Rescued Love (Sweetwater Valley #7)

CHAPTER 12

NATHAN

Kimball finishes the last of the macaroni salad, a satisfied smile on her face as she leans back in the chair at her small dining table for two and pats her belly. I love that she didn’t care about eating in front of me. It’s refreshing as hell.

The last date I went on, which was so long ago, I almost completely forgot about it, the woman I was out with picked at her food, which was only a salad, like she was a rabbit. It was infuriating because the whole time she was eyeing my plate like she was about a second away from spearing something off it and eating it.

She should have just eaten it without a single fuck about being out.

Though, knowing how people can be judgmental assholes, I could understand where she was coming from as well. That’s why I didn’t call her out on it and was more than willing to go our separate ways without a second date. The food thing wasn’t a dealbreaker, the lack of spark or anything between us was.

I didn’t realize I was waiting and watching for Kimball to come into my life. Not until she actually did.

“You look satisfied,” I tease her.

Her satiated smile turns wicked, and my dick takes notice. As if I wasn’t hard enough already. It seems to be a perpetual problem when I’m around my woman.

Being around her is a constant lesson in control. I’m not even a little bit upset about it either.

“I am,” she admits with a sigh. “I could be more satisfied,” she eyes me up and down and I sit up a little straighter in my chair more than ready to carry her away to the nearest bed, “but I think I’m too full to act on those needs right now.”

When she wiggles her eyebrows at me, I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m willing to wait,” I tell her honestly and wink. I stand up and start to clear away the garbage. She makes grabby hand motions as she starts to stand up, but I shake my head. “I got this, Kitten.”

The contented sound she lets out shouldn’t make me feel as good as it does, but there’s no denying the lightness in my steps as I go about cleaning up what remains of our impromptu dinner.

I learned a lot about Kimball while we ate. I learned about her favorite color, the music she likes to listen to, and she’s told me some stories about her growing up in Sweetwater Valley alongside her best friend. I now also know her favorite breed of dog, even though she’s convinced she’ll never get one unless one happens to come through the rescue.

The commitment and passion she has toward the animals she helps is humbling. I thought I was passionate about the law and justice. It’s not that I’m not but being around Kimball has shown me the true definition of the word.

She lights up when she talks about her work. I’m more than happy to bask in the light she emits.

When I’m done cleaning up, she looks up at me, hope shining in her brown eyes. “Do you want to watch the next movie in the series?”

The hint of shyness in her voice, like she’s afraid that I’ll turn her down makes protective instincts I wasn’t aware I had roar to life inside of me. I never want to let this woman down.

It’s a big feeling, one I’m not used to at all, but I like it.

Before she can stop me, I stoop down and scoop her into my arms. The little yelp of surprise she lets out is adorable as fuck. Her arms wrap around my neck to hold on as I move toward her couch.

She hisses, “What are you doing?”

“Saving you the trouble of walking.” When I deposit her on the couch, she immediately stretches out with a drawn-out sigh that has me chuckling. “See? Wasn’t that better?”

“It really was,” there’s a dreamy quality to her voice that makes me feel like one of the damn superheroes we’re about to watch.

“Cue it up, Kitten.”

She looks up at me, her smile wide and something so damn welcoming about her that I can’t help but sink into the seat next to her. I pull her feet over my lap, needing to touch her. The leggings she’s wearing don’t do a damn thing to stop me from being able to feel the warmth radiating from her.

The only thing better would be being able to touch her bare skin.

Soon.

I’ll be doing that soon enough.

Kimball gets the moving going, but I’m barely paying attention. My focus is on my woman and the way she cozies into the couch underneath her. Everything about her screams comfort and home.

When was the last time I felt at home, truly at home?

The fact that I can’t even remember is a little pathetic. My place in the city is utilitarian because I’m not there enough for it to be more. The place I work is a means to an end; that end being some notion of success I’ve bought into even though I’m not sure I believe in it.

And then there’s this woman in front of me.

She’s created her own brand of success based on her ability to help animals in need. She gives them a roof over their heads, food in their bellies, a path toward health if they need it, and, most importantly, a hope for a better future. Her passion for animals drives her and I know that drive could rival anyone at my firm.

Hell, her passion would take laps around Marcus fucking Mann. She’d kick his ass in the drive department.

Mine too, honestly.

And she does it because she cares, not because she wants to prove something.

I’m in awe of her.

And I think I’m fucking falling in love with her.

My heart starts to pound in my chest with the realization because it’s far too soon for me to be having such feelings. Right?

“I can feel you staring at me,” she says out of the side of her mouth.

When she glances at me quickly, she does a double take to fully take in my expression. I have no idea what she sees on my face, but it causes her cheeks to pink while she fidgets with her hands.

“You’re kind of amazing, Kitten. Did you know that?”

I let out a low growl when she bites her lower lip and looks up at me from underneath her lashes. “That’s sweet, Nathan,” she whispers.

“It’s the truth.”

She gives me her full attention like she knows she needs to hear whatever I’m going to say next. With gentle hands, I lift her and turn her until she’s straddling my lap, and my hands are holding her hips in place.

Is my cock begging me to end this farce and slide into her warm, wet depths? You better fucking believe it. But I grit my teeth and hold myself back.

For now.

I cup one of her cheeks, her big brown eyes blinking at me as I take her in. “I was just sitting her watching you,” a small smile blooms on her face with my words, “and realizing how much awe you inspire in me.”

“Woah,” she breathes out and I chuckle softly.

“It’s true. You’re so driven, but what drives you isn’t about personal gain, it’s about empathy and care. That is a quality not a lot of people have, but more should. It would make the world a better place, a safer place, a place with less pain and more understanding.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she shakes her head slowly. “I think that is the single nicest things anyone has ever said to me,” she whispers.

“I see you, Kitten, all of you,” I promise.

Her mouth crashes down on mine and I’m fucking lost. Kissing her feels like flying. I never want my feet to touch the ground again.

Her hands dive into my hair and her nails scratch my scalp sending shivers up and down my spine. My cock is fucking throbbing with every beat of my heart. I know each beat is for her.

For this amazing woman who, somehow, understands the power of forgiveness and allowing second chances when they’re earned. I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful in my life.

My fingers dig into her hips, and I help her rotate her hips over my lap. She gasps into my mouth when she feels just how hard she’s made me, how much I want her.

“Kimball,” I growl against her lips. “I want you so fucking bad, but I don’t want to move too fast.”

“Not fast enough,” she mewls.

She pulls her lips from mine, and I groan at the loss of contact. When she reaches down and yanks her threadbare shirt up and over her head, her pretty tits jiggle in my face. I’m tempted to wipe my mouth because I’m sure that I’m drooling.

Her nipples are hard and a dusky rose color that is just begging for my mouth on them. Keeping my grip on her firm so she doesn’t think she’ll fall off me, I lean forward and circle around one of her nipples with the tip of my tongue causing her hips to jolt in my hands.

Her responsiveness is sexy as fuck, but it’s the long, low moan she lets out when I do the same to other side that has the grip I have on my control start to slip.

“Fuck,” I grunt, “are you sure?”

Her delicate hands wrap around the back of my neck and gives a little tug. When I look into her eyes, I can see her answer, but I need the words. It’s not about being sure, it’s about needing them to soothe my soul.

“I want you, Nathan,” she purrs, “I’m sure.”

I use one hand under her ass and the other in the center of her back, my hands almost lamenting at the loss of her hips in my grip, to hold her steady. I stand up and then stride towards her bedroom. When she squeaks, I chuckle at how fucking cute she is.

“Need to spread you out on your bed so I can see all of you, Kitten,” I rasp.

And then I follow through with my words. Her brown hair fans out around her as I place her, gently, in the center of her bed. As much as I want to look around her bedroom, I don’t. She’s the only thing in this room that I can see, the only thing that needs my undivided focus and attention right now.

I slide my hands up her legs and to her hips until I get to the waistband of her leggings. As much as I want to rip them off her body, I force myself to go slow and pull them, along with the thong she’s wearing, off her body.

“Fuck,” breathe out as I stand next to the bed, “you’re fucking stunning.”

She blushes and now that she’s naked in front of me I can see the blush goes down to the tops of her creamy tits. Yeah, fucking stunning is right. There’s no other way to describe my woman.

I reach back and tug off the shirt I’m wearing before dropping it and reaching down to make quick work of the jeans I’m wearing. “Need to feel your skin against mine,” I mutter, more to myself than to her.

“Nathan,” she calls to me, a siren’s song to do her bidding.

I’m more than willing to give her exactly what she needs. But if I move too quickly then I’m liable to come far too quickly. And it has nothing to do with how long it’s been for me and everything to do with my woman and the way she’s offering herself to me.

And to imagine, I could have lost out on this because of my own bullshit.

“Need to taste you,” I growl as I step out of my jeans before crawling up from the foot of the bed and settling between her thighs.

“You didn’t get naked,” there’s a teasing accusation in her tone that has me grinning while I trace patterns from one of her hip bones to the other.

“Can’t,” I rasp, “or else this will be over far too soon.” I stare at her pretty pink pussy, my hands gripping the inside of her thighs and pushing her even more open for me. “I won’t be able to resist burying myself inside of you and I’m desperate to make you come with my mouth first.”

She quips, “How could I argue with that?”

I don’t respond. I don’t need to.

Not when I swipe my tongue along her slit, her juices explode on my tongue and make my eyes roll back in my head as I growl. Kimball arches her back and rocks her hips, but I reach up and press her down into the bed to keep her in place. She moans my name as I slide my tongue between her soaked pussy lips and circle her clit with the tip.

Fuck.

Hearing my name on her lips only makes the need I have for her grow. I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue and tighten the grip I have on one of her hips. I let go of her thigh and slide my hand up until I can bury two of my fingers inside of her tight channel.

She’s so fucking wet that I slide in easily as her walls clamp down. I devour her, feeling every pulse of her pleasure as her tight pussy lets me know just how close she is to coming. As I pump my fingers inside of her, I twist my hand and curl my fingers.

When I find the right spot, she almost levitates off the bed and it’s a beautiful fucking sight.

“Holy fuck,” she pants, her head thrown back and her hair a messy halo. She pleads, “Right there. Oh yes.”

I tap against the spongy area of her channel while nipping at her clit and it sends her right over the edge. Her thighs shake as they tighten around my head. Her pleasure makes pre-cum weep from the tip of my cock and the need to be inside of her is almost too much to ignore.

As I gentle my movements and bring her down from her orgasm, her body relaxes and becomes languid. She looks down the length of her body and makes eye contact with me, showing me her lust filled brown orbs. There’s satisfaction there, but there’s also the need for more; it’s a fire burning in her depths that I’m desperate to fan.

When I slide my fingers out of her, I lick her juices from them and groan at how fucking good she tastes. As I move up her body, I push my boxer briefs down over my hips and legs, kicking off the side of the bed without a single fuck about where they land.

I’m fascinated by the goosebumps that form on her skin as I kiss up her body, not wanting to miss any part of her skin as I do.

“I could eat you every day for the rest of my life, Kitten,” I grunt before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.

Her back arches and her legs wrap around my waist. She tries to use her feet to pull me up the rest of her body, but I don’t budge. Not yet.

“Nathan,” she begs, “I need to feel you inside of me.”

With a pop, I release her nipple and watch as it hardens even more in the cooler air. “I’m going to be honest with you, Kimball,” my voice is steady and firm, “I want to slide inside of you bare.” She lets out a small gasp and I smirk down at her as I move the rest of the way up her body and hover above her. My cock slides between her wet folds and taps against her sensitive clit. “Never been bare before, but I can’t stand the thought of anything between us. I’ve told you what I want, but the decision is yours.” I kiss her nose and the corner of her mouth before rasping, “it’ll always be yours.”

She’s a panting mess, her eyes filled with lust, but it clears just enough to tell me that she’s able to think clearly enough. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill. I’ve never gone without a condom either.” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to take more of my weight. “I can’t explain it, but I want to feel you fill me with your cum. I want it dripping from me.”

“Fuck,” I growl before slamming my mouth down on hers.

I know she can taste herself on my tongue, but she doesn’t shy away from it. Her fingernails dig into the nape of my neck, and she kisses me harder, sucking my tongue into her mouth and moaning my fucking name. It’s hot as hell and my dick is pulsing with how much I need to be inside of her.

I rock my hips a few times, coating my length in her arousal before reaching between us, gripping the base of my shaft, and notching the head of her entrance. She shudders at the sensation before locking her gaze with mine. There’s no hesitation there, only need and pleading want.

It’s all I need to see.

As I push into her, her pussy opens for me, and I swear I feel something click into place inside of me. I already knew she was mine, didn’t have a single doubt, but this feeling? It’s un-fucking-real and something I don’t ever want to lose.

I might not know what that means or what it looks like beyond this moment, but I’m going to find out. I have to. There’s no other choice. Not now.

When I’m balls deep inside of my woman, we take a deep breath together, our eyes still locked, and our bodies pressed together. It’s everything.

“Do you feel that, Kitten?” I tilt my head and smirk. “And I’m not just talking about my dick filling you up.”

The smile she graces me with is a little shy and a whole lot sexy. “I feel it,” she whispers, her body shuddering as the connection between us deepens.

I press my lips to hers, but it’s just a barely there touch. Nothing more, nothing less.

Without losing that connection, I start to move. I swallow her moans of pleasure just like she swallows my grunts of need. My strokes are smooth and deep, her legs hiked up around my waist as she tilts her hips. My length slides along her walls and the way our pleasure builds becomes static around us.

It grows with every movement. It’s right there, our pleasure close enough to touch and consume us. I start to move faster, each press forward having more power behind it.

The way her heels dig into my ass only spurs me on.

And who I am to deny what my woman clearly needs and wants?

“Oh fuck,” she gasps as I start to pound into her.

“Need you to come,” I pant against her lips. “I’m so fucking close, but there’s no way you’re not going to come on my dick first,” there’s a warning in my words along with a plea for her to put me out of my fucking misery.

She shakes her head from side to side, her back arching as she writhes underneath me. So fucking sexy.

“Yes,” she hisses as I slam my hips forward and rotate.

Her nails dig into my skin as her body freezes and then shakes with the force of her release. The walls of her pussy milk my cock, begging for my cum with every wave of pleasure that flows through her body.

I growl, fucking into her for a few more strokes before my balls draw up and I fill her to the hilt and come. Every pulse of my cock inside of her takes my fucking breath away. My heart is pounding in my chest as her limbs tighten around me.

I almost can’t breathe, but I don’t give a fuck.

We float along the breeze of our combined pleasure.

And the entire time, we stare into each other’s eyes.

I might not know how it’ll work out, but at this moment, it’s enough.

For now.