Yep, she could squeeze those thighs tight around his waist. Holy.

Nolan made a split-second decision to head directly into the bedroom instead of the living room, which was closer, mainly because the couch was barely long enough for him to stretch his seventy-eight inches out on and he had no desire to end up on the floor. Between her doing something to his ear with her tongue and teeth and the subtle bounce of her breasts against his chest, he almost second-guessed the bedroom decision, but he groaned and picked up the pace into his sleeping space.

Hopefully, there wouldn’t be a lot of sleeping going on tonight.

He tried to keep his cool and sit down calmly, but the moment he began to lower himself, Bridget loosened her grip on his waist and somehow managed to get him flat on his back on the bed. She wiggled her eyebrows mischievously and kissed the tip of his nose.

“How the hell did you do that?” he asked and then groaned when she undulated across his torso and groin.

“Oh, no, you’re not going to get all of my secrets out of me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Bridget covered his mouth with hers in a hot kiss that had his cock straining against his zipper. She wriggled against Nolan’s chest, the tips of her nipples tautened into hard peaks. He danced his fingers down her back and up her sides, ending at her breasts. She sucked in a breath, arching her back, which thrust her breasts closer to him and gave him better access to catch those taut tips in his mouth. Nolan slid one hand under her jeans, delighted that she was wearing another tiny pair of thong underwear.

“Well, it’s no secret that I like these.” He grinned and ran a thick digit against the cleft of her ass and down to her folds. Bridget whimpered as he slipped one finger inside, a sound that made his cock jump. Breathing heavily, Nolan slipped his other hand between their two bodies and flicked the button of her jeans until he worked it through the buttonhole, and then he dragged down her zipper.

He moved his other hand, and she growled—growled—at him. “Nolan,” she threatened. She was breathing hard, her mouth slack with perceived want, so he kissed her as he began working her jeans over her hips. This lasted about thirty seconds before Bridget popped up and pushed her pants down. While she tried to free her feet from the constraints of her trousers, she fumbled with Nolan’s button fly, grunting.

“You are not allowed to wear button fly pants anymore, buddy boy.” She unfastened the last button and grasped the waistband of his jeans. But then she looked him in the eye and licked her lips. “Please say you want this, Nol.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, I want it.”

“Thank God.” She wrestled his pants down his legs and off his body and then began to crawl up the bed. Only, she forgot that her pants weren’t completely off, and she went down in a heap on the floor.

“Bridget?” Nolan sat bolt upright to find Bridget on the floor, her mouth in an “O” of surprise. “You okay?”

Bridget cackled until she snorted, and then laughed harder. Tears ran down her face as she paddled her feet to remove the constraining jeans. And then she sat cross-legged on the floor and laughed some more, only to emit a surprised yip when Nolan hauled her up onto the bed and rolled her under him.

“Oh, yeah. I’m okay,” she whispered with a shy grin. She shrugged a shoulder and looked at him with such affection that Nolan found himself with a lump in his throat.

“Nolan.”

“Bridget.”

She stroked his jaw, her fingers curling into his beard. “Nolan,” she repeated and kissed him.

He pulled her closer, very conscious of his cock rubbing against the lace of her panties, which she had not removed. He pressed his hand into her lower back and did one tentative grind against her. “Bridget, is this okay?” he asked in a shaky voice.

She answered by wrapping her thighs around his and winding her arms around his back so that she was pressed against him in a full body hug.

“Yes,” she whispered back, curling up into him once, twice. “Yes, please.”

He took her face in his hands, kissing her reverently, softly, and then harder, biting her lip, nipping her chin. He moved to her neck, to her delicate earlobe, lips whispering kisses and words while he explored her body’s curves, the dips above her hips, the dimples on her lower back.

“I want . . . ,” he began and then licked his lips. He had her jaw gripped softly in his hand, and he compelled her to look into his eyes. “Bridget, I want . . .” He blew out a breath and rested his forehead against hers. “I want to love you.”

His heart throbbed in his chest. He was sure that she thought he was having a heart attack, his heart was beating that hard, especially when she moved those delicate, bruised hands to the line down his chest. But she surprised him by pulling her hands down and wiggling the lacy panties off and then pushing him over onto his back, straddling him.

Bridget sat up, her back straight and breasts thrust out as she slowly began to rock her hips. She thumbed the head of his cock, smearing the thick liquid that oozed from the tip. Then she stopped and took a deep breath.

Nolan chuckled and put his hands on her hips. “Yeah. Uh, I think I need to get . . .” He cleared his throat and fumbled for the nightstand drawer, but Bridget clasped her fingers through his, stopping him.

“Do you trust me?” Bridget squeezed his hand.

Nolan swallowed hard. It wasn’t her that he didn’t trust, but he squeezed her hand back anyway. When she smiled at him, the affection in her eyes tamped down all his anxiety. And when she guided his hard cock into her and began rocking against him, he forgot everything else. Absolutely nothing existed except the two of them in his king-size bed.

Bridget was smiling the little half smile that she got right before she dealt a devastating blow. She’d be a terrible poker player. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip while Nolan rolled his hips against hers, watching her as her mouth slackened with pleasure. Nolan ran his fingers over her eyebrows, her cheekbones, her lips before stroking the tips of her breasts with the back of his hands. She whimpered when he lightly rolled her tight nipples between his index finger and thumb. A fine coat of perspiration coated her chest, and Nolan couldn’t help but lick the moisture from her collarbone with his tongue. The cry that came from Bridget when he shifted caused his cock to twitch. He sat up and pulled Bridget up so they sat chest to breast, and he held her hips steady as he increased the pace of his thrusting.

“You doing okay?” he panted, adding his own guttural groan to Bridget’s.

Bridget didn’t open her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. “Perfect,” she whispered. She licked her lips and wriggled her hips in a figure eight. Her eyes popped open, and she threw her arms around Nolan’s neck.

“God, I’m so . . . close.” Bridget’s hands tightened in his hair, and her body jolted while her core spasmed around him. He pulled her down onto to his hard shaft, spearing her while thrusting in short, hard bursts until Bridget called his name, pulling at his hair almost painfully while she attacked his mouth with hers. When she dragged her fingernails over his own sensitive nipples, he couldn’t take the added sensation, so he held her tight as he blew, and they spiraled down together.

Finally, Nolan pulled Bridget down with him and they lay together, limbs intertwined as Nolan pressed soft, sweet kisses to her forehead while Bridget nuzzled into his neck.

“That’s just what I needed,” she murmured against his chest. Nolan chuckled, and when he felt Bridget begin to giggle, he was overwhelmed with the urge to just kiss her, so he did.