Harvest of Love: Insta-Spark Collection

“Dani,” I gasped. “Baby, I want inside you.”

She pulled away, a grin curling her lips. “Today’s your lucky day, Noah. I want the same thing.” She tugged me down to her on the bed, and I slid between her legs, groaning at the sensation of being this close.

And finally, I was inside her, the warmth and clasp of her overwhelming. My head fell to her shoulder as I stilled, wanting only to feel her. Absorb how she trembled in my arms, her breath hot on my skin as she whimpered my name and met my thrusts, the friction between us sizzling and alive.

Wrapped around me, she became my fog. I was lost in the mist, feeling only her, wanting only her. Her nails dug into my back, her body tightening, the lowest, sexiest groan escaping her mouth as she climaxed. The feel of her muscles fluttering and clamping down on my cock drove me over the edge, and I buried myself as deep as I could, roaring her name and emptying myself into her.

Dani wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight to her.

“I should move,” I murmured against the damp skin of her neck, kissing the flesh softly.

“No, I like you right here.”

Lifting my head, I met her gaze. Her content, sleepy eyes blinked at me, a shy smile on her face. Brushing my lips over hers, I kissed her slowly, thoroughly, and gently, the frantic need sated. I wanted her to know the depth of what I was feeling. For her to know this was more. More than either of us had realized. It was fast, it was hard, and it was real.

I eased onto my side, bringing her with me and nuzzling her hair.

“Dani?”

“Hmmm?”

“I don’t do casual relationships.”

She lifted her head, her glance wary. “Okay?”

“What just happened? What’s going to happen again and again? It makes you mine. Utterly and completely mine.”

Her expression softened, the sweetest smile lighting up her face. “Yours.”

“You okay with that?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m more than okay with that.”

“Good. I wanted to be clear.”

She tucked her head under my chin, tenderly kissing my chest. “Noah?”

“Yeah, Sprout?”

“If you insist on kidnapping me, I won’t put up much of a fight.”

I pulled her closer. “I’ll remember that.”

Chapter Eight

Dani

When I woke up again, I rolled over to find the bed empty. I could smell a delicious aroma in the house, so I got out of Noah’s comfortable bed, grimacing slightly as muscles I hadn’t used in a long time made their presence known.

He got his wish. I could feel him—everywhere.

As I padded to the bathroom, a smile broke out on my face. On the vanity was a fresh T-shirt, a pair of his boxers, and a large towel. I hopped into his shower for the second time in less than a day, the hot water feeling great on my stiff muscles.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the image startling me. I looked relaxed and cheerful. The stress I always carried felt lighter, almost gone. The shadows in my eyes had disappeared. I looked younger. Happier.

I hadn’t planned on Noah. I’d never expected to meet anyone and have such a fast connection with them. I certainly hadn’t expected to see him again after last week. Or to spend the evening with him and his family, baking dessert for his restaurant. I should have known there was way more to him than a stock boy.

I certainly never expected to sleep with him so quickly. But with Noah, it felt right. We meshed together so well. He brought out feelings and sensations in me I had never experienced before. One touch from him and I was on fire.

I shook my head as I stepped out of the shower. I probably should be regretting what happened between us, but I wasn’t. All I felt was the desire to see him again. To be close to him.

Once clean and dressed in his clothes, I went downstairs. Noah was standing by the large window, sipping from a mug of coffee. He was bare-chested, a pair of sleep pants hanging low on his hips, and he looked rumpled and sexy. The sun streamed in the glass, highlighting his wild hair. He glanced up as I paused on the stairs, his gaze warm and his smile surprisingly bashful. He held out his hand, pulling me close and nuzzling my head.

“Good morning…again.”

“Hi,” I whispered.

“I like seeing you in my clothes, Dani.” He pressed his lips harder. “Although seeing you out of them earlier was pretty awesome as well.”

I blushed at his husky voice.

“You okay?”

I nodded against his chest. “I’m good.”

He slipped his fingers under my chin, lifting my head and studying my face. “Do you regret it?”

“No!”

“Why are you so quiet?”

I sighed, not sure how to explain what I was feeling.

Lifting his mug, he pressed it to my lips, nodding in encouragement for me to take a sip. “Tell me.”