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My heartbeat booms in my ears. Did she just agree? Holy shit.
“I want babies with you,” I say, pushing for more. Trying to show her, even if it risks everything, how serious I am about the two of us. How gone I am for her, irrevocably ruined for any other woman. No one else can compare. “If you want them, anyway. Awkward babies that we’ll love even if they’re cranky little shits.”
Noelle slumps over the bookcase with a blissful sigh, resting her forehead on her hands—and I’d be worried if it weren’t for the way she’s rubbing against my hand, riding my touch, coaxing me toward her center. When I press a finger inside, she sucks me in, so hot and tight. “Good. I want that too.”
My chest has never felt so full. “You do?”
“Uh-huh.”
Horrifyingly, my eyes brim. Blinking that moisture away, I glare around Noelle’s small living room, bedecked in string lights, with its squashy sofa and knitted throw. Adding a second finger, I crook them inside her.
“Reid.”
“I’m here. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
And I may not be the easiest man to live with, I may be on my own wavelength, but Noelle has always understood me. We’ve had a kinship from the start. Like now, as she sobs into her hands and thrusts back against my fingers, her whole body shivering with desire—I know what she needs. And I knowhowshe needs it.
Thirteen
Noelle
Reid is torturing me, sliding his fingers in and out of my body, pressing the most ticklish places inside me. It’s so much, his fingers longer and thicker and more intense than when I touch myself that way, and yet it’s still not enough.
Heknowswhat I need, the jerk.
And he’s going to make me say it anyway. Going to make me beg.
Love that. Love him.
“Please.” The words tumble out of me on a groan, my legs shifting as wide as my half-lowered leggings will allow. “Please, Reid. Fuck me. Please, I need your cock.”
There’s a soft sigh behind me. Then the clink of Reid’s belt buckle, followed by the scratchy sound of his zipper.
Yes.I wiggle my ass, breathless with anticipation.
This felt so good last night. So full andright.Like I’ve been wandering around feeling hollow for my whole life without even realizing it.
There’s no better feeling than Reid Merryweather thrusting deep into my body. Nothing I want more than his strength at my back, his hot breath on my ear, his hands, his cock, his love. All of it.
The broad head of his shaft slides between my legs, getting slick. Toying with me. As my pulse thuds in my wrists, my throat, my clit, I sigh against the bookcase and focus every ounce of my attention on that feeling.
How hard he is. The satin-soft feel of his skin. The moisture that beads from the tip, tickling me and mingling with my own wetness, and the bruising way Reid grasps my hips.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
I nod, too worked up to speak. Too desperate.
“Okay. Breathe out, relax.”
A strong, masculine hand strokes up the length of my spine, soothing some of my jitters as his shaft nudges my entrance. And Reid sinks inside me smoothly, stretching me with his girth, with less resistance than yesterday.
Guess I’m adapting to him. Fitting to his body.
I like that idea.
Like the idea of wandering around the office, making copies and doing tasks, while both of us know that beneath my skirt, I’m tailor-made for his cock. That he could bend me over the desk and slide home any time he wants, and I’d fit him like a glove.
What is wrong with me?
