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I don’t want to think about anything except this sweet man making me go limp as he fits his cock inside me.
Noah has me backed up against the tile, my legs wrapped around his middle. We fit together so well. We work together so perfectly. The physical and the emotional stuff is so easy with him. Maybe I should call the Curries and ask if they’re interested in selling to me.
Where did that thought come from?
Never mind. Let it go. No more thoughts. Only Noah, right here and now.
This man feels delicious inside me, pumping into me, devouring my mouth.
“You feel so fucking good, sweet thing.”
Tears prick at my eyes at that nickname he likes to use on me. I’d tell him to stop making me feel things, but neither of us can deny the way my body reacts when he says it.
“There you are. Do you feel how tight you are when I call you that?”
“Noah,” I squeak.
He reaches down between us and thumbs my clit. I suck in a breath through my teeth, it feels so good.
“I want to see something,” he says, working over my clit. He slows his thrusts, and I claw his shoulders. Noah uses his lips to tease that spot between my neck and shoulder, his breath hot. “I love you, Ursula.”
Instantly, my muscles flex. My legs tighten around him. And I’m wetter than ever. Damn him. My body and soul are acting out despite knowing this isn’t safe.
He’s toying with me, and my body loves it.
So does my heart.
Noah shudders his release, and I come quickly after, moaning his name as he stares me dead in the eyes.
He keeps going, still hard inside me despite his orgasm.
“I love the way you milk my cock, baby. I love feeding it to you.”
I’m speechless. Boneless. Overwhelmed at the way he looks at me.
“I’m going to love you for the rest of my life, Ursula.”
ChapterSeventeen
Noah
Ursula leaves two days before New Year’s Eve like she planned, and I didn’t stop her.
Nor did I force her into another conversation about us.
“Just text me when you arrive safely,” I’d told her.
Which she did. And then the conversation was strange and stilted.
“Thanks for the lift to the airport.”
“Go have fun with Jasmine. Stay safe,” I said. What I really meant was that I miss her already.
I sign up for extra shifts while she’s gone, and I lurch through them like a zombie. Good thing there’s not much crime in Fate. I had one incident of teenagers vandalizing the new mini-golf course down by the lake. Another report of stolen construction equipment where the new housing development is going in. The night before New Year’s Eve, I have to respond to Ms. Ernestine’s farm to take a report on stolen merchandise from her gift shop at the Curiosity Spot, but it turned out she just misplaced some souvenir magnets.
I roam through the rest of my shift on foot because I’m tired of being in my car.
The snow falls gently on the courthouse square, and I find myself wondering if Ursula would be here right now, with me, if I were a different person. If I was more authoritarian and demanding with her.
