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CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Emma woketo the sun on her skin, a smile on her lips, and Noah’s arms wrapped possessively around her. No, not just Noah anymore. Herlover. She’d lost count of how many times they’d made love the night before, but each time had been more incredible and more passionate than the previous. Noah had been attentive in ways she didn’t know a lover could be—or would be. And sure, she didn’t have any other experiences to draw from, but she knew what it was like to feel unloved and unwanted, and she hadn’t felt either of those last night.
Grin spreading, she snuggled closer to him. She couldn’t lie. She wanted to wake beside him every morning. No, she wanted alifewith him, one where they grew old together, went on horseback rides, and maybe once trekked Bluebonnet Creek all the way to the ocean. Maybe they could even have a family one day, but heaven only knew what kind of parent she’d be. She hadn’t exactly had the best role model growing up. Still, it might be nice to have kids and sleepy Sunday mornings snuggled in bed or Friday nights in the music room as she played piano.
Maybe that could be her new miracle?
Noah teased a hand over the small of her back and had goosebumps rushing out in every direction. “Your thoughts are deafening,Corazón. How’s a man supposed to get any sleep?”
“Sorry,” she murmured. “I’ll try to think softer from now on.”
He chuckled, a sexy sound that rumbled from his chest and into hers, and every nerve-ending in her body fired. How was it possible to still want him this badly when she was still exhausted from a night of nearly nonstop lovemaking?
She lifted her head and let her greedy gaze take him in. His shoulder-length black tresses were mussed and strewn out on the pillow. His eyes reflected the remnants of a nearly sleepless night, and yet, he still looked positively edible.
She touched his cheek. “So, uh, I’m supposed to have a meeting with one of my clients this morning. What do you think the chances are of me calling him and rescheduling without making him angry with me?”
The left side of his mouth tipped up. “I guess that depends onwhyyou’re wanting to reschedule and whether it’ll have anything to do with the reason your client just might want to reschedule, too.”
“Could be, I guess. It depends on whether he feels up to what I have in mind.”
Quick as a flash of lightning, he flipped her beneath him, his erection already hard between them. “Oh, I think he’s up for what you have in mind.”
Oh yeah, he was certainly up all right.
She stilled her expression and prayed she could pull this off without giggling like a schoolgirl. “I don’t know. Are you up for a game of cricket?”
A smile split his face, and his laughter was the most harmonious music she’d ever heard. He had such a fantastic laugh. She didn’t hear it nearly enough, and she wanted to work on that. He smirked. He grinned. He chuckled. But this unbridled laughter was a thing of beauty, and she vowed to find more ways to make him laugh in the future.
“Do you even know how to play cricket,Corazón?”
“No. But maybe I wanted to learn by having you teach me, which is why we’d need to reschedule.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He lowered onto his elbows so that they were nearly mouth-to-mouth. “There is only oneracketI plan to use with you this morning.”
“Oh, yeah. And what, uh,racketwould that be?”
“Allow me to show you.” With a wicked grin, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
Rollingonto his back after yet another round of lovemaking, Noah fought to get his breathing back under control. He was exhausted, but dang it, he already wanted her again.
“Still with me?” he asked, reaching blindly for her hand.
“I can’t feel my body. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be able to feel my body.”
Laughter spilled out and nearly doubled him over. He rolled toward her and propped onto an elbow so that he could take her in. Her eyes were closed, and her lips curled in a satisfied, lazy smile. In the post-coital haze, she hadn’t attempted to cover herself, and he hoped that meant she was growing ever-more comfortable with him.
With the most delicate touch he could manage, he traced his index finger over her nipple. “Can you feel that?”
Her laughing grin said yes, but her words, not so much. “I’m not sure. Better try it again.”
“If you insist.” He replaced his fingers with his mouth.
“Okay, okay. Definitely feelthat.”
“Good to know.” He nipped his way to her collarbone.
“Mmm. What time is it?”
