This One Moment (Pushing Limits, #1)(37)

My heart fluttered against my ribs, nudging me to follow through on what the rest of my body wanted me to do. Mistake or not, I leaned down, my chest pressing against Nolan’s. Only difference was, I wasn’t half naked like Nolan. I had my tank top on but my girls were braless.

As the warmth seeped from his body through the thin fabric of my top, my nipples tingled with want and egged me on, like perky cheerleaders. I lightly pressed my lips against his. Nolan didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just watched me through hooded eyes. I gently nipped his lower lip between my teeth. He sucked in a soft breath.

I pulled away but didn’t get far. His hand threaded through my hair and brought my mouth back to his. This time my kiss wasn’t tentative. This time I completely lost myself in it. Tasting Nolan was pure heaven. His tongue stroking mine was pure heaven. I moaned and deepened the kiss.

His hand slipped away from my hair and skimmed down my back. It continued to drift to the side of my breast. He paused there, and I almost whimpered in frustration. I didn’t know what we were to each other these days, and I didn’t want to think about it right now. Even if it was just for one night, I wanted to make love to him. To let him know how I felt about him. To temporarily forget everything else.

While still kissing him, I shifted so his hand covered my breast. Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. My new motto—one I needed printed on my tank top. In reply, he brushed his thumb against my nipple. Desire cannonballed its way from my breast to between my legs. My body jerked slightly and I moaned again.

“Oh, God, Nolan,” I murmured in his ear. “I want you so badly. I want you inside me so badly.” I traced the tip of my tongue against the shell of his ear. Please want me like I want you.

Nolan paused, teasing my nipple. Fear shot through me that maybe I’d misread the situation and he didn’t want me the same way I wanted him.

“Are you sure, Forget-Me-Not? If we do this, everything will change between us. Is that what you want?”

I bit my lip to keep from saying that things had already changed between us. They’d changed years ago. I knew what he meant, though. If we had sex, there’d be no going back to what we used to be, especially because there never could be a him and me. Our lives made that impossible. While we wouldn’t exactly be a one-night stand, it would be close enough. Once he left for L.A., there would be no more us.

But I was willing to take the chance, no matter how much it hurt later on. And it would hurt. A lot.

“Yes,” I said. “It’s what I want…if it’s what you want.”

His hand on my breast moved to my face and his thumb caressed my cheek. The intensity in his eyes almost did me in, and I inhaled sharply. The sound was soft and slightly shaky.

“It’s what I want too,” he said. “More than you can ever realize.”

I pulled away and yanked my tank top off over my head. In the dim light, I could just make out the slow rise and fall of his Adam’s apple.

He reached up and cupped one of my breasts. My ribs were still bruised and slightly sore from the attack, but the discoloration had faded enough so it wasn’t noticeable in this lighting. The last thing I wanted was for Nolan to change his mind about what I sensed we were going to do, worried he might hurt me.

Wonder lit his eyes, like he was gazing upon one of the Seven Wonders of the World. The expression made him even sexier—something I’d never thought possible until now. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“Do you have condoms?” I didn’t want to get all heated up only to realize he didn’t have any in his room. I had some, but I needed to know if I should get them.

He cringed. “I wasn’t planning to get lucky on the trip, so no.”

“I’ll be right back.” I slid off the bed and practically ran to my room. I opened the drawer in my bedside table and removed the box of condoms. I dumped the contents on the bed. Three spilled out. I shook it again. Nothing else joined them. But really, did we need more than three? Unless we were going to be snowed in for the next two days and required steamy sex to stay warm, the answer was no.

But I wouldn’t have complained if we were snowed in. The sacrifice, well worth it.

I grabbed the condoms and rushed back to Nolan’s room. “I have three left.”

Nolan was standing next to the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. My breasts squished against his chest and made them very happy. Then his mouth was on mine again.

One of his hands traveled to my lower back and his thumb stroked lazy circles against my skin. My hands knotted in his hair as our kisses heated up.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. More of him. More of us.

I let my fingers explore his body, enjoying every ridge of the muscles on his stomach. Enjoying the smooth skin above the waistband of his boxer briefs.

I ran my fingertip above the stretch of fabric. His muscles tightened, then relaxed under my touch.

Nolan’s hand moved down to squeeze my butt. It stayed there for a second, then drifted to the waistband of my cotton shorts. I wasn’t the only one excited at what we were doing. His length strained against the fabric of his underwear.

A thrill trembled through me. Touching a guy this way wasn’t new to me. But this was Nolan. The last thing I’d ever expected was to one day touch him so intimately.

Other than in my dreams.