Until Fools Find Gold (Providence Gold 1)

Instead, I pushed the duvet off us and ground down onto his thigh, arching when his hand moved up the way to cup my left breast.

“Noah,” I tried to say loud enough to wake him up, but instead it came out a pitiful whimper. Licking my lips, I tried again. “Noah!”

“Mmmm,” he buried his face closer into my hair and then ground the hardness that I could now feel clearly into my ass.

This wasn’t helping!

I was about to yell his name when his hand shifted down to where I was incredibly wet. Lifting my t-shirt up to my waist, his hand went back down again and cupped me. Grinding down onto it, I whimpered and reached behind me to grab whatever part of him I could get. It turned out to be his butt cheek which wasn’t bad at all because it meant that I could pull him into me harder.

“Luna,” he groaned, grinding the palm of his hand into me.

I’d never even done this before or even come close to it. With Noah though, everything was different. I trusted him implicitly, and I knew that he would never have even touched me if he didn’t at least feel something bigger than just a horny attraction. Phrasing it like that was weird, but I remember the guys in my class talking about how a girl made them hard and that they were horny, so it was the only way I could describe it. Especially at the moment with my brain taking up residence in my vagina.

Plus, he’d said my name. If he was just horny, he wouldn’t have said my name. Right?

I needn’t have bothered asking myself a question at that moment, not even if I was breathing or what planet I lived on. Brain in vagina equals no thoughts apart from vagina. Oh, God - and boob. Oh, and nipple. I definitely had thoughts in those, screaming thoughts.

Dammit, since when was touching my arm enough to make me this horny? It had literally been just a skim of his arm on mine and whoosh it was like lava straight to my va…

And then he kissed my neck, and all bets were off.

Turning around quickly, I pushed him onto his back and swung my leg over his torso so I was sitting on top of him. I’d underestimated, or maybe it was overestimated, where I was in relation to the area of his body, so I landed on his stomach instead of his crotch like I’d intended to. This was much better than what I’d done the night before though, and it wasn’t a bad place to be.

Not giving him a chance to even wake up, I leaned down and aimed for his mouth. Fortunately for me, I hit my target this time.

The coarseness of his beard against my chin and lips was strange at first, but teamed with how soft his lips were, it was the most erotic experience of my life to date.

I needn’t have worried about his reaction once he realized what was happening, because his arms lifted and came around me, pulling me closer to his body. When his lips opened, I followed and groaned when I tasted him again. Flicking my tongue against him, I couldn’t stop my body when I ground my pelvis down on his stomach.

I was beginning to wonder if I had any control at all when I pressed my breasts harder onto his chest too. Then again, they had thoughts and a brain of their own right now, so I’m sure they were doing whatever the hell they wanted to do.

In the next second, the world spun as he turned us quickly so that I was under him on the bed now.

“Baby…” he rasped, his beard stroking my lips. I freaking loved that feeling! “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” I assured him when he forgot what he was saying because I’d licked his bottom lip.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he mumbled in between pecks. “It’s really not what I meant.”

What was he talking about? Why was he talking?

Moaning, I moved my hands so they were in his hair and held his face against mine. I wasn’t sure if it would shut him up for long, but so long as he shut up for now, I was okay with that!

I shifted so he was properly cradled against my crotch and then wrapped my legs around his hips. We only had the thin barrier of my panties and whatever he was wearing at that moment between us– I think it was the black jersey boxer things that I’d seen a pair of in the laundry basket earlier. Obviously, a clean pair, but it felt like the same style against the back of my calves.

Then he shifted again, and something became horribly obvious.

Oh, fucking hell!