Page 59 of Hearts on the Mend

He slides his free hand up the back of my leg and cups my ass as he marches us upstairs. “There you go again. Already forgot?”

Shoving my bedroom door open, he sets me on my feet before kicking it shut.

It’s a full moon tonight, and the silver light pours in from the frost-laced windows. The radiators never work reliably up here, and while I’ve mentioned it, I’ve been too afraid of the solution he’d propose. Namely, me, in his bed.

After tonight, I might be easier to persuade.

Nolan shakes his head, his eyes burning into me, and I don’t know why I’ve wasted as much time as I have with him.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Cassie.”

I retreat against the wall, my palms pressed flat against the faded floral wallpaper. It’s like the air has been sucked out of the room as he stalks toward me.

“Time to take this off.” His hand slides up my waist, skirts across my breasts, then turns me, pinching the zipper between his fingers.

I dip my forehead against the wall, shutting my eyes as the sound of the zipper fills the room, and cool air washes over my skin. He slips his hands between the fabric and my skin, then slides the top of the dress off my arms until the fabric pools at my waist, leaving me there in my bra. My very lacy, very see-through bra.

His lips press against the soft skin between my shoulder blades, pushing the fabric past the swell of my hips before it drops to my feet.

He growls in the back of his throat. “All fucking night, Cass?”

I nod, words lodged in my throat.

“All night, you haven’t been wearing any?”

“No,” I whisper.

His hands grip my waist, spin me around, then he lifts me to his face. “Legs around me. I need to taste you.”

I rake my hands through his hair, balancing myself against the wall, dizzy.

Nolan runs his tongue up the center of me before flicking it over my clit, and white light explodes behind my eyes. He buries his face between my thighs, pressing me to him, devouring me.

“You taste so fucking good.” He tilts his head back enough to meet me in the eyes. “I want to feel you come against my tongue, need to taste your fucking perfect pussy. Got it?”

“The bed, Nolan. Bring me…”

He walks us back carefully, his hands bracing my hips so I don’t fall. I feel him flinch before he lowers me to the mattress. I think he’s going to crawl between my legs, but instead, he lies down beside me.

“Climb up.”

“What?” I ask, my brain still not catching up.

“Sit on my face, Hellcat.”

I blink. “I don’t want to crush you.”

He gently reaches out and grips my wrist, tugging me forward. “You won’t, but let’s just say I want you to anyway. Come here. I need you.”

His fingers brush over the black lace of my bra, then curl into my hair and drag me down for a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips.

I brace both legs on either side of his face, grip the wooden headboard, then lower myself, stopping short of placing all my weight on him.

Nolan groans against me, hooking his hands onto my hips and pulling until I cave and sink down, my delicate flesh brushing against his mouth and that mustache.

He licks me, then sticks his tongue inside, and it sets something wild off within me. I circle my hips, grinding against his face. Pleasure courses through me, and for once, I’m not freezing in this house.

I cry out, everything before my eyes swimming as I try to keep up. This feels, this man…