One Last Time(50)

“Fuck, Kristin.” His fingers grip my hair as I bring him into my mouth.

Noah grunts, groans, and curses as I bob up and down. His hands vary from being in my hair to slamming on the bed as I work to give the best blow job of my life. I take him as deep as I can, and his fingers tangle in my hair. He’s losing it and I’m loving every second.

“You . . . stop . . . Kristin . . . fuck.” It’s about time I’m not the only one who can’t speak.

I lift my head, and his emerald eyes meet mine. “Want me to—”

Noah sits up quickly, cutting off my ability to finish and tosses me to the other side of the bed. I squeak as I hit the pillow, and then we’re nose to nose. His breathing is labored and our mouths collide.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, and his cock moves against my pussy. I need him inside me—now.

“Noah, now. Please,” I beg.

“Please what?” he rasps.

“Take me. All of me. Take me.”

He grabs the condom from his pants, rolls it on, and we gaze into each other’s eyes. Noah watches my face as he slowly enters me. The look of ecstasy on his face is something I will never forget.

We make love, moving through different positions, exploring and learning each other’s sounds. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Having someone so committed to making me feel so special. Between the immense amount of pleasure and emotions, I’m spent.

If wine and chocolate had a baby, it would be called Noah, both are satisfying and do my body good.

Noah’s arms are wrapped around me as he sleeps. I inhale, loving the mix of musk and sweaty sex that clings to his skin. He cocoons me in his warmth, and I could stay like this forever. I turn my head, listen to his heartbeat, and drift to sleep with a smile on my face.





Chapter Twenty-One





Kristin





“You need to leave.” I giggle against Noah’s lips. It’s almost three, and I need to grab the kids from my parents by five.

“When can I see you again?” he asks and then kisses me.

We need to stop before I say screw it and have sex—again. It really is like riding a bike, you get back on and go again. I woke to find him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, where I thanked him on the floor since that was where we sort of started last night.

Then, when he found out I’d never seen A Thin Blue Line, he forced me to watch two episodes as he said his lines in my ear. That led to an incredibly long shower with lots of . . . soap, but now I have to get my kids.

I push against his chest, and he chuckles.

My hand goes to his mouth before he can try again. “Tomorrow?”

A sly smile paints his face, and he takes my hand in his. “I was thinking tonight?”

“Noah!” I shake my head. “I have kids. It’s way too soon for them to see me with another man.”

He squeezes my hand. “I could sneak in.”

“They could wake up,” I counter.

“Then you’ll have to be very quiet.” His voice is low and drips with sex.

As much as I want to chastise him, now that he’s said it, I kind of want to take him up on the offer. Damn him and his sexiness.

I take a deep breath, step back a little, and focus on something other than what I could do to keep my mouth too full to speak. “The article is due in three weeks so we’ll need to actually work tomorrow. I need material and then a week to assemble it.”

Noah releases a heavy sigh and nods. “I can try to keep my hands off you.”

“You won’t be the only one trying,” I say under my breath.

He laughs. “Well, if you weren’t the best sex I’d ever had, it wouldn’t be so hard.”

“Shut up!” I smack his arm.

“What?” He raises his hands. “I’m serious.”

“Whatever.”

I get drunk one time in front of him and give him enough material for any situation.

Noah walks over, wraps his arms around me, and kisses my forehead. “I’m not kidding, sweetheart. Last night was hands down the best I’ve had.”

I search for the hint of a lie, but he’s dead serious.

His hands move to my butt, and he pulls me against him. “That’s what you do by just making me think about how good you feel.”

My smile grows when I feel how hard he is. “You should know that you hold the top spot for me,” I say, looking in his eyes. I love how tall he is. There’s something positively sexy about how he looms over me, casting a shadow with his body.

I raise up on my toes to touch my lips to his.

Noah groans as he breaks away. “We need to stop before I toss you over my shoulder and take you to the bedroom.”

Would that be so bad?

I open my mouth to object, but he says the only thing that could stop me. “Finn and Aubrey probably need you.”

He’s right. They know that their dad and I needed to do something yesterday, but they, well, Aubrey doesn’t know what it means. Finn is all too aware, and I think there’s a little relief that he can finally say we’re divorced instead of not living together. It’s the period at the end of the sentence so we can all move forward.

“We could do Monday,” I suggest.