Nothing Less

Chapter Seventeen.

Songs for this chapter are:

False alarm- Becky Hill & Matoma

Let's Love- Echosmith 

Capsize- Frenship & emily warren

Close- Nick Jonas 

Her lips on mine are more than welcomed, but not exactly the first thing I thought she would do when I saw her standing in my doorway. But here she is, pushing my shoulders against the back of the door, her breath hot on my lips. Her hands are wild as her body presses against me and I attempt to catch my breath.

I put my hands on her hips and her teeth gently pull at my lower lip. I lift one of my hands up to cup her breast and my fingers brush over her hard nipple. She's not wearing a bra. Why is she not? Did she come here to seduce me?

I sure hope so.

When she pulls away, I reach for her. My back is tight against the door and she's stepping away from me. Red stains of lipstick surround her full lips and I lick mine to remember the taste.

"I..." Nora searches for words. Her eyes circle the room and land back on me. Her mouth falls open and she doesn't speak.

I don't think I want to hear what she has to say. Well, usually I do, but not right at this moment. She's good at making excuses for why we shouldn't be doing what we're doing and right now, I want to grab her by the waist and pull her to me. Her breasts are full, barely contained by the low cut of her shirt. What is this outfit she's wearing? The thin straps on her shoulders seem to be capable of holding the thin cloth up. The red of the shirt is as bright as her lipstick.

"What are you wearing?" I ask her, mesmerized by the shirt. Nora cocks her head to the side and looks at me.

She looks down at her outfit and back to me. "Clothes?"

I really should learn to think before I speak. It's definitely something that I could use some work on. To try to wash away that awkward moment, I reach for Nora's arm and pull her back to me. She doesn't stop me from pulling her into my arms and holding her.

"I missed you. When you were gone just now," I tell her through our passion. She's so warm, her body feels like summer nights in Michigan, humid air and fire flies twinkling in the yard. I would catch them in a jar, but let them go soon after. Nora reminds me of a firefly, surprising and bright. Not to be kept in a jar.

She makes a sound, like a sigh, and her hand touches my stomach and travels down, lifting my t-shirt up. When her fingernails slide down my bare skin, I remember the first time she touched me in my bathroom. Her finger slid down my stomach and I should have just grabbed her by the ponytail and kissed her mouth. I should have tasted her lips and felt her body melt into mine the way that it is right now. But I didn't, and somehow we still got here.

Her hand continues lower and she brushes over my arousal. She's completely hijacked my body, heeding control in the most visceral way. Her tongue teases at mine and I tug at the top of the fabric of her soft, silky shirt to expose her breasts to me.

Nora grips my cock in her hand and I feel the familiar aching pull in the bottom of my stomach. I groan for her and she grips harder. The pressure almost hurts, but the pleasure overpowers the pain and I reach down to unbutton my pants. Her hands assist, tugging them down to my legs.

"Are we alone?" She asks, her voice low.

I can't help the small laugh that escapes my lips. Looking down at my pants around my ankles, I ask, "You're asking this now?"