Icing Up Love (Insta Love Shy Girl Romance 1)

“You didn’t have to get me anything!”

“I just saw a couple of tiny things that made me think of you the day after we met.”

Opening the box, there was a small enamel pin of a fancy cupcake with pink and purple icing. “So cute! Everyone will laugh when I wear this at work.” I turned to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

The way he was beaming made me melt. His arm around my back, always touching me, always holding me close, was something I definitely wanted to get used to. But right now, it was making my heart race and my insides flip every time.

“You’re very welcome. Check the other one.”

Opening the light blue box, there was a pair of earrings. They were a bit bigger than my usual silver stars, but these had a cluster of white and blue stones at the center. “They’re beautiful. But please tell me they are crystals.”

He shot me a weird glance. “Are you kidding? The only reason these diamonds and sapphires aren’t bigger is that I wanted them to be small and elegant. Like you.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. “They’re lovely. I’m sorry… I didn’t have time to get you anything.”

“No, baby,” he said, setting the boxes on the table and pulling me against him. “You’re giving me the best Christmas day I’ve ever had.” He grinned, those warm eyes sparkling. “I’ve never spent the holidays with a beautiful woman that I absolutely adore.”

His sweet kiss changed into much more, as we dissolved into each other again. This time I wanted to show him how much he was driving me wild. Rolling us so that he was on his back, I straddled him, writhing my hips so that his shaft was pressing against my open folds.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Baby, you’re so hot.”

He reached down, aiming his thickness so that he could slip inside me. At this angle he felt even bigger, but since I was controlling the pressure, I was able to move with him, then against him, in a deep, sensual dance.

His hands gripped my ass, helping me to raise and lower my hips. Placing my hands on his chest, I swayed for a moment, loving the way his eyes followed my breasts. He seemed so hungry for me. I was shocked at how incredible it felt to have a man crave my body this way. I felt almost powerful.

Leaning forward, I found that if I shimmied a bit lower I was rubbing the base of his shaft against my sensitive little button. My moans seemed to thrill him, as we rocked together, our endless kiss driving us both to the edge again.

I tossed my hair to the side, catching his eye again. “I could stare at you forever,” he murmured, his fingers digging into my hips as he began thrusting up into me a bit faster.

“I want you to,” I said, surprising myself. Rocking harder, I felt my thighs clench as the tension gathered to the breaking point.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he groaned, looking up at me with a feral gleam in his eyes. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

My fingernails bit the back of his shoulders as I kissed him hard to muffle my squeals, writhing over him as my climax shook me to the core. He gripped me tighter, fucking me hard and fast as he tipped over the edge as well, his release hitting my insides in quick, sharp bursts.

Then he held me against his chest, unmoving. Finally he whispered, “Baby, I want to tell you something, but I don’t want you to answer. Okay?”

I nodded, listening to his heartbeat against my ear.

“I’m falling madly in love with you, and I don’t want to scare you away. So just give us some time to adjust. That’s all I ask.”

I knew at that moment that I loved him too, but I’d never said such a thing to anyone before. So if he wanted me to wait, I’d wait. I nodded, my cheek brushing against his chest. Then I turned my head to kiss his skin.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, stroking my hair until I fell asleep.

CHAPTER SIX

* Nolan *

I know that everyone usually just sent texts, and I’d been messaging her a lot the past two days. But I couldn’t resist calling Sharolyn Saturday afternoon to hear her voice. “Hey, baby,” I began before she even said hello, “Please tell me you’ve decided to come to the party tonight?”

I heard her hesitation, and hoped that I wasn’t being too pushy.

“Well,” she said softly, “What do the women usually wear at these things?”

I tried to picture some of the bimbos my brother always tried to set me up with. “A little black dress, usually,” I said. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I just throw on a black suit, and take the jacket off as soon as I can,” I chuckled.

“How about this,” she said carefully, “I’ll go for a bit, and if I get overwhelmed, will you forgive me if I leave early? I could just jump in a cab and disappear. You could stay of course.”