Forbidden Falls (Virgin River #9)(75)

She put her palms against his cheeks and pushed him back a little. “You’ve just been lonely,” she said.

“That’s just it—I haven’t been lonely since you came to town. I can’t stop thinking about you, feeling you, tasting you, imagining you. I should be stronger than the craving you set up in me, but I’m not. And I’m not just thinking about making love to you once, but making love to you over and over. And I think about how much I want to hear you laugh, how fun it is when you’re teasing me. Then I think about our bodies, skin to skin. It’s powerful, Ellie. And very real.”

“God, Noah, you’re confused…You just haven’t been with a woman in a long—”

“Ellie, I can be with women anytime I feel like it, but I want to be with you. I want to feel you under me. I dream about that.” He shifted slightly, pressing himself against her right in that vulnerable place where her legs were joined. He ground against her convincingly and heard a slight whimper escape her even as she held him closer. Tighter. And she moved her h*ps against him.

“I want to undress you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. And then I want you to taste yourself on my mouth.” He kissed her again, hot and strong and long. One hand crept to her clothed breast, kneading it. “I want you hard and hot and deep and fast. And then I want you slow and sweet. I want you to wrap those beautiful long legs around me. I want you under me and on top of me and sitting and standing. I want to see your eyes when pleasure makes you light up. I want to hold you when you come down and try to find your breath. I want everything with you, Ellie. I care about you more than I’ve cared about a woman in so long, I hardly recognized the feelings. I’m dying for you.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, moving against him.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me you feel something for me. I taste it. Tell me you’re not just lonely.”

“Of course I feel something, you big dope. Why do you think this scares the holy hell out of me? But I thought you’d be the one with the great control! Besides, we’re too different!”

He ran a hand down her bottom, down her thigh and to the back of her knee, lifting her knee to his hip so he could press himself closer.

“But the difference is what’s so exciting, so beautiful. Sometimes I remember your last tease and laugh out loud when I’m all alone. I wake up in the middle of the night and I smell your skin, like you’re next to me. And I want you. I can’t stop how bad I want you. I don’t want it to stop!”

“Noah,” she whispered, her arms around his neck, her mouth open and wet under his. And to her core, she was wet and quivering. He couldn’t know how turned on she was, but as he pressed and gyrated, she just fell headlong into pleasure. She was balanced on the brink of orgasm, and no one had removed a stitch of clothing. He pressed harder, moved his h*ps against her.

“I want to love every piece of you. I want to be inside you. I want our bodies together, to make the two of us into one. I want it all, and I want it hard, soft, anything that will make you happy. I want to hold you, keep you safe, make you scream…I want to make you gasp and tremble and lose control, like I’m losing control. And tip over the edge. And fall.” He kissed her again. “And fall,” he whispered against her lips. “I want to make you fall in love with me. The way I’m in love with you.”

With those words, she tumbled right over that edge and without even getting undressed, experienced a shattering orgasm. She tipped her head back so that it hit the wall, pressed hard against him, put both hands on his butt cheeks to hold him tightly to her, and enjoyed a very beautiful orgasm. Fully clothed, right against the wall. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip and groaned as unbelievable pleasure washed over her, through her.

Then she let out a long sigh and smiled. She moved her arms over his shoulders, dropped her leg from his hip and laid her head on his chest. She went so limp he had to hold her up.

“Ellie?”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “Hmm, be with you in a sec.”

He chuckled. “Well, now.”

“That was a first,” she muttered.

“Not a first orgasm, I hope,” he said.

“No. The first time I was talked into it. You sure have a way with words, Noah. I just got too turned on.” She took a breath. “I guess you’re in the right job. You can talk a person into anything.”

He laughed, a deep, gravelly, sexy laugh. He lifted her and carried her to her bed. He put her down carefully and kicked off his shoes to lie down beside her. Her eyes were closed; she was in afterglow. He could kiss her good-night and leave her now and he wouldn’t have stirred up too much trouble.

But no, he couldn’t. No more than he could summon thunderstorms.

He slowly began to undress her. He unsnapped her jeans, pulled her knit top up and kissed the top of her br**sts. He licked her ear, kissed the inside of her elbow, unsnapped her bra.

“Ah,” she whispered. “Now the foreplay.”

“Well, in your case, I think it’s afterplay. But I bet you’ll enjoy it.”

“Noah, you can talk to me anytime…But don’t you have an RV guest?”

“George is asleep. And even if he’s not, he wouldn’t interfere in my private life. He’s a grand proponent of private lives.”