Breaking the Rules (Pushing the Limits #1.5)(111)

Noah watches the movement. His brown eyes darken, and a thrill runs through me when I spot the spark of lust...the hunger ...the desire...for me.

“Will we ever stop being drawn to each other?” I ask.

Noah barely shifts his head in a no, and the movement causes his lips to slightly brush against mine. My heart stutters then starts again. Once he kisses me, we’ll never be able to stop, and I don’t ever want this to end.

“Never,” he whispers, his voice the right amount of husky.

I tilt my head up, Noah bends down, and the first taste of his lips causes a small sound of pleasure to escape from my throat. His fingers burrow into my hair in response, and our mouths move in time.

There’s this build inside me as hands roam. A surge of warmth in my veins, and all of it leads to places that I consider begging Noah to caress. Hands wander over then underneath. My fingers explore with as much greed as Noah’s.

My hips sway. A reaction to Noah’s touch. A reaction to me touching him. I rub my hand down the plane of Noah’s stomach, and I have no problem lifting his shirt over his head so I can play without barriers. Noah doesn’t take long to follow the change in the dance as he fists the bottom of my tank and slips it off.

Noah pauses and stares at me...my face then my chest then back up again. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

I blush, and Noah smiles. He reaches over and skims the bare skin of my shoulder. Goose bumps form along my arms. One bra strap falls to my arm then the other, and the world tunnels in a pleasing haze. The material of my bra drops a little, but not enough to show all that I possess, and as Noah stretches around to my back, I’m reminded that he’s definitely about all.

With a flick, the pressure around my body gives, and the sweet release of no longer being confined eases across my midsection. His fingertips trace the area where my bra had been, and I shiver as he reaches the front.

Noah leans forward and kisses my neck. The hot sensation of his mouth makes me light-headed. I wrap my arms around him and pull at his hair to stay upright. I revel in the feeling of pure skin against skin.

Using his body, Noah guides me to lie on the blanket, and the moment my head connects with the pillow, his mouth begins this delicious dance down.

Cool air nips at my skin, but Noah’s caresses set me on fire. He does things that he’s done before, and then he does things that he hasn’t. Things with my breasts...places below. Touches and kisses and things that urge me to clutch the blanket as my back arches, things that cause the breath to rush out of my body, things that encourage me and Noah to find a rhythm.

What started off as slow becomes faster.

When he lifts his head back to mine, I swear to God the world explodes. We’re rolling and shedding more clothes until there is absolutely nothing left between us but the night.

And then Noah’s there. Near that special part of me that’s warm and ready, and I have to force my mouth away from Noah’s as I gasp, “Protection.”

I smile when he mumbles a curse word into my shoulder, then giggle when he gently nips my neck. Faster than even I thought Noah could move, he’s yanked his wallet out of his discarded jeans, found a condom and has it on.

He rolls back on top of me, smoothing the hair away from my face. “I love you, Echo Emerson.”

“I love you.” I do. So much that saying the words doesn’t seem like I’m doing the high inside me justice.

“You sure about this?” he asks.

I wiggle, becoming impatient with how my body is pulsating and how Noah’s not acting. He grins and I smoosh my lips to the right. “I want you, and you’re not playing right.”

Noah chuckles, but wastes no time reclaiming my lips. He begins this silent rhythm with his body that’s in time with my pulse. My arms tangle around his neck, my legs hook with his, and I move along with him, increasing the speed at exactly the same time.

There’s no warning. One moment Noah was out and then he’s in. I suck in a breath and Noah stills. The burning from the first time...it’s there, then it fades.

Noah skims his nose along my cheek, feathering kisses along my skin. My hands roam along his back, and after another second of readjustment, I inch my hips down, and it doesn’t take long for Noah to nudge his body up.

Unable to keep silent anymore, I breathe out his name. One time. Another. And each time I say it, Noah holds on to me tighter. His hands slip lower and right as the entire world grows dizzyingly out of control, Noah rocks forward hard.

My eyes shut tight, warmth explodes through me, colors appear behind my closed lids, and as my entire body tenses with pleasure, Noah takes his turn saying my name.

We hug each other as we catch our breath, then we lazily kiss as our muscles slowly lose the ability to function. He shifts off me, rolling away to take care of things, and when he turns back, Noah pulls me into his chest.

We lie there. My fingertips trace the muscles of his chest. His fingers play with my hair. The blanket keeps us from being fully exposed. The sound of his heart against my ear joins the sound of the frogs and crickets in the still night.

“Promise me we’ll come back here,” I say to him. “Promise me that someday we’ll make love here again.”

“I swear it.” Noah bunches my hair into his hand, and when I look up at him he kisses my lips. “I’ll bring you back here every damn year.”