Page 19 of Spicy or Sweet (Wintermore #2)

NOELLE

My imagination didn’t do her justice.

She tastes like a lemon drop, sweet and sour, and she goes straight to my head faster than any shot ever has.

I think I could spend hours just kissing her and be perfectly content.

We haven’t even made it to her bed yet, because I pushed her against her bedroom door the second it was closed.

She puts her whole body into the kiss, pressing it against me.

Her fingers rake down my back, and she gasps as my tongue dances with hers.

I step back, tugging her with me. Her cheeks are flushed, her gray eyes hazy.

Stopping as the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed, I pull my sweater over my head and throw it aside.

I’m wearing a tight crop top under it, but Shay’s eyes widen.

She swallows, like the gravity of everything is hitting her all at once.

“Still with me, sweetheart?”

She nods, slowly dragging her gaze up from my exposed midriff. “Yeah. It’s just, it’s been a while. What if I…” She trails off, biting her lip nervously.

I clasp both her hands with mine, pulling them toward me.

“You don’t need to worry about that. I think I could come just from kissing you.”

“But I want to do more than that.”

“Oh, we’re going to,” I tell her. I place her hands on the waistband of my pants, and her fingers take over, unclasping my belt. She draws it out of my belt loops torturously slowly, and I feel every bit of the friction as it slides around my waist.

Shay drops it to the floor and moves onto my button next, then my zipper. I expect her to just push my pants down, but she sinks to the floor with them, looking up at me, and sending my heart haywire.

She kisses her way up my body, every stamp of her lips so light that it feels like a feather tickling my skin.

She hooks her fingers in the band of my crop top, and I raise my arms so she can tug it off.

I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath at the soft curse that falls from her lips, the sound coursing down my body, fluttering over my skin, like an autumn leaf.

Her fingers are trembling as she toys with my bra clasp, trying to undo it. I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers, and feel her body relax into me.

She undoes the clasp, and I shrug out of my bra.

I can’t look away as she steps back, taking me in.

Shay’s lips part, her gray eyes going impossibly dark as she lets her gaze traverse every inch of my body.

I keep my eyes on her as I push my underwear down and step out of it. The breath rushes out of her.

I kneel on the bed, shuffling backward so I can watch as she undresses—quickly, like she wants to close the distance between us as soon as she can. And close it she does; the second her clothes are on the floor, Shay is crawling on the bed toward me, her expression ravenous.

She sits up on her knees when she reaches me, steadying herself by grasping my waist. Her thumbs press lightly into my hips, and the feel of her draws my body in closer to her.

I’m a second from begging her to touch me when she drags her hands up my torso and brushes her thumbs over my nipples. My head falls back, a groan spilling from me. The ends of my hair tickle my lower back as my body bows toward her.

Shay’s touch is hesitant, like she’s overthinking every shift of her fingers over before she moves them.

My brain feels one step ahead of every movement, and something about the anticipation drives me wild.

Until she does something completely unexpected and ducks her head, circling one of my nipples with her tongue.

I clench my fists as the heat of her mouth consumes me. Each flick of her tongue sends a ripple of pleasure through me, like little pinpricks of electricity hitting me from all angles. I sink my fingers into her hair and gasp as she draws my nipple between her lips.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That feels so good.”

“You feel good,” she murmurs, kissing the spot between my breasts before sweeping her tongue over my other nipple.

With one hand, she grips my thigh; the other traverses the shape of me, settling between my legs. I feel her take a deep breath before she draws her finger through my lips, pressing the tip against my clit.

I’m so goddamn sensitive that I cry out, my hips pressing into her of their own accord. My cry spurs her on, and she adds a second finger, rolling my clit between them—slow but building.

“Oh,” I whimper, rocking against her hand. I cup her chin, pulling her face up and bending down so I can kiss her. I savor every second of the kiss, her tongue dancing against mine until we have no choice but to break apart to catch our breath.

Shay places her free hand flat on my chest and nudges me back.

“Lie down.”

I do as I’m told, lying back on her silky bedding until my head is nestled against her pillow. I turn to the side, overwhelmed by the sweet, summery scent of her. It’s all too easy to imagine her lying here, thinking about our kiss, watching it back in slow motion.

But once again, my imagination has nothing on the real thing. In my head, Shay is a hazy glow. In reality, kneeling between my thighs, licking her lips as she stares down at my naked body, she’s blinding.

“Will you tell me if it’s not good?” she asks, like there’s any possibility here that I’m not going to explode the second she puts her mouth on me.

“Shay, sweetheart, I’m about to come just from how you’re looking at me. You have nothing to worry about.”

She chuckles, but I see the tension in the way she has her shoulders set.

“Come here,” I say, beckoning her with my index finger.

Shay leans over me, and I press a gentle kiss to her lips, cupping her face. A soft fall breeze makes her sheer curtains flutter, bathing her in the warm golden hour glow. The air swirls around her, and I swear the scent of her is going to be permanently embedded in my brain after this.

“Of course I’ll tell you, but I promise you don’t need to worry. Everything you do feels amazing.”

“Yeah?” she whispers against my mouth.

“Did you not feel how fucking soaked I am? That’s all because of you, sweetheart. All for you.”

Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip before sitting back so she’s hovering right between my legs. Shay strokes her finger through my center, and I whimper.

“For me, huh?” she asks, bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking it between her lips. She groans, and I can’t help but tighten my legs around her, like I’m drawing her in closer to me.

Shay doesn’t seem to mind; she leans over, parting me and swallowing as she stares down at my pussy.

I think I actually black out for a second at the first pass of her tongue over my clit, and when I come to, my back is arched off the bed, and my legs are on her shoulders.

She teases me, her tongue gentle as she flicks the tip against me, then she closes her lips around my clit.

I’m already teetering on a tightrope, seconds from flying, when Shay presses one finger inside me.

Her hands are small, delicate, and she feels so fucking good inside me when she curls her finger, stroking me until I find myself tightening around her.

My breaths come hard and fast and loud, incoherent mumblings of her name, and please and fuck tumbling from me as I tumble off the edge, spiraling into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations.

And all it seems to do is boost Shay’s confidence as she licks me faster, like she wants this to last as long as possible.

I feel her everywhere, spreading fire through my veins as I fall to pieces for her.

And when I taste myself on her tongue when she kisses me after a moment, when I listen to her humming ABBA as she does her skincare an hour later, when I watch her fall asleep, a peaceful smile on her face, and all I can think about is how I’d like to slot her into every aspect of my life…

Yeah, my imagination didn’t prepare me for this at all. I’m so fucked.