Nolan grit his teeth and urged her onward. They stepped inside the waiting car. Once the door closed, he moved, crowding her against the mirrored wall. “A big nose and a paunch?” His hands molded her to his body while he claimed her mouth in the way he’d wanted to for hours.
Some of his impatient tension left when her soft lips accepted his, cushioned the hard edge of his kiss. Her eager participation further blunted his frustration. God, she tasted good and the feel of her curves pressing into him…
Damn, this bloody just-friends thing.
They belonged together.
He lifted his head and glared down at her. “You’re mine.”
Her eyes widened a fraction before they narrowed. “I belong to me.”
The lift bell dinged, indicating they’d arrived on their floor. Nolan grasped her hand and towed her to their room. They weren’t going to have this conversation in the middle of the hotel corridor.
He wanted to rail at her, the words of dispute lying heavy and rancid on his tongue. Self-preservation and experience told him to save the temper. First things first.
“Has anyone ever spanked you?”
“Huh?” She stared at him.
Was that a hint of intrigue? He liked to think so. “Because, my darling Yvonne. If ever a woman needed spanking, it’s you.”
He tugged her over to the bed, sat and flipped her over his knee.
“Hey,” she said, struggling.
Nolan lifted the hem of her dress to bare her ass. She wore the sexiest pair of panties he’d ever seen. Black lace with a line of white bows down the sides. His palm smoothed over the silky material, and she ceased her squirming.
“Luckily I didn’t know what you were wearing underneath your sexy blue dress.” He cupped her butt and squeezed. “Does your bra match?”
She sniffed. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
Nolan took a deep breath while he silently acknowledged how much he loved the way she challenged him, her penchant for different when it came to sex. She never bored him. Then he lifted his hand and smacked her perky butt. She let out a satisfying squawk and tried to wriggle from his grasp. He held her firmly and smacked her again at a different angle. The third blow fell slightly lower, and this time she shuddered. Concern struck him for an instant, until he realized she could have put up more of a fight or demanded him to stop. But still…
His finger slipped under her panties to sink into her heat. Wet. Hot. That was all he needed to know. He struck her ass again.
“Ooh,” she moaned, the sound so sexy, he spanked her once more just to hear it again.
Her body relaxed, and he smoothed his hand over her bottom, over the silky fabric of her panties and felt the heat of her. He sucked in a deep breath and caught a whiff of flowers with a musky undertone. Her personal scent.
The more time he spent with her, the more he realized she was it for him—the woman who made him happy. “Can you stand?”
“Yes.”
He helped her rise and leaned back on his elbows, his legs spread wide. “Strip for me. Show me your sexy lingerie.”
Her eyes gleamed, and she tossed her head, her mane of curls shifting with the movement. She bent to unbuckle her sandals.
“No, leave the shoes. I like them.”
His compliments didn’t hurt either, he noticed.
“Undo my zipper for me. I can’t reach it myself.” She turned her back to him and his hand shook a fraction before he slid the fastening down.
Yvonne held her dress in place and turned to face him, a bright smile lighting her expression. She let one shoulder of her dress list down her arm, gave him a flirty grin and primly placed it back on her shoulder. She repeated the move with the other arm, giving him a peek-a-boo glance of her bra strap.
“Do you know what happens to teasing women?”
“What?” she asked, her lips quivering as if she were suppressing a laugh.
“They get spanked, and I’m pretty sure the next day they’d have trouble sitting with comfort.”
“Brute,” she said, but there was no temper or concern in her tone. “After the dancing, I’ll probably need a massage tomorrow. And after tonight, I’ll remember the spanking every time I sit down.”
“Good.” Call him caveman but he rather liked the idea. “I’d be happy to touch you any time. Buy some massage oil tomorrow.”
“Bossy much,” she said sweetly.
“Strip. Please.”
Yvonne released her dress and the fabric slid down her body. A twitch of her hips and it dropped to the floor. She stepped out and stooped to pick up the dress. After setting it over the back of a chair, she turned to face him.
Nolan’s mouth went dry and he had to swallow before he could speak. “You’re beautiful, and I was proud of you tonight. You looked sexy and powerful and every man in Maxwell’s wanted you.”
She gave her lips a slow lick. “Including you?”
“Especially me.” Nolan went to her, his heart thudding against his rib cage. He unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it on the floor. After toeing off his shoes and removing his socks, he stripped off the rest of his clothes. “And now I want to fuck you.”
“That’s not very romantic.”
“According to you, you’re not interested in that, but I can do romantic when my balls aren’t so painfully tight. When I’m in your pussy and sinking deep into you.”
Before she could respond, he scooped her off her feet and placed her on the bed. He followed her down, pinning her in place with his greater bulk. Part of him had prepared for an argument, but what he got was sweet, responsive woman. Her arms curled behind his neck and she met his mouth with hard passion.
He unclipped her bra, eager to get to her curvy breasts.
“Suck me,” she murmured.
“Anytime.” He shoved the bra aside, deciding to take the time to remove it properly. “I’ll take off your panties now too. They’re too pretty to rip.” Nolan drew them down her legs and dragged in a quick breath. “What—”
“I had to shave because of the line of the costume.”
His fingers drifted over the soft skin and slid down her folds into her warm heat. His cock jerked, but he ignored the tightness of his balls. This was something to savor. “I have to taste you.” She’d shaved everything and his mouth roved across bare skin, so different from her normal neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“I used to wax when I was dancing but my…” She trailed off and licked her lips before starting to speak again. “The regular appointments are expensive and it’s not as if I get time for personal stuff these days.”
Nolan made a silent promise to himself. She might be a mother, but that didn’t mean she didn’t deserve pampering. He could give that to her. He’d enjoy it, although first he’d have to get her past the stupid friends thing. His temper ratcheted up and he had to bite on his tongue to halt harsh words. No. Not when he was so close to getting inside her snug pussy.
He gripped her hips and lifted her to his mouth, his tongue busily lapping up her sweet honey. His tongue pushed into her and she shuddered.
“More, Nolan. Make me come.”
“After you’ve teased me all night,” he said. “I should make you wait.” But instead, he slipped two fingers into her, pushing easily into her heat. She was making those sexy little sounds again and lifting her hips up into his touch. He licked her clit, teasing the swollen nub with feathery touches, enjoying the hell out of her taste, savoring Yvonne. They’d been making love on a regular basis, yet right now, he was starved for her, couldn’t get enough. He stroked inside her, angling his fingers to hit the right spot, the one that set her off like a firecracker.
“Nolan. Nolan.” She gasped and trembled, and he knew it was time to push her harder.
He timed his strokes with the suction of his mouth, the fl
ick of his tongue. Her channel pulsed around his fingers. She cried out and he sucked her clit extra hard. She came apart, the spasms gripping his fingers in tight rhythmic pulses. He lapped at her clit, slow and easy, because he knew from experience she became very sensitive. When the spasms finally ceased, he removed his hand and rose up her body. Her arms came around him in a welcoming hug.
The touch of their lips sent a jolt through him, and her hands squeezing his butt lit him up. All at once, the pressure in his balls was too much. He had to have her now. Nolan levered away from her to grab a condom from the packet he’d placed in the bedside drawer. Fully sheathed, he returned to her and slid between her legs. With his cock positioned, he rammed into her.
One. Two. Three. On the fourth thrust, he started coming so hard he saw stars. A shudder went through him, and the sensations coursing inside him yanked him into savage ecstasy.
Yvonne wriggled and tried to get a hand between their bodies. He stilled her hand. “Please,” she said, almost frantically. “Please, I’m so close.”
“Let me,” he said and levered up so he could see where they joined. He pulled back and pushed into her again because it felt so damn good. He massaged her clit using a gentle touch. She groaned and came almost instantly, her eyes fluttering closed, her cheeks pink from exertion.
“I’m exhausted,” she said.
“Go to sleep, babe. It’s been a busy day.”
She sighed, and her breathing slowed, evened out.
Nolan watched her fall asleep and his heart twisted with a wave of love and possession.
Mine.
Chapter Five
“Yvonne.” A masculine voice floated into her dreams along with the most excellent scent of coffee. “Yvonne.” Quietly insistent, the voice grew fingers. They stroked her bare breast, and she came awake with a jolt. Disoriented, her head whipped from side to side as she took in the darkened room.
“Steady, babe.”
Yvonne relaxed at the familiar voice. “Nolan. What time is it?”
“Just after nine. Susan and the girls are meeting you at eleven, right?”
Yvonne needed the bathroom. She slid out of bed and almost face-planted when her legs buckled. “Ow.”
“I thought you might feel sore. I’ve run the spa bath for you,” Nolan said, grasping her arm and holding her upright. “Coffee’s ready. I’m starving. Anything you fancy for breakfast? I’ll ring room service for whatever you want.”
Yvonne tried a step on her own and winced at the spike of pain. “A bath,” she said and was a bit embarrassed at the whine in her voice. “Um, coffee.”
“I’ve got that covered,” Nolan said. “Go and climb in the bath. I’ll bring your coffee in once I’ve ordered breakfast.”
Yvonne limped in the bathroom, took care of business and drank a glass of water. The air was steamy and smelled of citrus. The bath enticed her, and she battled protesting muscles and stiffness to climb over the edge and settle into the water.
“Ohh.” She sighed her pleasure as the warmth settled into her sore limbs.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Yes,” she said.
Nolan entered with a cup of coffee. Steam curled from the cup, and the scent…oh, the scent.
“Gimme! Thanks,” she added when he handed over the cup.
He kissed the top of her head. “Room service will arrive in half an hour.” He sauntered out and she twisted her head to watch. The man made her want to bite, to mark her territory—Stop right there. Friends only, remember? No ownership in either direction.
With her mind straight and priorities set, she turned her attention back to her coffee.
Yvonne sipped the fragrant beverage, pushed a button to start the jets and relaxed into the bubbly embrace of the water. The sex last night…stupendous. A prickle of sensual tension crawled along her veins as she recalled Nolan’s mouth on her, his fingers and cock inside her. She cupped a breast with her free hand and pinched her nipple, before reality tore through her. Jerking upright, she reached for her cup. More coffee. Now.
Yikes, something was wrong with her. She was a responsible mother and shouldn’t crave sex like this. Like a hungry wild beast, the idea of sex, the doing of it, stalked the recesses of her mind, bringing desperation, longing. She thought about Nolan. She thought about their weekend of freedom from children and drank the last of her coffee before setting her cup aside. Maybe she’d enjoy the ride…
“Nolan?”
“You called, darling Yvonne.” The instant he entered the bathroom his gaze went directly her breasts, and she tugged at her nipple.
“I brought my waterproof vibrator with me. I’d like to try it out.”
“Only if I get to watch.”
Yvonne flashed him a grin. “Done deal. It’s in the side pocket of my bag. You can’t miss it.”
He was back in minutes with the bright blue faux penis. “Looks exactly like the infamous Mr. Blue.”
“There was a lot of gossip in the café about Mr. Blue, the vibrator, after that episode of the reality show aired. Mine must be a cousin.” She trailed her fingers down her body and under the water to caress her denuded pussy lips. A sigh escaped at the decadent pleasure, and she saw Nolan watching with avid interest. “Hmm, that feels so good. I need to keep shaving or start waxing again.”
“Yes.”
Her grin widened, and she held out her hand for her vibrator.
“Why do I feel as if I’m superfluous to requirements?”
Something in his tone irked her, lifted her chin in defiance. “You’re not always going to be around. What happens when you decide you’ve had enough of fun and sex with me? I’ve got two children, responsibilities. You’re a single male.”
Nolan let out a string of curses, his large frame tensing in the doorway while he squeezed her vibrator in his right hand. “Hell, you have no idea what I think.”
Yvonne sat up in the bath and glared at him. “One of us has to be sensible, look to the future.”
“I thought I’d made it clear,” Nolan said, irritation burning off him in palpable waves. He looked down at his hand and flung the vibrator at her. “I want you and the boys in my life. This isn’t a temporary thing for me.”
Some of the starch went out of her and she sank beneath the warm water again, her nakedness suddenly making her feel vulnerable. She gripped the vibrator tightly in her hand. “You threw us away quickly enough last time, and that’s why we can never be more than friends. The boys and I aren’t disposable. When I decide I need a man in my life full time, I have to be sure he’ll stick. I’ve already made one mistake, and I don’t intend to muck up again.”
“So none of this—us—matters to you.” Temper turned his mouth into a cruel slit, and she wished she could magically conjure up a barrier of thick clothes. This wasn’t the perfect place to pick a fight.
“Of course it matters. We’re friends.” Unease crept into her seconds after the words left her mouth. That wasn’t quite true. Her stupid, traitorous heart kept trying to turn their camaraderie into more. No. No sentimental crap for her. She bore no illusions about her pull on the opposite sex. Heck, her husband had left her for another man. What did that say about her sexual allure?
A thump at the door indicated the arrival of room service, and Nolan stomped away with another curse. Yvonne set the vibrator aside and grabbed a white flannel. She added soap and briskly washed herself. Five minutes later, she pulled a cotton robe around her and padded out to join Nolan.
“More coffee?” he asked, his tone abrupt, his mouth precision straight.
“Thanks.” Talk about uncomfortable.
“Scrambled eggs? Toast?”
“Yes, please.” Yvonne flinched at the politeness. Great. Just great. “What are you doing this morning?”
“I’m meeting Tyler and helping him shift furniture arou
nd at his new place.”
Yvonne nodded. “That’s nice.” Awkward silence fell. “I’m sorry. I—”
“Don’t.” Nolan made a slashing motion with his hand. “Not when you don’t mean the apology.”
“You walked away from me.” Yvonne felt the sting of tears in her eyes and fiercely willed them away. She would not cry.
“I didn’t walk away. I explained I couldn’t see you because of the reality show.”
“The premise of the show was farmers seeking a wife!” Her voice emerged in an unattractive screech, and she snatched a breath, fighting for equilibrium. She let the air ease out to the count of three before locking gazes with Nolan. “Believe me, I got the message.” When Nolan didn’t answer straightaway, she poured herself another cup of coffee and stood. “I’ll go and get ready. I don’t want to keep the girls waiting.”
His mouth firmed and he gave a clipped nod.
She felt a wave of petty satisfaction at being the one to leave, then the emptiness, the wrongness struck her. Damn, she hated arguing. She hesitated, sighed, and continued to the bedroom. Trying to discuss this further right now would only spoil both their days.
Nolan walked through the Remuera house at his brother’s side. He was meant to be admiring the native timber and the size of the place, but his thoughts centered on Yvonne. “Yvonne and I had a fight.” He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration churning his stomach. “Damn. I didn’t mean to blurt that out.”
“Oh?” Tyler said, the rise of his brows indicating curiosity, a willingness to listen.
Nolan hesitated and studied the man who was his half-brother. Tyler wouldn’t gossip, and he needed a man’s opinion. “She keeps saying we’re friends and according to her, that’s all we’ll ever have.”
Tyler leaned against the doorjamb. “What do you want?”
Nolan shuffled uncomfortably and stalked into the oblong-shaped room, his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards. “I want her, the boys in my life. They make me happy.”
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