Harvest of Love: Insta-Spark Collection

Tears filled my eyes as the overwhelming sensation of belonging filled me.

Belonging to Noah.

To this place.

“Please,” I whispered. “Tell me this is real. I want to stay with you.”

He crashed his mouth to mine, kissing me hard and deep. His tongue swept in, claiming me, his arms holding me like a vise. He lifted me off my feet, pinning me to his chest as his mouth worked mine, leaving me a gasping mass of shaky limbs. He swung me up in his arms, striding fast down the road. I leaned my head to his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat under my ear.

“I can walk,” I protested halfheartedly. I really did love being held in his arms.

“Those little legs of yours won’t be able to keep up, Sprout. I want you home. In our bed. Now.”

“Oh,” I breathed out. He hadn’t touched me like this since my breakdown.

“I need to be inside you. I need it now.”

My entire body tightened at the blatant desire in his voice.

“Faster, Noah. Go faster.”

At the house, Noah hit the stairs, his legs moving quickly. All the way down the road, he’d been whispering dirty things in my ear, telling me how often he was going to have me in the next few hours. Once in his room, he flung me onto the bed, my back hitting the plush mattress hard. In seconds, his clothes were discarded, and he tugged on the yoga pants covering my legs as I pulled the long sweater over my head. He used his hands and mouth everywhere—kissing, licking, biting—my neck, breasts, and ears all getting attention as I moaned and arched into his touch. He used his tongue, swirling it on my skin, licking up my neck, and finally plunging it into my mouth, twisting it with mine. He fisted my hair in his hands, grunting in approval when I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, moving it in long, steady strokes. I was on fire for him, all his dirty talk and promises leaving me panting with desire.

“Now, Dani. I want you now.”

He rose up on his knees, dragging me close, and buried himself inside with a long, deep groan. He began moving—powerful thrusts that made me shudder and shake under him. He gripped my hips, his head thrown back as he surged forward over and again, groaning and cursing. I fisted the sheets, bending and arching to his movements, crying out his name when he slipped his hand between us, stroking me fast. I shattered, my orgasm burning hot and fast through me, and he hissed, yanking me tight as he stilled, roaring my name into the dark.

Panting, he collapsed on my chest, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my skin. We lay wrapped around each other in the dark silence as we calmed.

“Fuck, baby. I needed that.”

I ran my fingers through his wild hair. “Glad I could be of service.”

He cracked open one eye and looked at me. “Oh, you serviced, all right.”

He rose up, hovering over me. “I’ll take my time next.”

“Next?”

“I hope you’re not tired, Dani. I have a lot of plans for the night, and they don’t include much sleep.”

I felt the fluttering of desire stir inside me. How he could do that, I had no idea.

“I’m supposed to rest,” I teased him.

“You can sleep tomorrow. In fact, I don’t plan on you getting out of bed until well into the afternoon.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. “If even then.” He grinned. “You up for that?”

I shifted my leg, feeling his erection growing already. “Certainly feels like you are.”

“At your service this time.”

“Well then, Mr. Edwards. Whenever you’re ready.”

He smirked as he brought his mouth to mine.

“Let’s go then, baby.”

Chapter Nineteen

Dani

My townhouse felt stuffy—unlived in. I opened a couple of windows and looked around. It felt as if I were seeing it for the first time. It was sterile, simple. There was no warmth to it—it lacked any sort of hominess or character.

How had I lived here so long and not noticed? It was as if it were temporary—as if I were waiting for something. Or someone. I glanced at Noah, knowing he saw the same thing.

“I’m going to sell this place,” I said without thinking.

His eyebrows shot up, and he smiled. “Yeah?”

“I bought this house before they were built. I never really even liked it. I’m never here. The little backyard is rarely used. The market is good right now. If—” I paused and swallowed “—if I come back, I think an apartment would be better.”

“How big is that if, Dani?” he asked quietly.

I drew in a long breath. “Pretty big.”

He kissed me, his lips warm. “Good. Go pack some stuff. Anything here you want to bring?”

“Some CDs,” I confessed. “I still like having them around.”

“No problem. I have a couple boxes in the truck. I’ll pack them up.”