Page 72 of The Friends and Rivals Collection

YOU COULD brEAK MY HEART

Nolan

When a woman lets you know what she wants, you should give it to her.

First, I follow her command. After I slam the door closed, I grab Emerson’s face and haul her close.

A hard, wet kiss comes next.

I grip her tight as I take her mouth the way she likes. The way I learned in Las Vegas.

Possessively.

I drag my thumb along her jaw, pressing roughly as I kiss her with rabid intensity. With hunger and a little hurt because she likes that.

Her noises tell me how much as I give a nibble that turns into a bite. I drag my teeth along her bottom lip, and she goes boneless in my arms. I have to band my arm around her waist, and I don’t fucking mind at all. I don’t mind one bit as I dig my fingers into her lower back, holding her close.

I kiss her without mercy. There’s nothing soft about this locking of lips. It’s all edges and corners, teeth and bones.

It’s also about fucking time.

Then I break the kiss for a second. “Want to see you. How you look when you’ve been kissed by me,” I rasp as I drag my hands down her face, drinking her in.

Her eyes are glossy, her lips already bruised. “How do I look?”

Like you could break my heart .

“So fucking pretty,” I murmur, and I’m about to dive in for more when she slides a hand between us, then up higher.

I tilt my head. “What?”

With a soft smile, she whispers, “Glasses,” then takes mine off, reaching behind her to set them on the entryway table.

“Thanks.” I press my forehead to hers. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Good. Let’s not think. Let’s not think a lot.”

“Works for me,” I say as I dive in for another round, kissing her mouth brutally and senselessly.

She gasps then hooks a leg around my hip, pulling me closer like that. So fiery, so clear in her need.

I’m determined to kiss her everywhere. I start my travels down the column of her throat, nipping and biting, rubbing my rough stubble against her soft skin.

“Nolan,” she gasps. “Everyone will see.”

I stop, press a thumb to the bloom of a bruise on the flesh right by her collarbone. “You can cover it with makeup,” I offer. I’m helpful like that.

Her green eyes twinkle with the promise of a dirty secret. “More. Just gimme more.”

“So greedy,” I tease, then I lick her neck, alternating open-mouthed kisses with soft and tender ones, a prelude to something darker.

When I reach her earlobe, I tug it into my mouth and bite. Hard.

“Oh God,” she gasps. Her hands grapple at my waist, grabbing the loops of my jeans.

She’s got a plan, it seems, because now she’s unbuttoning, unzipping, and reaching for my bulge.

That feels so fucking good.

Rubbing her hand over my hard-on, she moans. “Fuck me, please.” It’s a desperate plea.

I wrench away from her, meet her glassy-eyed gaze. “Let me fuck you with my tongue first.”

Her smile is electric and wanton.

Two minutes later, she’s naked and spread out on the bed. I’m shirtless and in my new favorite place—between her thighs. As I rake my gaze over my fearless woman’s beautiful body, reality hits me square in the chest.

I’m about to bury my face between my best friend’s legs, and technically, I shouldn’t do that.

Fuck technicalities.

Sliding my hands up her creamy flesh, I part her legs wider then dip my face to her sweetness and taste her.

She gasps.

I groan.

We move together. I lick and kiss her slick wetness, and she bucks against me. I wrap my arms under her thighs, drag her closer, and kiss her deeply.

I lap her up.

Her breath comes in fast, frenzied pants. Her hips rise up, and her hands glide down her chest as she fondles her breasts.

Holy fuck.

She’s so damn sexy as she plays with herself while I eat her out. Her right hand squeezes her breast, and her left hand travels down her body, hunting for me. She threads her fingers into my hair, brings me closer to her center.

“More. Harder,” she cries.

Yes, ma’am.

I kiss her harder, a little rougher too, dragging my jaw along her soft skin. She’ll have some beard burn tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what she wants.

Then I return to her pussy, licking and sucking and drawing the swollen bundle of nerves into my mouth.

“God, yes. Ah yes. That. More. So good,” she says.

We go on like that. Her one-word commands. My mouth consuming her. My tongue licking her. Her hands grabbing and clawing me.

I do my damnedest to give her everything she wants—a nip, a bite, a kiss, a hungry lick.

She’s arching and thrusting, grabbing my head tighter. I can barely breathe, and that’s fine by me. I’m surrounded by her scent, her need. She’s close, and I’m so fucking turned on that I’m humping the bed as I flick my tongue over her just so, right there, until...

With a frenzied cry, she gasps, then shouts to the edge of the sky as she comes hard and beautifully on my lips.

Pleasure pounds through me. Pride, too, as I slow my pace, listening to her cues.

I brush tender post-orgasm kisses onto her thigh, then rise to my knees and rub my palm against my straining hard-on. “Want to be inside you so badly.”

She finishes undressing me in a flurry, tossing my red briefs with wiener dogs on them to the floor with an appreciative whistle.

Then, she grabs a condom from her nightstand and thrusts it at me.

As I roll it on, she makes a fantastic decision, getting up and rearranging herself so she’s standing at the edge of the bed.

Well, that’s clear. I stand as she stretches her arms out along the mattress and lifts her ass. Moving behind her, I smack her cheek.

The noise she makes is so carnal it should be illegal.

Grabbing her hips, I angle her higher then slide inside. All my brain cells short-circuit. She’s hot and tight and feels spectacular surrounding my cock.

I sink all the way in, savoring that moment when I fill her completely.

I breathe out hard. My mind enters a hazy, scorched land where everything is just... buzzy.

And druggy.

And delicious.

“You feel so good,” I tell her on a low groan as I ease out, swivel my hips, then pump back in.

With an arch of her back, she lets out a long, staggered sigh. Her fingers twist in the sheets. As I thrust, she grips harder.

“More,” she urges, and my God, my Emerson has a bottomless appetite for feeling .

For hard, hot sex.

For hurt.

For intensity.

I pick up the pace then raise a hand again and smack the outside of her thigh.

On a throaty cry, she shudders and grips the sheets so tight her knuckles whiten, pushing her face into the mattress like she can’t bear it. But that won’t do. I want to see her, feel her. Be connected to my woman.

My woman .

Yes, she is mine.

In all the ways.

I lower my chest to her back, still fucking, but I grab her chin. “Wanna look at you,” I tell her.

She turns her face to the side.

And I want to do more than look at her. I crush my lips to hers in a messy kiss.

A kiss that’s all lightning and fire as I take her and kiss her at the same damn time. Smacking her thighs, kneading her ass, kissing and fucking and feeling.

It’s furious and a little out of control, our mouths sliding, bodies slamming. I’m aching to come, but I fight it off.

Need to get her there.

One more rough, dirty kiss and it flips a switch in her. Seconds later, she gasps then shivers all over. Her sounds echo in the room like the anthemic chorus in a rock song. She hits the highest note and falls to pieces under me in a coda of incoherent murmurs and sighs.

My climax slams into me, hitting me all at once. It’s everywhere as I shudder through the blissful sensations, ones I want to experience again and again.

With her.

The next day, and the next.

And every single day after that.