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He sucked in a swift breath as the dual sensations of slick heat and electrifying pleasure overwhelmed him. With effort, he dragged his gaze back to the mirror, taking in the woman kneeling in front of him and the erotic vision he was a part of. As she swayed forward to take him deeper, her hair swept across her cheek, blocking his view. Caught up in the fantasy she’d created, he gathered the soft strands into his fist and drew it away from her face, giving him an unobstructed look of her sucking and swallowing his cock in such a generous way.
The last time she’d pleasured him, he’d believed it was all a lascivious dream. Now he enjoyed every bit of reality—of having her soft lips surrounding him, mouth sucking, and her wet tongue lapping and swirling from the base of his shaft, all the way up to the sensitized tip…until his climax sizzled just below the surface and the exquisite stimulation was too much for him to bear.
Groaning roughly, he tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her away. She glanced up at him with dark, lust filled eyes that questioned his reasons for stopping her when it was clear she would have gladly taken him all the way.
“I want to be inside of you when I come,” he said, the answer releasing from the depths of his soul, because the longing to be buried in her tight heat and warmth was both an emotional and physical need. “Straddle my waist and ride me, Natalie.”
She reached over to the dresser and grabbed the small square packet she must have put there before he arrived. She quickly sheathed him with the condom, then stood, widening her stance and moving over his thighs so she could sit astride his lap. With her hands gripping his shoulders and him guiding his shaft into her body, she slowly lowered herself, taking him inch by excruciating inch, until she was completely seated on his thighs and he was buried to the hilt.
He groaned and she sighed but didn’t move, and he understood the need to savor the moment, the perfection of their joining, the utter closeness, and the way she clasped him so tightly. Opening his mouth against her throat, he lazily licked her skin and dragged his hands down her smooth back. Once he reached her ass, he pulled her tighter, deeper against him.
She gasped and arched, and he moved his hands to her lush breasts, pushing them up high so he could take them into his mouth. He licked her nipples, grazed them with his teeth and parted his lips to take as much of her as he could. Her fingers speared through his hair to hold him close, and he suck those hard tips, hard and strong. With a broken whimper she began to move on him, hips gyrating, body rocking rhythmically, and he let her set the pace.
He lifted his head and caught their reflection in the mirror, their bodies naked and entwined in the throes of passion. “Look in the mirror, Natalie, and watch us together,” he urged huskily.
She did, her eyes a smoky shade of blue as she met his gaze in the mirror, then took in their intimate position. Her lips were parted as she panted for breath, her face flushed from arousal,
and he strummed his fingers from her shoulder to her waist, causing her to shiver in response.
He couldn’t wait much longer and wanted her to be with him when he came. “Send us both over the edge,” he rasped, and bucked upward, prompting her to move as well.
She picked up his rhythm, matching him thrust for thrust, and the pleasure between them grew, driving them both higher. A desperate, keening sound escaped her as the heat and friction escalated. Seemingly needing more, she wrapped one arm around his neck, aligning their bodies from chest to groin, and used her other hand to frame his face as she lowered her head and captured his mouth in a deep, hot, tongue-tangling kiss that mimicked the fast, hard, frantic mating of their bodies.
The intensity was too great, the tumult of emotions he harbored for this woman too overwhelming, and Noah felt himself falling headlong into a searing orgasm that ripped through him like an electrical shock. And then she was moaning into his mouth, and he felt her convulsing around his shaft, milking him, shuddering with the force of her own release as she gave herself over to him in every way that mattered.
* * *
Natalie woke up in the middle of the night with a start, her body flinching as if someone had physically jolted her awake. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and she was trembling from the inside out. It took her a moment to realize that she was safe in bed with Noah, and that being chased through dark alleys to a dead-end street had all been a bad dream.
A very realistic dream, she couldn’t help but acknowledge, one that had taken on nightmarish qualities that even now, despite being fully aware of her safe surroundings, made her shudder. The man in her dream who’d chased her had taken on the face of the guy who’d been watching her at the restaurant the day before, and that in itself bothered her. She’d been running desperately, trying to escape him. The fear she’d experienced in her dream had been distinct and stifling and continued even now as she tried to make sense of it all.
Unbidden, a brief image flashed in her mind, of walking beside Noah and her being pursued by the same man in her dream. More disjointed glimpses appeared, of her fleeing Noah’s embrace in a panic. Blindly running across the street. Hearing the slam of brakes and the sickening impact of being hit by a car.
Then she remembered nothing else, though those images felt real and familiar. She tried to conjure more recollections, something that would better explain what she’d envisioned, but all she got for her effort was more fragmented pieces to add to the already complex puzzle in her mind.
There was no doubt that she was recalling flashes of her accident, and she couldn’t help but wonder if the man she’d seen at the restaurant had a link to her past somehow. And what if he wasn’t only a part of her nightmare, but was connected to her reality, as well? She desperately wanted to remember details, but a part of her was also afraid of knowing the truth for fear that the sense of security she’d come to know with Noah might shatter, leaving her to flounder all on her own.
Doubts and uncertainties mingled with the other disturbing emotions her dream had evoked, and she huddled beneath the warm weight of the blankets, as if the covers could protect her from the oppressive thoughts and haunting visions tumbling through her head.
Noah shifted beside her, his hand absently sliding across the strip of cool sheet separating them. A frown furrowed his brow, and he blinked his eyes open. His expression relaxed when their gazes met in the shadowed darkness, an intimate, soothing connection that instantly eased the tension from her body.
“Natalie?” he murmured sleepily, and came up on his arm to get a better look at her, which caused the sheet to fall to his waist. He must have sensed her distress, because concern immediately flashed across his expression. “Honey, are you okay?”
The man had the uncanny ability to know when she needed him the most. His presence. His internal strength. And his intuitive ability to calm her when she felt so close to falling apart. “I had a bad dream,” she told him, and heard the quiver in her own voice.
“Want to tell me about it?” he asked.
No, she really didn’t, mainly because there was so much she didn’t understand, and she suspected she’d look like an idiot trying to explain what she, herself, couldn’t make sense of. So, she gave him a brief summary, just enough to satisfy his curiosity. “The only thing I can remember is being chased by a man, and I couldn’t escape him.” And she was so grateful that she’d woken up before he’d captured her, because she didn’t want to think about what fate he might have had in store for her.
Awareness glimmered in his gaze, making her wonder if he knew the significance of her dream. Then he lifted the covers, beckoning her to his side of the bed. “C’mere and let me hold you,” he whispered.
She couldn’t refuse something so elemental, the need to be held and comforted. She scooted over to him, welcoming the shelter of his arms surrounding her. Snuggling close to his warm, naked body, she draped her thigh over his and rested her head on his chest. She inhaled deeply, and the male scent of him soothed her frazzled nerves and relaxed her, as did the absent way his hand stroked along her side and over the curve of her waist.
“Are you sure you’re ready to go back to work tomorrow night?” he asked a few minutes later, his tone low and gruff.
His question didn’t surprise her, because she knew how much he objected to her returning to work so quickly after the accident. She glanced up at him, taking in his gorgeous features, that sexy mouth that could curve into an irresistible grin as well as do incredible, wicked things to her body. “Is there a valid reason why I shouldn’t?”
He looked mildly annoyed with her argument. “You know I think it’s too soon, and after what happened at the restaurant this afternoon with that guy, I’m thinking you might need more time.”
