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When I turned around, she was laid out in the middle of the bed like a fucking vision. Dark hair sprawled out around her, the sheet draped over her luscious curves like some Greek goddess immortalized in an oil painting.
“Look at you.” I rubbed my thumb over my jaw as I stalked toward her.
Leaning over, I grabbed the corner of the sheet and tugged gently.
“Noah!”
“No hiding from me, remember?”
Ripping the packet open, I rolled on the condom and crawled over her body.
“I’m nervous.” A violent tremor went through her. “It’s been a while.”
“I’ll go slow.” I rolled my hips, nudging up against her warm, wet heat.
“Don’t.” Her eyes flared. “I want you to make me forget, Noah. I want—”
“Honey, we’re home—” Rang out through the house.
“Oh God, Connor,” Aurora shoved me off, grabbing the sheet.
“And we brought pizza,” Austin yelled.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I jumped up and raked a hand through my hair.
“What do we do? I can’t… they can’t—”
“Breathe. Just breathe, shortcake.” I discarded the condom and started pulling on my clothes, my dick seriously protesting at being shoved back into my sweats. “I’ll handle them, okay? I’ll go down there and distract them, and you can catch your breath.”
“O-okay.” Still clutching the sheet, Aurora slid off the bed and stood.
“Everything will be fine,” I said. “We’ll figure this out.”
She nodded, but I saw the doubt in her eyes, the wild panic.
I was losing her when we hadn’t even gotten started yet.
Well, fuck that.
Closing the distance between us, I cupped her face and lowered my head. “This isn’t over, shortcake. Not by a long shot.”
CHAPTER 19
AURORA
I’d almost had sex with Noah Holden.
Practically begged him to make me forget.
Oh my God.
Warring emotions coursed through me. On the one hand, I felt a bottomless pit of guilt. He was Austin’s friend—his teammate. He was the guy my new friend wanted to ride like a bucking bronco.
He was Noah freaking Holden.
But it was that very knowledge that had a small part of me cheering for my inner hussy. I hadn’t flinched or recoiled from his touch. I hadn’t freaked out—too much—when he insisted that we keep the light on. I hadn’t refused to take off my t-shirt.
I’d been buckass naked in front of one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever encountered, and the world hadn’t ended. I hadn’t combusted or gotten sick or died of shame and embarrassment.
