“Noel, I want to make love to you. I want to be with you all night—”
“I wish you’d stop talking about it, then.”
He grins, and we’re back. Mouths sealed together, desperate, hungry. It curls my toes.
We’re in the cottage, and he gives me an order. “Lie back on the bed.”
I don’t even hesitate.
28
Taron
Noel is spread out before me, her back arched and her taut nipples pointing to the ceiling. The light of the moon streams through the open window, coating her naked body in silver light. She’s a goddess, and I have my mouth all over her, kissing her, tasting her, drinking in the sounds of her moans.
Her legs tremble as she comes, my tongue circling her clit until she’s gripping my hair, pulling, and begging me to be inside her.
I quickly shove my jeans down, turning her onto her stomach and catching her by the hips. She moves to all fours and looks at me over her shoulder, her amber eyes hot with lust and her dark hair, wavy over her shoulders.
My cock is an iron rod. Her ass is a heart tipped up at me, and I slide my dick up and down her wetness before slamming balls deep into her luscious pussy. She drops to her elbows and lets out a loud moan, and I have to hold a moment as the sensation of being completely inside her blanks my mind.
My hips move, thrusting in and out, chasing the orgasm that’s just within reach. She came hard only moments before, and I feel her clenching, squeezing around me. It’s so good, I groan low and loud as I feel the tension rising in my dick, tightening my ass and centering on the place where we’re connected.
Reaching around, I circle my fingers over her clit, and she breaks into another cascade of orgasm, clenching and moaning. It’s the final push I need to fly over the edge, pulsing and filling her, reaching forward to brace the wall in front of us, scooting her farther onto the bed as I hold deep, riding out the final waves of orgasm, the soul-deep satisfaction I never thought I’d have with her again.
We’re breathing hard, and I move us around, turning her and pulling her to me. It’s cold, and I quickly whip the blankets back, sliding between the soft threads with her beside me.
Noel Aveline is in my arms. Her body is flush against mine, chest to stomach to thighs to toes. Her hands hold my shoulder blades, and her cheek is tucked against my heart. My heart that only beats for her. My heart with her name inked above it. Our breathing slows, and I smooth my hand down the length of her hair. I press my lips to her temple.
“How do you feel?” My voice is rough, husky from the emotions surging in my chest.
“Good.” I feel her cheeks rise with her smile, and I love this woman so much. “What’s this?” She lifts her face, her eyes on my tattoo.
“Something you own.”
Her chin lowers, and she presses her forehead against my skin. I slide my hand down her soft hair. She doesn’t speak, but it’s okay. I know we’ve taken a big step.
Do I deserve this? A twinge of darkness lurks at the corner of my mind. That old anxiety tries to raise its head, but I won’t let it in tonight.
Placing my hand on her cheek, I lift her mouth to mine again. Her kisses are like a sip of water in the desert, soul-deep and satisfying. With my knee, I part her thighs, moving above her and sinking into her core.
Her moans are the melody I dreamed of so many nights when I’d lie alone, in the pit of hell, believing if I could survive one more night, I might make it back to her again. Her fingers thread in my hair and we slowly rock together, fire molding us into one.
When she comes, I lift my head and look deeply into her eyes. They glisten as I let go, filling her and kissing her tears away. Her hands move to my neck, holding us close, and I press my lips to her shoulder, silently promising to never let her cry alone.
Never again.
I hold her, listening as her breath slows, as she sleeps in my arms.
Tonight I have my one dream in my mind: Noel and me… and the beautiful little girl we created sharing a life together, building a family.
The next morning, I wake to find cold sheets beside me. Not cool.
I step into my jeans, jerk them over my hips quickly followed by my boots and a dark green Henley. A brush of my teeth, ball cap on my head, and I cross the yard with Akela hopping along beside me. I swear she’s smiling.
I stop at the back door, love expanding in my chest as I watch my girl moving around the kitchen, her hair up in a messy bun on her head.
“Is anybody still hungry after the dinner we had yesterday?” I close the space between us, pulling her firmly against my chest.