Kill Devil Hills: A Complete Beach Romance Series (4-Book Box Set)

by Sarah Darlington

  He stopped his incessant arranging and stared at me. “Getting comfortable,” he answered, dead serious.

  “On the floor?”

  “The lock on this room doesn’t work. What if someone comes downstairs to check on you? At least we’d have the bed to block us. I’m sure your mom really wants to see my ass.”

  I let out such a loud laugh that I had to smack my hand over my mouth to stifle it. “If I were my mom I’d totally want to see your ass,” I joked. Flopping down in the middle of his cover creation, I stared up at him. “Just saying.”

  “Not funny,” he groaned, giving me a stern face. “And stop messing up all my hard work.”

  “Like this?” I asked, wiggling on the sheets.

  “Yes. Like that.”

  I stopped moving. “Earlier I said something about you not being different,” I uttered. “And I need to take that back. Immediately. You are different—very different. And that’s my favorite thing about you. It’s all your different, weird Noah-isms that I can’t get enough of.”

  He smiled, looking away from me for a moment and running his hand through his hair. Then his eyes came back to settle on mine. Damn, those eyes of his were going to ruin me. “Noah-isms? Don’t tell Ellie that one or she’ll use it daily.” He sighed, inching closer to me, grabbing my legs and lifting them over his lap. His hands rested over my thighs. “I need to ask you something now, mostly because it’s one of those things I need to know or it will drive me insane.”

  “Okay.”

  “Did Logan cheat on you?”

  Heat crept up my neck. “Yes. What made you ask that?”

  “Something you implied earlier.” He shook his head, groaning and swearing under his breath.

  Ugh. I wished he hadn’t brought this up now. But either way, after my behavior earlier, I felt I owed him an explanation. “It happened about a month after we got together. I had a track meet or something and hadn’t been at the same party he’d been at. He drank too much and ended up spending the night with another girl. I never asked who.”

  “But you forgave him?”

  “Yes. I guess. I don’t know. I forgave him, but I never really got over it. I think that’s why when I saw you with Sydney earlier, I thought what happened with Logan was happening all over again. I know now that I was wrong. Like I said, you’re different.” I shrugged. “Can we stop talking about this? We were having such a good conversation before. And…well…I thought you were going to make love to me.”

  “I will.” He smiled briefly. “Very soon.” He shifted, and finally laid down beside me on our cover-nest-creation-thingy. “It’s not really my business, but you shouldn’t have put up with his shit. I don’t understand how anyone could ever be distracted by someone else when they’ve got your attention. Only an asshole would give up on an amazing girl like you, Georgie. I mean that. And that won’t be me. So if you see me talking with a girl, anywhere, know that I’m only talking. Come over and fucking say hi. Because I don’t like conversations with ninety-nine point nine percent of people and most likely I’ll be in need of your rescuing. Okay?”

  I nodded, my skin burning a little too hot and my heart pounding a little too hard. Noah had a way of making me feel very cared for, very safe, very special…very everything. With him I was impervious to the rest of the world. And that was such a good feeling.

  “I should have said hi,” I whispered.

  “You should have said hi,” he repeated.

  “I can’t believe you asked me to be your girlfriend though. That was pretty unexpected. But I liked it.” I smiled, turning and hiding against our shared pillow.

  “Whatever,” he said and cupped my face in his hands. He forced my eyes to stay on his as he inched a little closer. “What the hell ever. It’s what I wanted.” He took a deep breath, his hands on my face continuing to hold tight. “I’m going to make love to you now. I’m going to make you come and then I’m probably going to want to snuggle after.”

  Noah was so serious that I could only nod in response.

  He stood, unexpectedly, leaving me. He moved across the room and flipped off the light. Black coated everything. My only company was the steady, soft sound of the rain as I waited in our little nest of blankets for him to find his way through the dark room and back to me.

  It felt like an eternity ticked by, the eagerness of what was to come taking over every one of my senses—I couldn’t wait for his touch, his smell, his taste. And then suddenly he was right there with me, lying beside me. His hands found their way to my hair. Tugging it tight, he drew me in closer against him…until my lips connected with his. His kiss was warm and thick with emotion. His tongue dipped into my mouth, meeting mine with a light touch.

  I swear I forgot my own name. I forgot everything in the world that mattered and everything that didn’t. I forgot that we were on a basement floor and that my parents were only two floors above us. I forgot the fears, the doubts, and the past. Instead, I gave in to Noah. He was the only thing that existed, and I wanted this moment to last forever.

  His kiss was tender, but it grew and changed into something rougher, something that meant to claim. Suddenly, we were in a mad race to get each other’s clothing off. I think when Noah said ‘make love’ he meant he wanted to go slow, but the pull between us was too powerful for that. There was a desperation, and it was impossible to fight. The same thing had happened on the sand. I’m certain he hadn’t planned to take things as far as he did that first time. But, as sure as the stars in the sky, we had sex anyway. Just like it was going to happen now.

  Too many layers of clothing blocked our way and we both moved to help each other undress. Pants, shirts, shorts, underwear—all of it gone in a matter of seconds. We were left skin against glorious skin, both of us breathing heavy. Noah took a new position on top of me, moving between my legs. His weight and warmth pinned me against the cotton covers, and I ran my fingers over the hard edges of his back. My eyes had adjusted some to the darkness. Faintly, I could see his handsome, strong face watching me—the want and need screaming in his eyes had me wiggling under his fine body.

  He whispered my name and his hot mouth moved down to brush lightly across one of my breasts. My nipples puckered under his touch. “You’re so beautiful. You drive me crazy,” he uttered. His words warmed my already blazing skin more than even his mouth. “And I can’t control myself with you.” He sounded both bothered and excited by his own words. His tongue circle around one nipple and then he moved to do the same with the other. I held my breath as I watched. Swearing softly, he stopped for a moment and rested his forehead against my heaving chest. “And I love that I can’t keep even a shred of control with you.”

  “Noah,” I whispered. It was a plea.

  “Yes?”

  I couldn’t comprehend much beyond the hot ache that had formed deep in my abdomen. I wanted more from him. I wanted him to lose himself in me like he had earlier this morning. “Don’t stop,” I managed. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

  “I won’t, Georgie. Not now. Not ever.”

  His mouth moved lower, down my body, kissing everywhere his lips made contact. Something intense was building under my skin, from his kisses alone, and I didn’t think I’d ever get used to how easily he could affect me. It was a crazy-scary, crazy-good, crazy-intense feeling.

  But then suddenly he pulled back—his big hands cupping under my thighs. He lifted me, moving me, positioning me closer to him. I couldn’t see much through the darkness, so I couldn’t tell what he was about to do. Earlier, on the beach, he’d surprised me. One moment I’d been without him, needy and waiting, and then the next thing I knew he was pressing his erection inside me, filling me as deep as he could go. Honestly, it had hurt a little. Noah had been gentle and slow initially, and it was the type of hurt that was the good kind of hurt, but he was bigger than what I was used to and it had taken me a few moments to adjust. Even now, I was still a tiny bit sore from our first time—like a reminder—and somehow t
hat made me only want him more. I ached to feel him inside me again.

  But instead of doing as I expected, I suddenly felt his hot open mouth against me. I gasped. I hadn’t expected that. Of everything he could have done, I never really thought he’d do that. No guy had ever tasted me like this before. I didn’t even know guys liked to do this. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop—I was too embarrassed. But the warm caress of his tongue and mouth, mimicking the soft yet hard way he kissed, had me doing nothing to end this. Instead, I arched my back and pressed into his mouth. Each stroke of his tongue forced me closer and closer to something I desperately needed to reach.

  “Noah,” I moaned. Actually, I might have purred and rocked against his face, but I can’t be certain. I was too far beyond the point of embarrassment to care. The buildup inside me was too much. I rested my arms above my head. “Shit, Noah. Yes!”

  At my words he stopped.

  Swiftly he moved up my body and pressed one kiss to my lips. His thumb took the place of where his mouth had previously been. He stroked in the slowest, laziest, half-assed, but still amazing, little circles. I think he did this because he wanted to keep me close to my climax, but at the same time, he didn’t want me to come yet either. “You’ve got to be quiet, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. “Okay?” The painfully slow movement of his thumb continued. Now he was flat-out torturing me. “Next time we do this we’ll be in my bed where you can be as loud as you want. Because there is nothing sweeter than hearing you say my name while I’m buried deep inside you. But for now you have to stay quiet. Promise me you will.”

  Stuck in some kind of erotic haze, I managed to choke out an, “I’ll be quiet.” My whole body tingled, and I was seconds away from combusting. It didn’t matter how slowed he moved, I was going to come anyway.

  Then, suddenly, he stopped moving all together and his touch left me. I would have cursed him, but something that wasn’t his finger nudged against my very ready entrance. Holy shit. Our flesh was touching and I was breathing so hard, it felt as if I was running some kind of marathon. Noah didn’t waste any more time. He kissed me hard, pressing his tongue inside my mouth, and at the very same moment, he thrust deep inside me. There was nothing slow or easy about the way he penetrated me. It was powerful. It was complete. It was life changing. And the very moment he slammed inside me, the orgasm I’d been hovering around hit my entire body like a wrecking ball.

  It shattered me.

  Electric wave after wonderful electric waved zapped through me. He withdrew and pumped deep inside me once more, and then he repeated this motion—again and again. I would have cried out, had I been capable of it, but Noah’s mouth was still pressed to mine. He crushed his chest to my chest, unyielding in his strokes, as wonderful, perfect tremors continued to rock my body. My vision blurred as the muscles within me clutched hard around him.

  “Fuck me,” Noah swore, his mouth leaving mine so we could both breathe.

  The moment lasted and lasted, until I couldn’t take anymore.

  I grabbed his tight, drool-worthy ass to stop his movements. My tremors were slowing, and I’d become too sensitive. I needed him to pause for a moment. He stilled, resting his forehead against mine.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I’d turned into liquid goo under him, and I loved it. In this moment, I’d never felt closer to another human being. I’d never felt so wanted or so safe. I muttered something, but I didn’t think whatever I said came out as actual words.

  “I’m going to take that as a yes,” he said and started to move again—slower this time.

  CHAPTER 19

  NOAH

  Fuck. I forgot a damn condom. Again. Something about her made something very primal about me roar to life. And when that happened, my brain stopped functioning properly. I’d been with several women over the years. I was no saint. I’d been with girls who liked sex slow and those who liked it fast, some who faked orgasms, some who I was certain didn’t, some who liked it missionary, and those who liked it wilder.

  Nobody compared to Georgie.

  Nobody made me lose my mind like her.

  Uttering every curse word in my vocabulary, I pulled out and moved for my pants. I found them and the single condom I’d pocketed earlier. Thinking I wouldn’t cross the line and have sex in her parents’ home, I’d nearly not brought any at all. But thankfully I’d changed my mind at the last second and had at least the one. Dammit. I already knew one wouldn’t be nearly enough, so I was going to have to make this one count. But before I could put it on and finish what I’d started, the light in the room needed to be back on.

  She was hard to see through the darkness, and I really wanted to see her. I flipped it on, and she automatically shielded her eyes. She lay, so gloriously naked, on the white sheets beneath where I stood. Her hair fanned the pillow and as she uncovered her face, her big blue eyes glared up at me.

  “Sorry,” I offered, but I wasn’t sorry. “I needed to see you.” Spotting my t-shirt on the edge of the stripped bed, I grabbed it and tossed it over the lamp shade. It dimmed the room somewhat. Then I stepped over her, ripped the packaging on the condom, and started to roll it over my length. Her eyes were far too alert and way too focused on the spot between my legs. It made such a simple thing difficult. And very erotic. Her laying there and watching me like that—my knees were going weak.

  “Georgie,” I whispered.

  She sat up, her dark hair a wild mess around that pretty face, and she reached for me. Her small hand touched my bigger one. I froze. She was on her knees and right in front of me. She forced my hand to roll the condom in the opposite direction. It reached the head of my penis and dropped to the floor.

  My throat felt dry and scratchy and for the life of me I couldn’t move.

  With the lightest touch, her fingers trailed over my skin. Then, my heart burning like the sun stuck inside my chest, she leaned her sweet body forward and those plump lips of hers kissed the tip. I nearly lost my shit. She pressed a second soft kiss there, while her wide eyes continued to stare straight up at me.

  “I’m nervous, Noah,” she muttered, her tongue taking a small lick. “I’ve never done this before.”

  Hell, I wouldn’t be able to last ten seconds in her mouth. Not now. Not ever. Gripping her strong, little triceps, I pulled her up to her feet and against me. “Not now then. Let’s save it for another night. There’s no rush and I want back inside you anyway.”

  She nodded.

  Laying her back down on our covers, I moved between her thighs and slowly entered her. My thrusts this time were steady and sure—the way waves crashing on a shore are steady and sure. Sex wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t frantic or desperate. I took my time and savored every moment.

  I wasn’t exactly sure how I managed to get my control back, but I did. If this were just about me getting off, I would have let her take me in her mouth. I wouldn’t have cared how long I lasted or whether or not she enjoyed the moment. But I cared. That had always been the difference with her. I cared so fucking much it hurt.

  My hands explored and caressed. My lips kissed and tasted. My eyes memorized. Sex with her—fast or slow—was making love. I knew that with certainty now, but really I’d known it all along. And when I brought her to an orgasm again, feeling her dig her fingers into my arms, arch her back, say my name, and struggle to keep quiet—only then did I let myself follow her over that edge.

  But dammit, like the complete fool that I was, I’d once again forgotten the condom. C’mon Noah! Do you have shit for brains? I guess I did because nothing separated her from me. So much pleasure consumed me, eating me alive and spitting me back out, that I barely pulled out in time. This moment was just as intense as our first time on the beach. And everything was magnified by the way she watched me in awe—as if she’d never seen a man come on her skin before. Damn.

  The energy drained from me. I wanted to collapse beside her on our covers, but the urge to help her get cleaned up was over
whelming. I gave her a small smile, a kiss on her thigh and then one on her lips, and quickly went for the bathroom. Taking my chances being naked out in the open, confident Georgie and I had been quiet enough not to wake the entire house, I found a washcloth in the linen closet and then ran it under warm water in the bathroom.

  Coming back to the guestroom, I found her exactly as I’d left her. She said nothing as I dropped beside her and washed away the evidence of our lovemaking from her stomach. I folded the washcloth and next ran it between her legs. Wide, confused eyes stared at me. I guess no one had ever taken care of her after sex, which plain pissed me the hell off. I ignored the jealousy and anger that surged in me for a moment, set the washcloth on the desk with the lamp, and returned to make good on my promise to snuggle with her.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered, a few far inches away from me.

  “Yes, I did. Most of the things I do are things I have to do. Now come closer.” I caught her waist and yanked her warm body in next to mine. She nuzzled against me. Her head rested on my chest and her leg hooked over my left thigh. It was damn nice. I listened to the rain and her soft breaths. She settled something in me I never knew needed settling. Only with her, I could relax in a way that wasn’t possible for me before.

  “Noah?” she asked. “You asleep?”

  My eyes had drifted closed, but I wasn’t ready for sleep. “No, not yet.”

  “How come you like to sleep on the right side? Always the right.”

  I let out a deep sigh, thinking over how to answer. I wanted to be completely honest but didn’t want to scare her off either.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, noticing my hesitation. “Forget I asked you that. I’m sorry.”

  “No,” I answered quickly. “Don’t apologize. You can ask whatever. But it’s one of those ‘don’t want to burden you with my shit’ things. And it’s not the right side of the bed I’m particular about it—it’s the side closest to the door.” I gripped her hand that rested on my chest, intertwining our fingers. It wasn’t easy for me to talk about this. In fact, I’d never spoke to anyone about any of this. “I spent my high school years with my uncle. Did you know that?” I started.