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He bucks his hips hard, and the sounds of our sex are louder than the forgotten movie. His hips clap against mine, his balls slap against my ass, and it’s incredible to get lost in him.

I orgasm again. And then another time. He draws them out until it’s one long tremor of pleasure—I can’t tell if it’s one orgasm or if one ends and another starts.

Noah bucks his hips harder and harder, his strokes shortening, and judging by his panting and the way his brows knit together, he’s on his way to an orgasm, too.

When he releases inside of me, I’m still in sexual bliss and we cry out together as his cock pulses and throbs inside of me.

I don’t know how long it lasts.

When it’s finally over, he lowers his body onto mine and his heaving chest forces mine to pant in the same rhythm. We’re sticky with sweat. His hair is wet with it when I run my fingers through it.

“Stay with me tonight,” Noah mumbles next to my hear, his hand buried just above my shoulder.

“I have to be out very early tomorrow.”

“Rather that, than leaving now.”

I nod and run my hand down his back, cupping his perfectly sculpted ass.

God, he’s built like a god, sculpted by the angels and sent to Earth for me to fawn over.

When he finally lifts himself from me, I feel his absence acutely.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. This is the second time we start on the couch and end in his bed.

But I like it this way. I don’t want to end up anywhere else.

Before we get into bed, I clean up in the bathroom. Noah tucks me into bed before he climbs under the covers with me and pulls me tightly against him. I throw my arm over his chest and his heart beats against my ear.

Slowly, his breathing evens out, and I can hear when he’s fallen asleep by the depth of his breathing.

I close my eyes. Being with Noah feels so right. When I’m with him, I’m calm and relaxed, and the rest of the world falls away.

Soon, I’m going to have to say goodbye to this and go back to reality. But my flight doesn’t leave for a few more days, and I’m not going to focus on that just yet. I’m not going to let it ruin the good time I’m having.

Because being with Noah is different than anything I’ve felt before—even the time I was with him in college. It’s not only that he’s incredibly attractive and great in bed. He’s a wonderful person. He takes care of his sister and Kylie. He’s attentive, and he steps up and pursues something when he wants it.

I stop myself from adding to the growing list of pros. If I focus on the good, leaving is going to be too hard.

It will be better off remembering all the reason why wedon’twork when I leave, rather than knowing everything I’m losing.

Noah isn’t the man for me. Even when it feels like it right now. It won’t work.

It can’t.

I just have to keep reminding myself of that every time I feel like I’m falling for him. Which is all the time, lately.

But if I don’t remind myself of all the reasons this won’t work out, I’m going to be in big trouble by the time I have to say goodbye.

I’m worried it’s already too late.

Chapter 13

Raven

When I arrive at Spring Studios on Friday morning, I’m emotional. This is the last day of Fashion Week and a sense of nostalgia hangs in the air. The shows are going to be incredible today—on the final day, everyone takes out their best.

I want to go out with a bang; I left some of my greatest pieces for last, too.

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