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I reach around and cup her damp heat. She sighs, melting into my chest.
“I can still feel you there,” she says as I massage her folds, sliding a finger in.
“Too sore?”
“Hmm. Never.”
“That’s my girl,” I growl as she presses her rump back against my hard length.
I hook her top leg and guide it backward, allowing me to slip inside her from behind.
Now she’s fully awake.
“Oh my god! Yes!”
I tease her overstimulated clit as I push in, bringing us both toward another sweet, thundering climax.
ChapterFourteen
Ursula
I wake to the scent of cinnamon and coffee and to the sensation of a man between my thighs.
“How many times in one night are you going to make me come?” I say on a gasp.
“It’s morning” is Noah’s muffled answer.
Pleasure arcs through my body as his evil tongue takes control, his mouth sucking my clit.
My fingers scrape against his scalp and the nape of his neck. I can’t control my body’s automatic response to press against him, his tiny bit of scruff scraping my skin. He feels like heaven.
By the time he makes me come for the third (fourth? fifth?) time on this date, my stomach is howling as the scent of cinnamon intensifies.
My gracious date provides me with a T-shirt and oversized pajama pants, which I wear as we hang out in the kitchen eating his homemade cinnamon buns and drinking fresh brewed coffee.
“I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning,” I say, winking.
Noah rubs his tummy. “All this can be yours every day.”
I set down my coffee mug and study him across the table. It’s hard not to give that sweet, kind face whatever it wants. “Until I leave to go back to Nashville.”
He nods, his expression unreadable. “Right. Until then.”
ChapterFifteen
Noah
My shift finishes early on Christmas Eve, and I head home to find Ursula adding tinsel to a tree that I’m pretty sure she took home from the pharmacy.
The place smells like cookies and cider, and I’m filled with a sense of home I haven’t felt since childhood. I smile as I toe off my work boots, enjoying the sight.
“Did you steal that from work?” I ask, coming behind her and easing my arms around her waist.
“Sure did. The owner is never there and leaves me in charge most of the time. And the store is closed tomorrow, so I thought, why not? Someone should enjoy it.”
“You know, they say if the person you’re sleeping with decorates your house for Christmas, that makes them your girlfriend or boyfriend.”
I’m grateful she doesn’t seem put off by this, yet she plays it off. “Yeah, I think I saw that article inParademagazine,” she jokes, turning her head to receive a kiss from me. “My aunt cut it out and sent it to me in the mail.”
