it was like I couldn’t stop. “I want you to stay. Here.”

  “You do?” His eyes were hopeful, and I couldn't resist any longer. Wrapping my arms around his narrow waist, I moved into his space, and lucky for me, he held me just as close, my head on his strong chest.

  “I do,” I sighed heavily, feeling the light thump of his heart against his shirt and chest. “If it was up to me, you wouldn't have to leave Sunday.”

  “Done,” he whispered at the top of my head, and I laughed then sighed.

  “I wish.” And I did. I didn't want him to leave again. It was crazy. I knew it and he did, too, but it was also the truth. “And in my bed, Nathan. I want you there, too.” My fingers slid down, slightly skimming his beard.

  “Thank fuck,” he growled, and the next moment, he was on me.

  Kissing me.

  Possessing me.

  He wasn’t soft or sweet. No. This was nothing like the kisses from last week.

  This kiss took me back to our first night.

  We hadn’t drunk any cocktails that night, but the moment his lips had touched mine, it was like a rush of liquor coursed through my blood. His kiss was demanding and possessive. His hands roamed the sides of my torso tightly, cupping my ass to lift me, my legs wrapping around his narrow hips. The ridge of his hardness perfectly aligned with where I needed him most. I’d never hated clothes more than in that moment. Even so, I let myself get lost in everything Nathan.

  I had no choice.

  He was demanding.

  Punishing.

  Controlling and utterly consuming.

  He moved us from where we stood, but I was too busy feeling every sensation he sparked to pay attention to where he was going until my back hit a wall and picture frames shook.

  Opening my eyes, I felt one of his hands move from my ass, open palmed up the inside of my tank. The heat from his big hand made me arch into him, the sweet heat exactly what I needed.

  “Fuck. Your skin is so damn soft,” he mumbled roughly, almost to himself.

  The depth of his voice whispered against my lips made my body arch closer to his front. The heat of his big palm against my bare skin shot white-hot bolts of sexual energy through me, wet heat pooling between my thighs, leaving me aching and frantic.

  “More,” I begged, holding on to his shoulders tighter. Please.“

  “Shh…” He grazed his nose slowly, steadily against mine, our breaths mingled together. All as if he wasn’t in a hurry and had all the time in the world.

  Fuck. I knew this side of him.

  I hated him and ached for it all at the same time. He had the ability and self-control to draw out a moment, making me squirm in the meantime.

  Delayed gratification at its best.

  I should know.

  I had experienced it in Hawaii.

  More than once.

  Nathan

  Pinning her against the wall, he fought from taking her then and there.

  “Nate,” she breathed his name again, and he couldn’t help it. His head bent and he dragged his tongue from the base of her collarbone upward, not stopping till he reached that sweet spot he had discovered their third night together.

  The one right below her ear. The spot that always made her…

  “Fuck,” she cried, her curse a hushed whisper. It felt like he’d won a fucking gold medal, and he grinned against her flesh.

  “You want this?” he asked, bucking his rigid length into her, pinning her tightly against the wall.

  “You know I do,” she huffed, tilting her head to the side, giving him more than enough space for him to continue his teasing. So he did.

  He licked.

  He nipped.

  He kissed.

  He didn’t stop until she was sporting two small love bites on her neck, and he couldn’t stand not tasting more of her body. Moving them off the wall, he held her close to him as she found her footing. He didn’t let go of her until she was steady on her legs. He liked how necking like a pair of teens made her weak at the knees.

  While he stared at her, her face moved up and all he could think about was how freaking pretty she was with her lips swollen and full. She looked at him with open curiosity. His girl was ready for his next command, and fuck if he wasn’t ready to give it to her.

  Tonight is going to be a long, merry night, he thought to himself, and the way her eyes glittered, he knew she could sense it.

  “Go to your room, take everything off, and put on your favorite panties.”

  “What?” His orders surprised her. He liked that a hell of a lot, the way her chest rose and fell, and the way a deep rose blush crept down from her face to the swells of her breasts.

  “You heard me.” He didn’t repeat himself. The way she swallowed hard and her pretty little nipples stood even more at attention beneath her soft tank told him she liked his demanding ways.

  “What color?” she asked, and he stilled.

  He raised a brow at her question. His imagination went wild imagining all the pretty things her panty drawer might hold. Looking at her, the red and white candy cane stood out behind her as it leaned on one of her bookshelves, and he realized she had started decorating for Christmas.

  “Red,” he answered, his voice deep in his own ears. He would start with red this weekend.

  It was the season after all.

  He watched her lick the bottom of her swollen lip, and with a small nod, she walked away from him and toward her room.

  “Angie,” he called out and watched her stop. “I want you on all fours in your bed when I get there.” His cock strained behind his pants, causing his hands to clench into tight fists.

  “Okay,” she whispered before stepping away from him.

  He rubbed his face and exhaled slowly, fighting the need to go after her. The idea of watching her undress sounded fucking amazing. Later. Instead, he turned and headed to her kitchen. It wasn’t big, but it was efficient and tidy. Looking around, he found the things he would need to make it a night she would never forget.

  ***

  He had seen her nude as the day she was born, but even so, just like every time he had laid eyes on her naked body on the island, she rendered him speechless. As she faced away from him, her skin beckoned to him. Creamy softness and curves for days. He almost dropped the two glasses he held in his hands.

  Quickly setting the glasses on the nightstand next to the bed, he took his clothes off. Thankfully, he somehow found the inner strength not to rip his clothes off and mount her like an animal.

  He breathed in slowly. The scents of her skin and lotion mixed and danced with that of her arousal. He had never smelled anything better.

  Taking every piece of clothing off, leaving himself in only his boxers, he picked up his clothes, knowing every tick of the clock only grew her anticipation. Reaching the end of the bed, he gave himself permission to finally touch her.

  Lightly skimming her skin with the tips of his fingers, he softly traced the lines of her body. Starting at the soles of her feet, his hand moved up to her ankles, skimming her toned calf, gliding over her thighs; all the while her skin broke into gooseflesh until he stopped at her ass.

  She was wearing red lace, what looked like a high-cut brief. It fit her perfectly, highlighting her hips and narrow waist, her ass plump and juicy. He couldn’t resist. Leaning down, he kissed one cheek, and when he pulled away, he gave her luscious bottom a light swat.

  Her gasp rang in his ears as he settled next to her.
Lying on his side, he didn’t move his hands off her.

  Angie bent her head to look at him. He liked what he saw reflected in her dark gaze. Raw lust and passion.

  “Your skin is so damn soft, baby,” he told her, his hand moving over the sexy scrap of lace she was wearing to the center of her lower back. She curved when he reached the sensitive spot of her lower back. She looked like a fucking goddess.

  “Hot, baby?”

  “Burning up.”

  “Then let’s cool you down,” he suggested, and she tilted her head. He turned to one of the glasses and grabbed an ice cube, holding it with his fingers.

  “Lick,” he ordered as he put the cube of ice in front of her mouth and watched her lips part, her pretty pink tongue peeking out, licking the ice cube. A guttural sound escaped from him. Fuck. Watching her use that tongue was one of the most erotic things he had ever. Fuck porn. She was his real-life spank bank. Afraid he would embarrass himself and ruin their fun all too quickly, he pulled the cube from her mouth. When she pouted, he laughed deeply.

  “You wanted more in that pretty little mouth?” he asked, and her eyes gleamed wickedly as she did a show of drinking in his body as she roamed her eyes up and down him.

  “A lot more,” she whispered when their eyes finally met.

  “Fuck,” he growled, shaking his head. “Be good, baby,” he huskily ordered.

  Without saying another word, he hovered the ice cube over the center of her back and watched as she closed her eyes, gently arching her back as the frosty droplets dropped to her skin, pulling at the indent of the center of her back.

  Lowering the cube at the center of the blades of her shoulders, he slowly traced it down her spine, letting the cube sit for a long second at her lower back before tracing its way back. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. His senses were heightened by the silence. The only sound surrounding them was their heavy breathing, the sweetest song, as the ice cube melted against her skin as he randomly drew lines over her warm flesh.

  Writing his name with the ice, a surge of need hit him. The need to mark her. Claim her. He didn’t have the strength to hold back much longer. Next time, I’ll would play more, he told himself.

  Because they would have a next time.

  They would have a lifetime of them.

  Sitting up on the hunches of his legs, he sat with her splayed before him. His hands rubbed up and down her back. “Lie back, Ang,” he ordered and watched her lie on her belly.

  He rubbed up and down her body, shifting his, moving them both. Spreading her legs, he moved his own body between her legs.

  His hands cupped her perfect ass and squeezed.

  “Nathan,” she purred, and he breathed in deep. Fuck The sound of his name on her lips almost made him cross-eyed.

  She lifted her plump bottom toward him, and he knew she wanted more. His girl liked his touch. He took his hands off her, but before she could turn to look at him and whine, he gave her a firm swat and enjoyed the soft jiggle of her flesh before quickly rubbing out the sting.

  “This isn’t going to be slow,” he shared, moving his hands to the edges of the lace that separated him from his personal bit of heaven on earth. With his free hand, he pulled his dick out of his boxers and stroked himself. “I’m so hard for you, baby,” he shared, and her head popped back. She liked watching him stroke himself. He knew that from their first week together.

  “Please.” She stuck her ass out more, obviously not giving a shit he wasn’t naked. Next round, he thought to himself. He looked down at the most perfect globes he’d ever laid eyes on, and with two fingers, he pulled her panties to the side. Her glistening slit was wet and beckoning to him, begging for his attention.

  “You wet, baby?” he asked even though he could see her arousal coating her sex.

  “Soaked,” she moaned as his thumb grazed her lower lips, and he moaned at the heady scent that filled his head and the dewy warmth he felt. Leaning in, he gave her pussy a lick, needing to have her taste on his lips when he fucked her.

  Pulling away, her tangy feminine arousal on his lips, he aligned the tip of his dick with her slit and rubbed up and down, making sure to bump her swollen pink pearl.

  “Nate,” she moaned, and he bit the bottom of his lip. He didn’t miss the way she clenched her fists into the sheets.

  The sight made it impossible for him to hold back.

  He guided his dick into her; just the tip was a tight fit. About to pull back, he didn’t move as fast as she did. When she bucked back into him, his cock entered her in one fast swoop. The sensation of her tight hold on him and her wet heat had him falling forward, covering her back with his front.

  They both moaned as he held her closely.

  “Angie.” He said her name like a prayer. “You feel too good.” He swallowed.

  “Please,” she whimpered, turning her face, and he cupped her cheek. Giving her a hard kiss, he pushed himself in deeper.

  Pushing in and then pulling out completely, he took her.

  Over and over.

  Unrelentingly.

  Demandingly.

  On the brink of savagely.

  Gripping her flesh tightly, he worked their bodies, but she gave as good as she got. Her body met his with every thrust. They were in complete sync, rutting back and forth, sweat covering their bodies. The scent of her arousal and the animalistic sounds they made clung heavily around them.

  Louder and harder, without any kind of plan between them. The thoughts of seductive teasing flew out the window as they both raced to reach the cliff of pleasure.

  One they breathlessly found together, simultaneously. Her voice cried out his name, and he bite hard on her shoulder, his muffled groan deep and hoarse as the freefall and waves of pleasure hit them, repeatedly. Her body pulsed, milking every drop off his release that marked her on the inside.

  Chapter Six

  Angie - December 9th

  “What do you want to do today?” he asked me, and I sighed. My head was at the center of his chest, my body cozily tucked between his legs, and I couldn’t muster the energy to look up at him.

  My body ached in the most delicious way. I should have been exhausted, but I was strangely refreshed, though I had to admit I was feeling lazy. How couldn’t I? His fingers slowly but firmly rubbed my scalp. God, his touch feels like magic.

  “Hmm… we could stay in?” I mumbled and felt his body shake with laughter.

  “I think some fresh air would be good.”

  “Feeling your age, old man?” I asked, popping my head up to look at him, and he shook his head.

  “Watch it.”

  “I still can’t believe you’re thirty-eight.”

  “It’s not exactly ancient, you know?” I bit my smile away as I scooted up his body.

  “I didn’t mean it that way. “

  “How did you mean it?”

  “You look like this.” My hand slid up and down his muscular torso, my fingers dipping into the hills and valleys of his cut abs, enjoying the way he trembled below my touch.

  “Be good, Ang.” He scowled playfully, making me giggle.

  “Fine,” I sighed dramatically before winking at him. “What would you like to do?”

  “What if I make us some breakfast, and after we get ready, we go get you a Christmas tree?” he suggested. My head popped off the pillow at his suggestion.

  After Thursday night’s fast and furious sex session, we’d slowed it down. The night had been long, and despite the chilly weather outside, sweaty. After eating cold Thai food naked in my bed, I had woken up slightly late before rushing out to work.

  When I’d made it home early evening, I liked having him there. In my space. I didn’t know how he did it. Despite the designer labels he wore, he fit in my small cozy cottage among the upcycled pieces of furniture and yard-sale finds that gave my place a farmhouse chic feel. But he did.

  We cooked together and had planned on doing a Christmas movie marathon, each of us picking our favorites to
watch. I had to admit I wasn’t too disappointed at how we got too distracted on the couch, touching and exploring a mere twenty minutes into A White Christmas.

  “Are you serious?” I asked, sitting up next to him. I felt his eyes glide over my bare breasts. I was completely naked. Something I had never done before, yet with him, it was like second nature to sleep in the buff.

  “Yeah. Why not?”

  “I don’t know. I mean…”

  “Angie, what is it?” I licked my lips. I didn’t know if how well he read me was a good or bad thing.

  “What are we doing here, Nate?” I asked. I knew he cared. I doubted anyone would travel bi-coastally the way he had these couple of days, not even two weeks, if he didn’t.

  “Making plans for a Saturday?”

  “No…” I shook my head. Licking my lips, I pulled the sheet to cover me. “I mean, Christmas movies and trees? Are we going to bake cookies, too?”

  “Tis the season.” He grinned and must have sensed my hesitation. Pulling his body up into a sitting position, he moved me so I was straddling him, my face in front of his.

  “You like this position,” I mumbled, my cheeks heating at the reminder of the night before, when I rode him wild and uninhibited.

  “I can’t tell the future.” He cupped my cheek just as I was about to back away. “I like you… a lot.” His hand was gentle on my face, like he was holding something precious, which was exactly how he made me feel. From the moment we had bumped into one another to now, and in realizing that, my eyes began to sting.

  “I want what we have,” he continued, and those five words hung between us, wrapped in a satiny moment of silence.

  “What do we have?” I asked softly but steadier than I felt as my heart galloped against my chest.

  “More than I ever wanted or dreamt of having,” he immediately answered, honesty shining in his blue eyes. “And that’s just the small amount of time we’ve shared, on and off the island, Ang. Somehow, don’t ask me how, I got a feeling the more time we spend together, the brighter and better this thing between us is going to get.”

  “Nate.”

  “I just need you to believe in me,” he said, and I exhaled.