Nolan teased me with his fingertips till I was writhing, unable to stay still though he had a tight hold on my body and kept me seated in his lap. His mouth was busy on my neck, alternately breathing heavily to take in my scent and giving me hard, sloppy bite-kisses that felt like they’d leave bruises.
I ran my fingers through his hair, slid my hands down his neck and all across the broad muscles of his shoulders.
And grumbled impatiently, “Oh, f**k me.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he said, then he stood up with one easy step, turned, and threw me down onto the bed.
He climbed on top of me. My legs wrapped back around his middle like they belonged there. His mouth went my ear and he licked the edge of it, giving me a chill.
Then he whispered, “Any other requests?”
“Hmm. Just a q
