Page 39 of Come A Little Closer

A soft smile appeared on his lips. Then he pushed down on the door handle and let me into his bedroom—otherwise known as a sleeping hall, it seemed. The room was massive, probably bigger than the house I’d grown up in, with a huge four-poster bed taking up the center of the space with surprisingly light, white fabric curled around the dark wood bedframe.

He also had a sitting room with a TV mounted against the wall on one side of the bedroom, a few guitars on stands with paraphernalia like speakers and cables to go with them, an en-suite bathroom with a claw-footed tub visible from where I was standing, and a walk-in closet about the same size as the apartment I’d lived in before I’d started working for him.

I gaped as I took it all in, but in the end, my gaze moved back to the bed. “I’ve always wanted one of those.”

“A four-poster?”

“A princess bed,” I teased, letting go of his hand and striding over to sit on the edge of his mattress.

Niall crossed the room slowly, sliding his jacket off his shoulders and dropping it in his wake before he started on his tie. He’d worn a black, three-piece suit after all, and while I had to admit that it’d been hard to keep my eyes off him while he’d had it on, I was desperately eager to see what he looked like without it.

I watched closely as he unbuttoned his black shirt, dropping that too once it was open. Then his fingers latched into his belt and he tugged that free and kicked off his shoes, but stopping when he reached me.

My teeth sank into the side of my lower lip and I kept my eyes on his for just a moment before finally allowing them to roam free. I took in his naturally tan skin that reminded me of lazy summer days spent in the sun, running my gaze along his broad shoulders and strong chest, pausing to glance back up into his eyes as I reached for him.

He put his hands out for me to take and I wound my fingers around his, holding them tight as I finally allowed myself to look lower. Niall’s abs were defined, but not overly so, his entire body lean and athletic rather than bulky and blocky.

He groaned. I flicked my eyes from his hips to the bulge in his slacks. Then he lifted a knee and planted it on the mattress between my legs. I lay back as he lowered himself down, smiling when he covered my body with his own.

“God, I want you,” he murmured against my lips as he caught my chin in his hand and kissed me again.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him to me and responding between kisses that were only growing harder and more heated with every passing second. “I want you too. You can have me, Niall.”

A soft moan tore out of him as he swept his tongue into my mouth, running his hands along my bare thighs and then over my ribs, curling his fingers into the fabric between us. Just as I sensed he was going to tear it off, I lifted my back to give him access to the zipper and he tugged it down quickly and eagerly, helping me peel the dress off until I kicked it away.

Since it was strapless, I’d gone without a bra and I was now left only in my panties and heels. Niall released my mouth to kiss a hot path along my throat to my chest, his eyes running all over me as his fingertips dragged along my sides to my hips.

I let out a shaky breath, so turned on that I almost started begging him to touch me. I would have, if I’d been brave enough, but right now, I was too scared to break the spell and I was also enjoying this too much to hurry it along—even if I’d had the words to urge him on, which I didn’t.

Instead, I slid my fingers into his hair and held on when he kissed each of my breasts, twirling his tongue around my nipples and setting off sparks behind my eyes when he nipped at them. I trembled, moving to wrap my legs around him again, but he caught my calves, pressing them flat to the bed and continuing his journey down.

As he reached the waistband of my panties, I tensed, but only until he’d swept the front panel aside and exposed me to him in a way I’d never been exposed to a man before. My ex had never cared much for anything outside of actual penetration and it was a little mind-boggling to know Niall was currently getting a view of me no one—myself included—had ever gotten.

He breathed in deeply though. Moaning, he slid his fingers between my folds. Somehow, he seemed to know instinctively that I was more comfortable with my panties where they were for now. Even so, the sensation of his fingers down there made me pulse in places I didn’t know I could pulse and I caught my breath, feeling like I would shatter if he kept going.

Moving slowly and surprisingly gently, he kept the front panel of my panties out of his way with one hand, licking through me as he toyed with my entrance with the other. “Shit, Tallulah. You’re so wet. So fucking wet. Do you want to come for me already, baby?”

As he asked the question, his gaze darted up to my own and I nodded wildly, too consumed with need to deny it but too shy to say it in so many words. I screwed my eyes shut instead and started rolling my hips, hoping that he would just get to it.

And he did.

After kissing the insides of my thighs, he brought his tongue back to my core and slowly slid a single finger into me. That was enough to make me contract around it. As soon as he circled my clit with his tongue and scraped across it with his teeth, I felt the orgasm rising fast.

Right there, it kept coming closer and closer and I prayed Niall wouldn’t stop. I’d never felt anything like this before and I feared that if he changed anything, I’d cry. He seemed to know that too though, and he just kept going until finally, the climax crashed into me in waves of soul-shaking bliss, tensing my body and curling my toes as I screamed.

“Yes! Oh, yes! Niall, yes!”

I felt the vibrations of his groans against me, but he didn’t stop until he’d seen me quivering with bliss. Collapsing against his bed, I wondered idly if I should apologize for the screaming, but as he lifted himself back up, he kissed me hard.

“Holy shit, that was sexy,” he said between kisses, positioning himself between my legs and taking my hands. “I didn’t think it was possible to want you more than I already did, but here we are.”

“So have me,” I repeated lazily, still catching my breath but also so ready to feel him inside me. “I want you too, Niall. So bad.”

He pulled back to look into my eyes, seemingly searching for something. Mercifully, he appeared to have found it. He kissed me again and hooked his fingers into my panties, gliding them down as far as he could reach before I kicked them away and helped him with his pants.

It took no more than a few seconds until he was naked on top of me, the long, hard length of him throbbing against my slick flesh. Our tongues kept clashing, our kisses growing more and more passionate until he broke away to reach for his nightstand.

As I watched, panting and needing him more than I’d ever needed anyone, he reached for a condom, but as he was about to bite it open, his phone rang. He blinked hard, not reaching for it, but the interruption seemed to have been enough to break the spell.