“You kill me.” I whispered the words he’d spoken to me twice before, only now understanding their meaning. Noah made me feel like I was dying an exquisitely pleasurable death. I rested my head against his chest, closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat.
I wasn’t sure how long I spent like that before his hand moved, travelling across my hip and over my stomach. “Morning,” he said, voice raspy.
I turned my head to look up at him, his sleepy, half-mast gaze staring back at me. One edge of his mouth curved in a tired grin. My bare breasts were flush with his chest, and I felt my nipples bead from that almost grin. I couldn’t believe I’d slept in the same bed with him all night—completely naked. My stomach tightened and clenched in the most delicious way.
“Good morning,” I replied quietly, unable to look away. His hand continued to stroke, cruising past my bottom and to my thigh. His fingertips prodded, lifting my leg slightly and bringing us even more flush.
“Much better,” he murmured, and I felt him hardening beneath me. Just like that, my breathing quickened. “How do you feel?” Noah asked. “Sore?”
“A little,” I said, closing my eyes at the feel of him against me.
“Want me to make it better?” he asked huskily, his hand coming between us to stroke me. I shuddered at his touch, gasping when his fingers found my core. I pressed my mouth to his neck, scraping my teeth along his skin. A little trick I learned from him last night. Noah groaned, still touching me as he adjusted himself and slid inside me. It was so easy, so effortless. I cried out as he moved his hips, pumping into me from underneath slow and deep. I opened my eyes, and the sheer passion and need in his gaze nearly did me in.
We were both so overcome with pleasure, so drugged by one another that I didn’t immediately realise he was inside of me bare.
“Wait,” I gasped. “We forgot to …”
“Shit,” Noah growled, realising, too. “I didn’t mean to. God, I just …”
“It’s okay, don’t stop,” I reassured breathily, not wanting him to pull out because it felt too good to have him inside me. “Neither of us has been with anyone, just …”
“I’ll pull out,” he responded fervently, and I nodded, relieved we were on the same page.
I never looked away, never broke the connection as he drove my body to the height of pleasure. Any soreness from last night was slowly fading, a new, dizzying sensation taking hold. I loved how he filled me, loved the connection between our bodies. Noah had an awareness of me, an instinct of knowing just where to touch, how much pressure to apply to drive me wild.
The emptiness that always lingered inside me felt so much smaller now. And last night I didn’t have a single nightmare, only blissful, dreamless sleep.
“Your body is incredible,” Noah said. “I never knew I could feel like this. That I could be so …” he trailed off, overcome.
I cupped his cheek, my heart squeezing at his raw vulnerability. “I know,” I whispered.
The moment was abruptly shattered when a door creaked open down the hall. We both froze. My eyes widened as we listened to Vee leave her bedroom and go downstairs, a sobering reminder we weren’t alone in the house. Her room was at the other end of the hall, with several other bedrooms between hers and mine, so I doubted she heard us. I still felt panicked though. This thing between Noah and me felt so precious and new, and I didn’t want to taint it with anyone else knowing. Not yet.
“I should probably get ready for work,” Noah said regretfully, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
I nodded, closing my eyes against the feel of his lips, trembling when he pulled out of me. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I fell back into the pillows. He cast a reluctant look my way, swearing under his breath as he gazed down at me.
He reached out, stroking a hand through my hair. “I wish I could stay here all day with you.”
“I wish you could, too,” I replied, heart pounding. I didn’t want to spend a single moment away from him, and that was a scary thought because I still had a path to follow. A curse to break. And the very act of breaking it meant I couldn’t be with him. I deflated at the idea.
Noah’s eyes ran down my body and back up. I held the duvet to my chest, every part of me tingling from his hands, mouth and tongue. The memories of how he devoured me filled my head. I was tied up in knots over him, and we’d only spent one night together.