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“Whose story?” he asks, his fingers running through my hair softly and caressing my scalp. It feels so divine. Tate took out the stitches before I left, as everything was healing well.
“Badger and Ashton, who did you think I meant?” I look up at his stupid grin.
“Oh, I knew who you meant, I just wanted to check. You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” His laughter makes my head bounce a little with the movement of his body.
“But don’t you ever wonder why Badger is on his own after all these years? He's a big softie and has a lot of love to give under that hard-ass exterior. And Ashton, there is some story with him. Why doesn’t he have a code name like the rest of you? How is such a good-looking man still single?”
“Okay, hold up, good-looking man? You been checking out my partner?” The softness in his body has changed, and I can feel the jealous tension stiffening his muscles.
“Steady there, big boy. You can’t deny that all the men surrounding you are hot.” The lines on his forehead are getting tighter and his lips pulling into a straight line. “They just aren’t as hot as you. You make me sizzle.” I try to hold it in, but I can’t. I laugh at how annoyed he looks at the thought of me thinking about his team.
“You think it’s funny to be telling me that? Seriously, Cassie, do you even understand me?”
Better than you think, Ghost.I know I need to calm the savage beast in the best way possible, reassure him that the only man in my life is the one right here with me. The one who has been here the whole time, and I know that no matter what happens, he’ll never leave. The man who rocks my world in a way that no other man has.
“I understand you perfectly.” Rolling onto my side, I face him and push up onto my hand so my head is level with his. “In the way that if I push you enough, I know that growly protective caveman might just take me to bed and throw caution to the wind with me.” I can see the strain on him, trying to hold back.
“Cassie, you know my rules,” he growls at me. His head might be telling him what he thinks is the right thing to do, but his body is totally on board with my plans. Looking down into his lap, I can see his cock pushing against his zipper, and his breathing is getting heavier.
I look back up into his eyes that are on fire.
“Don’t look at me like that.” The huskiness in his voice tells me he is holding on by a thread.
“Like what?” I stare into his soul, and with my look, I’m letting him see what I want—no, what Ineed.
“Like you want me to fuck you all the way through to tomorrow.” I lick up his neck until my mouth is at his ear. “Cassie,” he lets out on a strangled moan. “We should wait.” He grabs the back of my head, my hair tangled in his fingers, and the slight pain is like heaven to my body.
“I’m done waiting. I need you,” I purr, kissing just below his ear in that spot that always makes me shiver, hoping it’s giving him the same sensation. “To make me feel, to show me I’m alive.”
Pulling my head back fast, his lips slam into mine. Our tongues enter into a war for dominance with each other. He drags me up the couch with his strong arms and into his lap as we continue feasting on each other. Noah has me exactly where he wants me.
He angles my head so he can show me who’s in charge—something I’m happy to do, giving up any control.
I don’t want to be strong tonight, I just want to be loved!
Pulling back slightly, I need him to know it’s okay. “Tate said we could.” My heavy breathing is all I can hear. As soon as he touches me, I’m not sure I will be able to last.
“I don’t need permission from another man to make love to my wife!” In my head I’m laughing, but the possessiveness has me squeezing my thighs tightly together. I don’t know why but his dominance over me when we’re like this is like liquid lust being pumped through my veins.
“Then what’s holding you back?” I push my ass down a little harder on his cock that I can feel getting stiffer the more I move.
“Because I need to be gentle with you, and I’m not sure I’m capable of that right now!” He’s at the end of his restraint, I can tell.
“I don’t want gentle, Noah. I want your cock buried so fucking hard and deep inside me until there is nothing between us. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile.” I take a breath as I tell him my greatest fear that I have held onto for so long.
“I’m not weak like they all think I am.” It comes out on a whisper, with a sob behind it. I didn't even realize it was something that had been weighing on my subconscious. All the men in my life before Noah thought I was someone who didn’t deserve a life of choice.
Not saying a word, we're moving. Noah stands with me in his arms, not even struggling to carry me to the bedroom. I don’t think he knows he is mumbling words to himself. His inner thoughts are catching him off guard and being voiced, rather than kept inside his head. He is normally so in control, but the last week has pushed us both out of our comfort zones, making us do things that are out of character.
“Weak, not a fucking weak bone in your body… kill those assholes with my bare hands… hurting my woman…” It becomes more a mumble as he lays me out on the bed. Then silence fills the room as Noah just stands there, staring at me.
“Noah…” Looking up at him, I try to tell him I’m okay. It’s the moment I realize how scared he was of losing me. He is still in fight mode—against the tumor, against Jason and my father, against everything he was trying to protect me from. He doesn’t know how to let go. I need to show him.
Sitting myself up on the bed, I wrap my hands in the hem of my shirt and slowly slide it up my body. I don’t have any sexy lace underwear on, but it doesn't matter. Noah appreciates the show. He sees past any decoration and just wants my body the way it is, flaws and all. I know that, because I feel it every time he touches me.
Dropping my bra to the floor, he still isn’t moving and is transfixed by the slow unveiling of my body. Lowering back onto the mattress, I start pushing down on the sweatpants and panties I changed into when we got home. I just wanted to be comfortable. But being naked is the ultimate freedom for your body. The wisp of cool air rushing over my body has my nipples standing up, hard, and just inviting Noah to take them.
My man is stuck in his own world of fear. It’s time to bring him home, to the place we both let go of all the emotions that are weighing us down. There is no place to hide in such a passionate moment.
