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“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh yes. You feel so good. So good…”
“You feel incredible,” I told her, rolling my hips slowly. “You feel…”
Like everything I’ve ever wanted.
I kissed her, my body arched over hers, moving faster now, and she pulled me closer, angled her hips to take me deeper. A constant stream of beautiful sounds came from her: little moans and breathy gasps and whispered words ofmoreandyesand my name, again and again, so that I never doubted that she wanted this as badly as I did.
Her hands were all over my back, her nails digging into my scarred and unscarred flesh alike, as if they were one and the same. And then into my hair, where I felt her fingers brush the hideous scars there too, with no recoil. Only acceptance. More than acceptance, because it wasn’t that she felt my ugliness anddecidedit was okay. She made no distinction between scarred flesh and whole. It was just me that she wanted, as I was, and who is ever lucky enough to feel that in this world?
The urgency between us grew; my body was moving now on its own and it took everything I had to hold back. I felt Charlotte shift beneath me, and her hands were gone from my back. Her mouth rose to meet mine in a kiss that was all tongue and wet lips and barely contained hunger. I groaned into our kiss, as my left hand found her breasts, stretched taut somehow. I kept exploring, over her collarbone, her shoulder, then up her arm to find she was gripping the headboard above her head with both hands.
The image that created in my mind came swiftly: her hands clenched above her head, bracing herself, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her luscious mouth a perfect O of pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispered, as if answering a question I had asked with my searching hands. “Let go, Noah. I want this. I want you. Hard. Please…”
Thank Christ.
She wanted what I wanted, and my body obeyed her breathy little command immediately.
I braced myself, palms flat on either side of her, and rose up to thrust deeply into her. She answered with a cry, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I thrust again and then again, harder and faster each time. Then Charlotte—my God, this woman—she had me gripped so tightly, lifting the lower half of her body off the bed to meet my every thrust while I drove into her over and over, each time coming closer to the edge of an ecstasy I had never dreamed was possible.
No whispers or gasps anymore, now Charlotte was crying out,screaming outher pleasure with every thrust, and I gave up trying to keep from becoming lost in her and became lost. Feverish. My skin and bones and thrusting flesh were hers now, and she was mine. All mine. Every inch of her was wrapped around me and she took me inside her so completely, I couldn’t tell beginnings or endings, boundaries or bodies, just her and me.
In the end, she pulled me to her, and I sank down deeper into her, as if that were possible, and she kissed me, clutched me tightly. I felt her tense, felt her teeth sink into my shoulder, and then she let go, arching her back and crying out one last time—my name—so I knew I had become her entire world too.
That was all it took. I thrust once or twice more, erratically, as my climax crested and crashed, tossing me into a delirium of pleasure that throbbed like a second pulse in every ounce of my body to leave me drained.
I collapsed on top of her and wanted to stay there, wrapped in her forever. But I was too heavy. She shifted beneath me, reached for something by the bed.
“Wastebasket.”
I disposed of the condom and rolled over, taking her with me. I wrapped my arms around the smooth, velvety skin of her back that was slicked with a fine sheen of sweat. She lay full on top of me, her breasts against my chest, her arms still around me and her breath gusting over my neck. Our hearts were thundering together, then slowing together, and it felt as if her warm, soft body were melting into mine.
We lay this way for a while, neither of us saying a word, until she finally lifted her head and kissed me one last time, breathing life into me when nothing and no one else had before.
chapter twenty-five
I woke up, certain I’d had the craziest, most two-sided dream of my life. The first half was a frightening nightmare, the second half, the most rapturously joyous experience I’d ever had. Noah was wrapped around me, naked, and my body was humming with pleasure. We’d made love three times, until the dawn was breaking in the east, and I had to reluctantly beg off for some sleep. He was insatiable and had stamina to spare. I don’t know why on earth he ever worried he wouldn’t last a minute; Noah was incredible. A real man where Keith had been just a boy.
And it wasn’t merely the physical pleasure that brought a smile to my lips that morning. It was the deep emotion I felt surging through Noah’s every touch that was an added layer of ecstasy. It was in his kisses, in his body that moved over mine, and in the feel of his hands thatlookedat me because his eyes could not. I’d never felt safer in my life than I did in Noah’s arms, and the memory of being mugged probably would’ve faded out of my mind quickly had my violin not been taken too.
Later. I’ll worry about that later,I thought, snuggling closer to Noah. He stirred, woke, and kissed me with intention.
“Really?” I laughed, incredulous.
“Really,” he murmured, and this time he was gentle and slow; he took his time and cherished every inch of me until I cried out his name, delirious and drunk on him.
We took a train from Grand Central Station to New Canaan around mid-morning. The station wasn’t as crowded as it was during a commuter day, but the halls still rang with the echoes of hundreds of footsteps. Noah stuck close to me as we made our way through, but once we took our seats on the old Amtrak, he heaved a sigh.
“My mother’s going to throw a fit,” he said as the train lurched out of the station. “Be prepared for lots of hugs and tears from her. My father will shake your hand as if you just closed a business deal, and once Ava stops shouting at me, she’ll probably hug you too.”
I nodded and smiled faintly, watching the scenery outside the window turn into a blur.
“Charlotte?”
“Oh, sorry. That sounds great.”
He turned to face me. “You okay? You’ve hardly said a word all morning.”
