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13. NOELLE

Chapter thirteen

I tossed his shirt at him and demanded, “Get your ass over here, Mr. Captain.” I wasn’t willing to let this opportunity slip away.

He walked over to me, looped the shirt around my neck like a scarf, gave me a chaste kiss, and took a half-step back. “Sorry, pretty lady, but we’re done for the night.”

Guilt was etched on his face, as if he regretted allowing things to become sexual between us. I knew what was coming before he even said the words: “I don’t want to take advantage of you, Noelle. We’ve both had a lot to drink, and I don’t think it’s a good idea to cross that line right now.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off. “And besides, I don’t have any condoms on me. I doubt your aunt Mary has any lying around.”

I huffed, irritated by his sudden change of heart. “I told you, I have an IUD, and Blake required we have all the tests done and then some. I’m completely healthy. What about you ?” I challenged, my eyes locking onto his. “I just swallowed a half gallon of your cum. You’d better be clean.”

Kol chuckled—a low, rumbling sound that sent little flares and sparks zipping through me. “There’s that mouth again,” he said, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “But yes, I’m clean. I get an FAA medical every six months, and like I told you —I’m very selective.”

I rolled my eyes. It was clear he was trying to let me down easy, but his insistence only fueled my determination. “So I get it. It’s not really the lack of condoms. You’re implying I’m not good enough. Oh, and that as long as you got off, everything is good?”

Inside, I was seething. But damn, he was hot, and after the shitty day I’d had, I deserved some satisfaction too. The wine had made me brave, and I wasn’t about to back down now. “Besides, I never take the lazy way out.” I threw his words back at him like a dagger.

I could tell by the blow job I’d given him earlier that he prided himself on being dominant, and my words would either incite him into action or send him packing. Either way, it was time for him to put up or shut up.

Kol’s eyes narrowed, conflict raging within them. He was used to being in control, to calling the shots, and clearly my defiance was throwing him off his game.

“You’re a lot of work, but I’m still willing to give it a go,” I said smugly as I jammed my fist on my cocked-out hip. “Talk about high-maintenance,” I said, letting out a dramatic breath.

I was pushing him to the brink, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, and I was tired of playing games. But one thing was certain—I wouldn’t make it easy for him.

“Fuck me, Kol,” I demanded. “I’m not going to tell you again.”

The air between us crackled as we stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. The way he watched me hungrily left no doubt in my mind that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But would he give in to his urges, or would he continue to hold back, driven by some misplaced sense of chivalry?

My heart pounded against my ribcage, matching the rhythm of the snow and ice falling against the windowpanes. Kol’s nostrils flared, and his eyes turned black as his pupils blew wide. I’d poked the bear, and now he was awake.

In a flash of motion, his hand snapped around and fisted the hair in the back of my head. He yanked me toward him, our lips crashing together as he wrapped his other hand around my waist and pulled me against his hard shaft. A thrill shot through me; I’d finally gotten through to him.

I wrapped an arm around his neck, and using my good leg, jumped up and locked my legs around his waist. He caught me by the ass, his fingers gripping my cheeks tightly. As I squirmed against his shaft, his shirt wafted to the floor. A deep growl rumbled in his throat. The feral sound vibrated through me, igniting every nerve ending with raw need.

Kol walked us over to our makeshift bed on the floor and laid me back, never breaking the kiss. We melted into a tangle of hands, lips, and tongues, frantically devouring each other. He had one hand under my head and the other under my lower back, keeping me pulled close against him. My legs stayed locked around his waist as I ground against the bulge in his sweatpants. He kissed me like a man starved, as if he was depending on me for his very survival. And God help me, I wanted to be his to feast upon .

Yes, yes, this was exactly what I wanted, to lose myself in the moment. All action, no thinking. Only carnal pleasure. “Kol, I need you inside me now,” I begged between kisses. “I want you hard and fast.”

He pulled back, his lips leaving mine, and inhaled deeply. Looking down at me, he gave me a little kiss on my nose and then on my forehead. “I think it’s time you learn a little patience,” he teased.

He pushed up onto his elbow, leaving his fingers tangled in my hair. Then, using the other hand, he slowly traced a line from my chin down my throat, over my collarbone, and then lower, his touch setting off explosions along my hypersensitive skin.

His fingers continued their journey, skimming over the swell of my breasts, down my belly, and stopping just before he reached the place where I craved him most. The contact ignited a shiver across my skin, causing me to arch my back in a silent plea for more.

But then, without warning, his touch vanished. A cool rush of air replaced the heat of his hands as he pulled away. He rolled to the side and stood, leaving me cold and aching. Disappointment flashed through me, sharp and unexpected.

“Come back. Where are you going?” I asked, confused. Was he having second thoughts?

“The more you demand, the longer you will have to wait,” he warned, making my insides clench with anticipation.

“So bossy,” I whispered under my breath, earning a tsk from him.

He shook his head and strode over to the Christmas tree, taking his time to untangle one of the large red velvet ribbons draped over its branches. At the sight of it in his hand, my mind raced with possibilities .

When he returned, he kneeled beside me, gently taking my hand and helping me to sit up next to him.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded.

I pursed my lips skeptically, exhaling a dramatic sigh.

“Noelle.”

The way my name rolled off his lips had me obeying without further argument.

Kol brought the ribbon to my closed eyes, wrapping it behind my head and tying a firm knot. The ribbon pressed securely against my eyes, blocking out every hint of light. I tried to peek, but he had tied it expertly, leaving no room for cheating. He guided the ribbon’s tails to the front under my chin, tying the strands into a snug bow against my throat—not too tight, but enough to ensure there was no chance of it slipping loose. The ends of the ribbon dangled loosely over my collarbones, brushing against my skin like a teasing caress. He seemed to have done this a million times, his fingers deft and sure as they manipulated the ribbon, and I couldn’t ignore the flicker of jealousy that thought induced.

The lack of sight and the ribbon’s restraint left me at Kol’s mercy, a dangerous place I never thought I’d be. My pulse quickened in my throat, my breath catching slightly in anticipation of what might come. The loss of control was both exhilarating and terrifying.

As if sensing my trepidation, he took my hand in his. “Hey, it’s just you and me here, Noelle. No rush, no pressure. This is all about you, about your pleasure. I want you to feel everything, to experience it all without any distractions.” His fingers brushed against my cheek. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to trust him, even if only in this moment. Kol wasn’t like Blake or any of the other guys I’d been with. His focus was entirely on me. No other man had ever taken the time to explore my body. But Kol…was a different breed altogether. He was a confident man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. At this moment, he aimed to uncover what would make me burn with need.

Yet, despite his gentleness, I couldn’t shake off the nervousness that hummed through my veins. It was a testament to how quickly the dynamic between us had shifted from playful teasing to this—him taking complete control over me. My lower lip started to quiver, and I quickly bit down on it.

“Relax,” he instructed. “Blindfolding you enhances everything you’ll feel in the best of ways.”

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pressing his fingers gently against my throat. It was a gesture of dominance, a claim of ownership that sent a thrill coursing through me. His other arm slid under my knees, and he lifted me effortlessly off the floor before lowering me gently back onto the blankets of our makeshift bed. The softness of the fabric against my bare skin and the warmth of the nearby fireplace soothed my nerves.

His hand, the one that had been under my knees, glided up my shin to my knee, pressing down firmly before pulling my leg open. Instinctively, I reacted by snapping my legs together.

“Mm-mm,” he growled. “Don’t move unless I say so.” He moved my leg back, opening me up to him, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

Then came the rustling sound of him shoving his sweatpants down, the fabric sliding against his skin and hitting the floor with a soft thud. I could picture him standing there, naked and proud, his eyes roaming over my body. Even without my sight, he was larger than life, his presence filling the room. He exuded strength and control. At this moment, I had no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing .

He moved between my knees, carefully pushing my other leg to the side. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of Christmas music playing softly in the background. The silence told me he was scrutinizing every inch of my body, laid bare before him, and the thought sent a rush of heat flooding through me. A hot flush spread from my chest to my cheeks as my heart rate kicked up.

He moved his hands slowly, tracing the curves of my waist and hips with deliberate precision. His thumbs grazed my skin, dipping into the hollows just above my hip bones, making me shiver. Then his breath was tickling my chest, his lips brushing across my ribcage. He moved down toward my belly, nipping lightly. Each touch was calculated, every press of his lips sending little jolts of heat coursing through me. His grip tightened on my hips, strong and possessive, as my body melted under him, surrendering to his touch.

Then he shifted, and his warm hands came to rest on my thighs. He let out an approving growl. “Now, that’s the prettiest present I ever did see.”

“Oh, my—”

“Don’t speak,” he commanded.

I rolled my lips in, fighting the urge to talk. I was a talker, always had been, and he knew it. He knew how hard this was for me, how much I wanted to fill the silence with words. But he also knew that I got off on this, on him being in charge, on him pushing my boundaries. And damn if it didn’t send an electric current rushing over my skin and a delicious tingle straight to my clit. It was intoxicating to be the focus of his attention, as though I were truly the center of his universe.

Kol seemed intent on savoring every moment, stretching time until it became a malleable, pliant thing in his hands. His deliberate and precise way of claiming my body would leave an indelible mark on my memory. It was both exciting and a little terrifying, the thought of this confident, possessive pilot taking command of my pleasure.

His fingertips traced the sensitive skin of my inner thigh with a featherlight touch that sent fiery sparks zinging across my nerve endings, causing me to squeeze my legs together involuntarily once more. This time, his rebuke came swiftly, a harsh “No” that acted as both a warning and a reminder of who held the reins.

He was testing me—I knew it—but I didn’t dare move, not because I was afraid but because ever since he’d walked up to me at the airport with that ready-to-do-battle scowl, I’d wanted to take him on, to push him to his limits, and see who would end up on top.

Just as quickly as he had breezed in between my legs, he was gone, withdrawing his touch and leaving me wanting. I lay there, practically vibrating with need and frustration, my skin overly sensitive, my pussy throbbing with every beat of my heart, aching for his touch.

And so I waited in silence for him to make the next move. It was a calculated risk, placing my trust in him, but after everything we’d shared today, this was just another step along the path we were now on together. And as uncomfortable as it was to let go, to relinquish control, something deep inside told me it was worth it to see where this journey with Mr. Captain might ultimately lead.

I heard Kol in the kitchen—the pantry door creaking open, followed by the clatter of a drawer being pulled out and shut again. My senses were on high alert, every sound magnified, every nerve ending tingling. Here I was, sprawled out on the floor, legs spread wide, feeling ridiculous. Was he really grabbing a snack? But I didn’t move, didn’t call out to him. I couldn’t .

The vibration of the floor under my back signaled his approach. The rasp of a metal can being tugged open right in front of me made me curious. He was there, looming over me, but I still didn’t move or speak.

“How is it, Stinkerbelle,” he mused, “that sometimes you submit to me so completely, while at other times you’re impossible to tame?”

I didn’t reply. He was baiting me, trying to provoke a reaction. But I was too stubborn to relent. I wanted him too much to risk saying something stupid and causing him to walk away for the night. The idea of the yummy ways he might punish me did cross my mind, but I pushed it aside. I needed him—for him to want me when no one else did.

Kol chuckled. Good , I thought. I’d pleased him. Now, I just needed to wait for my reward.

It didn’t take long. Kol’s lips found mine in a soft, sweet kiss. He tasted of pineapple, and I licked the juice from my lips as he moved away. He remained close, crunching on a chunk of pineapple. I swallowed hard, my mouth watering, but I remained unmoving and silent.

The blankets moved, and there was a clunk on the end table as he set down the can. Then, he settled next to me, draping one leg between my thighs. His muscular thigh pressed against my center, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His hard shaft bulged against my hip, promising more to come. He ran a hand up the side of my leg before moving over the curves of my waist and coming to rest around the swell of my breast. His large hand was just big enough to envelop it.

I couldn’t stop the needy whine that escaped me. I arched into his hand, desperate for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” Kol murmured. “You like being at my mercy, don’t you, Stinkerbelle? ”

I gave a small, helpless nod. I did like it. I liked it too much.

His thumb brushed over my nipple, a light, teasing touch that had me gasping. He circled it slowly, gently. I squirmed beneath him, trying to press closer to increase the friction. But he held me in place.

“Not so fast,” he chided. “We’re doing this my way, remember?”

A whimper of frustration and need escaped me. I wanted him to go faster, to give me more.

His hand moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. His touch was slow and deliberate, each brush of his thumb sending tingles of pleasure straight to my core. Wetness pooled between my legs. My body was begging for his touch.

“Kol,” I breathed, his name a plea on my lips. “Please…”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. “Please what?” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Tell me what you want.”

I hesitated, heat spreading across my cheeks again. I wasn’t used to being so open. But Kol made me want to be. He made me want to bare myself to him, body and soul.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I want you to touch me. To make me come.”

He smiled against my lips. “Good girl,” he praised. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Kol’s lips found that ever-so-sensitive spot behind my ear, and he trailed kisses down my jaw before claiming my mouth with his. He entwined the fingers of his other hand in my hair, pulling me toward him. While he pressed his lips hard against mine, his tongue explored every crevice with wicked intent. The lingering taste of pineapple made my mouth water as my own juices pooled against his thigh. Of course, he felt it too, and rewarded me by sliding his thigh up and down my core .

Kol kissed me ferociously, as if it would be the last kiss he would ever experience. Our tongues tangled in a teasing battle. Letting my submissive role slip, I captured his tongue with my lips and sucked on it in a methodical rhythm that made his cock jerk next to my hip. With a grunt, he pulled back, capturing my lower lip between his teeth and slowly dragging them back as I’d done to him earlier—a pleasurable payback.

Kol kissed my cheek and then maneuvered around the bow tied under my chin, nipping and licking his way across my collarbone and down my breast, finally taking my nipple with his teeth. He tugged on it, which fired off an inferno of need that settled low in my belly. I didn’t know if it was from the heat of the fireplace or the heat of his body, but suddenly I was burning with desire.

Oh, how I wanted him to give me friction where I craved him most, but I knew better than to demand it. His need for control radiated from every inch of his being, and after everything he’d done for me today, I wanted to please him more than I wanted to be satisfied.

I realized then that my fingers were so tightly entwined in the blankets that they ached. I desperately wanted to touch him, but he’d not given me permission, so I held onto the blankets for dear life as his mouth worked wonders on my taut, aching breasts.

Then, with no warning, his thigh moved away from my center and to my side, leaving me cold and still unsatisfied. His hand wandered over every contour and curve of my body and then ventured lower, gliding over my mound and coming to rest there. He held still for a moment, his hand cupping me as if he were claiming me. Then his middle finger dipped into my wet center before moving up to the little bundle of nerves that was begging for his attention. Taking his time, he caressed and flicked my clit, making my belly coil tight with tension. My walls clenched with need. Leisurely, he pushed one finger, then two, inside of me, eliciting a whimper.

“Mmm, baby, how fucking wet your needy little pussy is for me.”

His movement was slow and easy at first, but as I arched toward each of his strokes, his rhythm became more fierce, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. Just when I was on the brink of climaxing, he cruelly withdrew his fingers, not allowing me to come.

I cried out in frustration, “Please don’t stop!” A chuckle rang out from deep within his chest.

I lay there, panting, my body aching and unfulfilled.

He moved away from me, the warmth of his body replaced with a cool chill from the air. The snowstorm still raged outside, the wind whistling through the night, making the shutters rattle as a blizzard of emotions swirled within me.

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