But finally it was way too much to take for another second, and yet not nearly enough. “Noah,” she whispered.
“Fuck,” he said, dropping his forehead against hers.
The contact made Kristina go tense, because she didn’t know whether to pull away or push for more. So she stood there, frozen and on edge and wanting a man possibly more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
No matter how damaged he was. And, oh, he was. She knew he was.
He braced his other hand against the door, fully boxing her in now, and dropped his head a little farther. The movement felt like he was nuzzling her, and it lured a soft whimper from her throat.
He groaned in answer, his nose rubbing along hers, his breath ghosting over her lips. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped.
Kristina shivered, her body, mind, and heart in a three-way battle that didn’t seem like it would end any time soon. That left only instinct, which told her to stop fighting against everything she so badly wanted. Stop fighting this desire.
“No,” she said.
The word hung there for a long moment, and then Noah was on her. Mouth devouring her mouth. Hands dragging over her, as if he wanted to touch every part of her at once. Body pinning hers flush against the door, his cock grinding against her belly.
Noah tasted like sweet, sweet sin and felt even better, all hard and aggressive against her. And the sheer raw pleasure of it made it impossible to do anything but surrender.
He pulled down her V-neck and bra cups, freeing her breasts to his hands, his lips. His heat was all-consuming, such a stark contrast to the chill of her skin. She clutched at his wet hair as he worked his tongue and fingers over her until she was panting and moaning and shifting, but she couldn’t escape. And didn’t want to even if she could.
As he sucked and tongued at her nipples, his hands tugged up the snug skirt to her dress, leaving it to pool around her waist. He dragged her panties down to her knees, and they fell to the floor. Noah kicked her feet apart and raked his hands up the insides of her thighs. The feeling was so intense, she went up onto her toes on a whimper. He slanted his mouth over hers and cupped her between her legs. She moaned into the kiss, from the contact, from his heat, from the frantic intensity pinging between them.
His middle finger penetrated her, slow at first, and then faster. He’d pull all the way out, spread her wetness around, and sink deep again. On each penetration, he ground the heel of his hand against her clit until Kristina thrust her hips forward, chasing what she could already tell was going to be an explosive orgasm, despite the fact that he’d barely touched her.
“That’s it, baby,” he said around the edge of a kiss, his finger slicking in and out of her, his palm grinding so deliciously right where she needed him. And, gah!, there was that term of endearment again. “I want you to come.”
“Yes,” she whispered, clutching harder at his shoulders.
His hand moved faster, and faster still, battering her clit and shoving her quickly to the edge. “Say my name, Kristina. Say my name when you fucking come.”
“Oh, God, Noah,” she rasped, her whole body going tight. She hung on the edge, her muscles straining, and then Noah withdrew his fingers from inside her and flicked them hard and fast over her clit. Kristina screamed his name and her knees nearly buckled.
Noah caught her easily as the pulsing waves washed over her. He fumbled at his jeans for a moment, and then he was lifting her against the door, spreading her legs around his hips, and sliding his cock deep. “Fuck, yes,” he growled, burying his face into the crook of her neck.
Kristina moaned, her body still sensitive from the orgasm. She clutched her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips and rode out the storm of him. He fucked her like he was possessed by need and chased by demons, hard and driving and relentless. The door rattled and banged in the jamb, and Kristina absently thought that someone passing by outside might hear. But she had no capacity to care about anything but the beautiful, damaged man between her thighs.
“Oh, Noah,” she cried, pressing kisses against his cheek, his neck, the slope of his shoulder. “Oh, Noah.”
His hips flew, hammering against hers and winding her body up again. With his hands under her knees, he spread her wider, his body curled around her, his hips occasionally rotating in the most delicious, maddening circles.
The build-up to her second orgasm had her holding her breath, and then she came so hard she couldn’t speak and saw stars. All she could do was clutch tight to him and ride it out, even as her heart ripped wide open and twenty years of history, affection, and love came rushing forth.
She bit back the words—barely. But only because she wanted to look into his eyes as she said them for the very first time. “Oh, God, Noah. You’re so good,” she rasped, finding her voice again.
On a groan, he withdrew from her and lowered her feet to the ground. Rough, hurried hands spun her, pushing her chest against the body-warmed door and tilting her hips out enough to force her back to arch. And then Noah was pushing back into her, filling her, burying himself deep. His fullness felt so good, so essential, so much a part of herself that she felt the rightness of it into her very soul.
Her Noah.
His hands curled tightly around her shoulders and his forehead fell against the back of her head as his hips pistoned against her. He held her so tight she was nearly immobile in his embrace, and it felt to her like he couldn’t get close enough, or deep enough. And she felt that, too.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, his lips beside her ear.
She moaned and licked her lips. “Yes, Noah. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Jesus,” he rasped, his hips smacking against her rear on punctuated thrusts.
“Yes, yes, give me everything,” she cried, her hands pressing against the door.