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Fantastic.
Never. Never has anything like that happened. Never has a kiss left my body quaking…
Not until Noah.
This, with Noah is different.
But…
I shouldn’t be kissing him.
I tell that voice in my head to shut up, not that it matters, because Noah isn’t kissing me now. Now he’s doing something else. Now he’s biting down my neck. Not light nips, but not harsh ones either—somehow, these are just right. These are so right that I tilt my head, giving him even more access. His hands move down to cup my breasts, one in each hand and he squeezes them gently, weighing them and I even like that. In fact, it could be said, that I like everything he’s doing right now. I find myself wondering how it could get any better.
But then it does.
His thumbs simultaneously sweep across each of my nipples and my back arches high and if I could I’m pretty fucking sure I’d purr in that moment. I can’t though, because Noah’s mouth is back on mine, owning and possessing and giving me even more than before.
We repeat ourselves, only this time it’s me with my hands bunching up his T-shirt, me forcing it up. Noah pulls back, taking his lips and his tongue away from me and I whimper, not liking that, not liking that at all. Perhaps neither does Noah, because he quickly dives back for just a quick peck, his tongue swiping along the seam of my lips. But that’s good, that’s divine and I take it, even open my lips to invite him in deeper—which makes him growl. It’s a growl I like and one I’m sure means that more is coming, but I was wrong because he pulls away more this time.
My eyes open, disappointment so thick I’m pretty sure I could choke on it. But then, I raise my eyes to his heated gaze and the hunger is so deep in those brown eyes it pierces something inside of me.
Noah calls me gorgeous. I’ve never felt that. Not once in my life have I ever felt that way.
Until this moment.
That look on Noah’s face, the hunger in his eyes that is so intense it almost burns me… that makes me feel… gorgeous.
That’s when it dawns on me, he’s not stopping this, he’s taking his shirt off. Then all thought ends because I take him in. The tattoos which ink his skin and look hot and sexy doing it, the scattering of light hair on his chest I want to brush my fingers against—so I do, the deep golden tan that covers him, and finally those abs.
I’ve heard of men with washboard abs, but I’ve not actually seen them. He’s got a six-pack, I know because I can count every damn one of them—they’re that defined. Noah is a work of art and each indention outlining a new ab is a place I want to run my tongue. So, I do that too. I bend down, placing first a kiss against his skin. The heat rolling off of it surprising me but making me even wetter. He’s like an electric blanket that covers you on a cold winter’s day—but better because with that look in his eyes you knew there was so much pleasure waiting you might never recover.
I let my tongue drift across his flat stomach, tasting his salty skin and loving it in a way that I know it will stay with me.
“Gorgeous, you keep doing that and that tongue of yours is going to be busy,” he growls, each of his hands coming out so that he holds my head on either side, his fingers massaging into my scalp and trying to lift me up.
I know what he means, of course. He’s got on extremely loose shorts—the kind basketball players wear, but Noah wears his so much better. As I’m bending down to kiss his stomach, the hard ridge of his cock bumps against the underside of my chin. I can literally smell his excitement, his need to come.
I brought him to his. I did. Just plain me, Rory McDaniels.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his shorts and look up at him and grin. When I pull, he lifts up and we do it so smoothly that the shorts are gone and he’s on the bed gloriously naked in seconds.
I wrap my hand around his cock. It’s so wide that it completely fills my hand. He’s harder than I thought was possible, impossibly stiff to the point I can feel the bulging veins pulsate against my skin. I stroke him once and I’m immediately rewarded with Noah’s growl of approval. His hand comes down against the side of my neck and he holds me firmly. Our eyes lock on each other. I do it grinning, he does it looking like he wants to devour me.
