Page 160 of Studs Up
“Yes. Absolutely, yes.”
He slid his ring on and then kissed me, pushing me back onto the bed and letting his weight cover me. His tongue pried my mouth open, and I accepted. All the things I thought I lost were now barreling back into my life like a fucking freight train.
“When did you do that?” I asked when he moved his lips along my jaw to my ear.
“Alex was a very good co-conspirator,” he murmured. The hot breath sent electric shocks to my cock and down to my toes.
“That bastard,” I moaned.
“Hmmm, nice to know we’re on the same page.”
“Fuck you,” I snorted. Those sapphire eyes were mine. No one would see the love that poured from them the way I did.
The kiss was like our second one. Soft and gentle. He parted my lips with his tongue and I let him in. I let him have everything.
I tugged at the hem of his shirt. I needed to feel his skin just to make sure this was real and not a dream. He pulled it off and threw it. My hands roamed his firm chest and down his stomach. Mine.
There were no more barriers. No more secrets and no more fears. I could be possessive. I could take what I wanted, and I was free to let him in all the way.
I held his face in my hands.
“I got scared,” I said. He settled on me, arms around my neck and shoulders, cradling me, still wanting to keep me safe and warm. “I’m so so-”
He kissed me aggressively and passionately until I couldn’t breathe, and then he kissed my cheek and my temple.
“I didn’t choose my career over you,” I said. I needed him to know that, to understand why I did what I did, even though it felt really stupid on this side of things. If I had considered that maybe it would turn out alright, things might have been different.
“I know,” he said and parted my legs to settle between them. He was hard, and I shivered. After all that he still wanted me. More than wanted me, he wanted to marry me and keep me.
“You were trying to protect me.” His eyes grew stern, and I couldn’t help but smile at him. “That’s my fucking job, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, and pulled him back down for a kiss. Nolan rumbled, and his hips began to roll, our hardening cocks grinding together.
“I’m so-” he kissed me again, not letting me finish. He was an infuriating man, and I loved him. I gave up for the moment and let him have his way.
I ran my hands up and down his back and rocked with him as his kiss became urgent. His hand slid under my sweater and the warm palm grazing my skin was enough to make me moan and writhe. I reached for his ass, pushing his pants down and working with him to get them off. Now he was naked and I was fully clothed, and that made me crazy.
I had to push him to get him off so I could strip. It was not graceful. It was frantic as I threw my sweater, and he tugged at my pants. Then he was back on top of me, our cocks pressed together as he drowned me in a kiss.
All the fear and anguish that kept us apart was now bursting, and nothing would be okay until he was inside me.
His hand slid between us and between my thighs. I gasped when he pressed his finger to my entrance.
“Yes, there,” I moaned. He circled and sucked on my neck. I could do nothing but arch and beg.
But before we got too far, there was something I needed to do, and he couldn’t stop me, I hoped.
I rolled on top of him and planted my hands on his chest.
“I need you to shut up and listen to me,” I said. He glared at me. I wasn’t sure anyone had ever told him to shut up before, not seriously anyway, and I was serious.
He reached for the back of my neck to pull me down and stop my apology, but I fought to stay upright. God damn, he was strong.
“Please,” I said. “I need to do this.”
He grunted and dropped his hand. Maybe he didn’t need to hear it. Maybe he already knew, but I needed to get it out.
“I’m sorry,” I said. He glowered. He was so fucking adorable when he wasn’t getting what he wanted. “I shouldn’t have gotten upset when you offered to come out. We could have talked about doing it together and,” I took a deep breath because this was going to cost me. “You were right.”
