Setting our empty dishes in the sink, I turn around to find Noah missing again. This gu
y is stealthy, I’ll give him that. Deciding to clean up later, I meander into the living area to find him sitting on the couch, head in his hands.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, unsure I want the answer.
“I was just thinking how screwed up I must be to want a woman who was determined to destroy me just a few short weeks ago. It’s pretty fucked up, if you actually sit back and think about it.”
“It is pretty weird, but the heart wants what the heart wants, right?” I try to make logic out of an insane situation. Sitting next to him, our thighs brush slightly, and it’s all I need to add gasoline to the already blazing inferno inside me. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Noah right now.
Swallowing down all my insecurities where he’s concerned, I make a brazen move I hope doesn’t land me alone on the couch again. Reaching out, I take his hand in mine, bring it to my lips, and plant an innocent kiss on his palm. His muscles tighten under my hold, as if he’s wanting to pull away from me, but he gives in to my touch. Noah turns over his hand, brings it to my cheek, and softly runs the pad of his thumb across the heated flesh.
How can something so innocent feel so seductive?
I lean in to his hand, relishing his touch. His fingers move toward the back of my head, into my hair, and I close my eyes. Nothing has ever felt more right than this exact moment. When his digits curl into the hair at the nape of my neck and tug, bringing my head back with them, a soft moan escapes my lips.
With my neck exposed, Noah’s lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear and place a light kiss. Fireworks explode within my core. I need to be closer to him. As close as I can possibly be.
Swinging my leg over his, he doesn’t resist when I prop myself up on his lap. I still give him access to my neck, as he seems to be enjoying himself, but this position gives me the access to touch him as well. My hands find his hair and our actions mirror each other’s—grab, pull, massage.
He kisses his way up my jawline torturously slowly, and when our lips finally meet, I can’t help but rock myself into his growing erection. With a growl, his tongue grows demanding, commanding my lips to part and allow him access, which I do unhesitatingly, needing the contact as much as he does.
In one swift movement I pull the T-shirt over my head, leaving me straddling his lap wearing only his boxers and a black lace bra.
The feral look in his eyes heats me straight through. My skin flushes under his glare. The needy woman in me yearns for the demanding man in him.
“Please,” I whisper in his ear, my lips grazing his lobe.
“I couldn’t deny you right now if I wanted to,” he responds, and my heart leaps.
Noah stands and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into the bedroom. Softly, he lays me back on the bed. Gently, he removes my underwear, sucking in a large gulp of air when I’m fully exposed to him.
Noah pulls the cups of my bra away from my breasts and my erect nipples graze against his shirt. As if he can read my mind, he backs away and rips his shirt from his chest. Bringing his body down to mine, he nestles his erection, still covered with the softest cotton pants, between my parted thighs, teasing my already sensitive body.
I desperately try to remove his pants with my toes, but it’s no use. Looking into my eyes, he laughs. “Needy much, are we?”
“You have no idea,” I say, exasperated. “I need you.”
“That’s all you had to say.” Without leaving the bed, he shuffles his pants down to his ankles and kicks them away.
Reaching down into the slight gap between our bodies, he strokes himself and my mouth waters. Teasing my entrance with the head of his cock, he never breaks eye contact.
“Have you been to the doctor?” I nod, unable to form a coherent answer if I’d tried.
“And you’re clean?” Again, I nod.
“You want this?” This question I can answer.
“Yes,” I all but scream in response.
His lip turns up in the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, one that’s reserved just for me, and he thrusts inside me. My back arches, my feet plant firmly on the mattress, and my hands pull his head down to me. He begins to pull back and I moan in protest into his mouth, which is barely touching mine. Again, he chuckles as he slams back into me, harder than he did the first time.
It feels heavenly. The fire starts low in my belly as he slowly, yet forcefully, rocks into me. I can feel myself growing higher and higher, but I still need more. Meeting him thrust for thrust, his tempo picks up, and within minutes I’m falling apart in his arms.
Noah’s fingers tangle in my hair, his other arm under my ass at the perfect angle after my sated body gives up, and with a primal growl, his orgasm throws me into another one.
Other times we’ve been together, it’s never been like this. No pretenses, no games, no ulterior motive—just two people maybe in love, making love. I’ve never felt, nor do I think I will ever will feel this complete again.
I don’t register Noah leaving the bed, but when I feel the damp, warm cloth cleaning me, it brings me back to reality. As much as I was loving being in my own post-orgasmic world, this one is so much better.