One Last Time(65)

I don’t have to wonder if he likes something, and he doesn’t hold back. Noah constantly lets me know how I make him feel both physically and emotionally.

Right now, his mouth is telling me everything I need to know. He’s feeling feisty and domineering.

Our lips break apart, and I’m ready for him. I need him inside me. I move down so I can ride him for once.

“Don’t move.” He grips my hips, stopping himself from entering where I need him most.

Oh, this is going to be good. I like bossy-in-the-bedroom Noah. He gives me control sometimes, but I’m more than happy to hand it over to him.

My pulse is racing as he moves his hands from the backs of my thighs to the front. Slowly, his finger feathers against my pussy, but he doesn’t touch enough to give me any release.

“Noah,” I beg. “Touch me.”

“I am touching you.” I hear the smile in his voice. “You played your game; now I’m going to drive you fucking crazy.”

I moan as his other hand moves to my back, pushing me onto my knees. He’s going the wrong way. I want him to fuck me, not move me farther from his dick. Right when my lips part to tell him, he starts to rub circles against my clit.

Damn it. I can’t think of anything but the immense pleasure that’s coursing through my limbs.

“So good,” I pant.

“You’re going to have to keep it down,” Noah warns as he pushes my knees farther apart and starts to slide toward the bottom of the bed. “When you come this time, no screaming.”

I’ve never had a problem keeping quiet before, but with him, I can’t control myself. It’s like a switch inside me has been flipped, and the more we make love, the more vocal I become. Noah makes it his mission to ensure this continues as well.

I’m. A. Lucky. Bitch.

My fingers slip in his hair, and I hold on. “I’ll be quiet, don’t you worry.”

Noah’s eyes spark with a challenge. “We’ll see about that. Get up here and let’s find out if you can handle it.”

I’m not sure what he means. Up where? I start to slither to where he is, but he stops me.

“No, sweetheart. I want you to sit on my face.”

I was about two seconds away from an orgasm before, but now I’m going to lose it. How in the hell is this my life? The sexiest man I’ve ever seen is in my bed, telling me to sit on his face . . . someone needs to slap me awake.

He grips my hips and positions me exactly where he wants me.

The first time his tongue brushes my clit, I fall forward, holding the headboard for support. Then he repeats it again and again until I’m biting my tongue so hard I’m seeing stars. Or maybe that’s the fact that each time I get close to release, he stops. He’s playing cat and mouse with my orgasm.

“Noah,” I moan. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

My nails dig into the wood as he continues to drive me crazy. His hand slides up my stomach, and he rolls my nipple. My muscles tighten before I shatter to pieces. Somehow, I’m able to keep myself from screaming, but there are some nice nail marks in the wooden headboard now.

Noah flips me onto my back, pushes my knees wider, and enters me. My eyes close as I’m filled to the brink.

“Look at me.”

My God, his voice is so damn seductive that I have no choice but to do what he asks. I look at the lust swirling in his green eyes, and my pulse pounds in my ears. Noah starts to move slowly as neither of us disconnects our gazes. His hands glide up my legs, and then we’re nose to nose.

Something shifts between us. It’s no longer just sex. I don’t know if it ever was, but there’s no denying it right now. His fingers cup my cheek, and I hold the back of his neck. Noah’s lips touch my nose, my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, and then finally my lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me as he moves slowly. “You make it impossible to think of anything but being with you.”

“I want you so much,” I tell him.

“You have me, sweetheart. You have me.” He continues to make love to me, whispering about how good it feels and how much he cares about me.

I’m overwhelmed.

Every part of me is becoming his. There’s no denying how I feel anymore. Whether I wanted to or not, I’ve fallen in love with him. He’s everything I could’ve ever wanted to find. In his eyes, I see all the answers to the fears I have about how he feels. Neither of us needs to say the words to speak them.

“I can’t hold back much longer,” he tells me.

I lift his head, waiting for him to look at me. When he does, I let all the remaining walls between us crumble. “Love me, Noah. Love me and don’t hold back.”

Our foreheads touch and Noah falls over the edge.

I lie here, totally spent loving his weight on top of me. My fingers make patterns on his back and he kisses my neck. “We were pretty loud,” he says with an impish grin.

“If we woke the kids . . .”

Both our heads move to the door, hoping no little feet are visible. “I think we’re clear,” Noah laughs quietly.

I hope so, that will be a conversation I’d love to avoid until the kids are . . . forty.

We clean up, and I go double-check to make sure the kids are asleep. Relief consumes me when I find them both passed out exactly like I left them an hour ago. I tiptoe back to my room, feeling like a teenager who is going to be caught by her parents.