Don't Let Go(93)

His eyes did a slow drag of my body, stopping at my face with a look of so much—everything—I had to grip the bedpost behind me. Not in twenty-six years had I seen intensity like that. Desire, lust, love, happiness and—raw energy. He approached me slowly, never taking his eyes off mine, and when he simply pushed a strand of hair from my eyes, my knees nearly buckled.
“Say it again,” I whispered raggedly.
“I love you, Jules,” he said, his eyes dark with heat and love and something primal. Shit, that took my breath away. “And you’re lucky I didn’t know you were naked under that robe or we’d have never made it to the porch.”
Oh, holy crap. I started unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, trying to keep from just ripping it apart.
“Are you saying that you want me?” I asked, smiling up at him, attempting cute through my haze of lust.
Electricity emanated off him, like we’d spark if we rubbed together too much. Oh, I was all about finding that out. I almost had those damn buttons undone, and I needed him. I needed skin.
“I’m saying I really planned on making love to you slow and sexy, but—”
The last button gave way and I went for his chest with my mouth, cutting off his words as he sucked in a breath. He tasted as amazing as he smelled. I couldn’t do slow. I was about to derail.
“Oh, God, Noah, please,” I said against his chest, my nails raking down his abdomen as I set to work on his jeans.
“Holy f*ck,” he growled, his fingers tangling in my hair as he grabbed my head and tugged it back. “I need you, Jules.”
“I need you now,” I said, my voice sounding odd and animalistic to my ears. “Please, let’s do slow later.”
Noah’s mouth came down on mine with a smile. “God, I love you,” he breathed, ridding himself of his jeans in two seconds flat.
Skin to skin, his kisses diving deeper, his hands roaming my body, I lit on fire. I couldn’t get close enough. One lift and I was up and wrapped around him, hard body in front of me and hard bedpost at my back.
His shoulder muscles rippled as he held me in place and his expression was all fire as he looked into my eyes.
“Say it again,” he said through his teeth, playing on my words in a much hotter way.
I moved against him, his hair in my hands. “I love you.”
Growling desire, his fingers found me, and as I moaned and bucked with arousal at his touch, he thrust into me.
Oh, God, finally. We both cried out, the sounds foreign and primal as we finally got what we wanted. His fingers dug into my thighs as he slammed into me again and again. The post punished my back, but all I could feel was the exquisite torture of riding a building wave. And all I could see was my Noah. My Noah. His face contorted with exertion and ecstasy as he rode that wave with me. It didn’t take me long. My body started to shake uncontrollably as I reached the top and digging into his shoulders wasn’t enough. I arched into it, reaching over my head to the bedpost behind me as it twisted me out of control.
Crazy noises came from my throat, from somewhere I’d never visited before. Noises of losing control. Screaming his name. It was taking me over. Through it all, I heard him rumbling and cursing and then it was hitting him. His whole body shook as he pounded me harder and let out his own roar of release.
We came down together, slowing down, my arms wrapped around his head, our bodies slick with sweat. Both still trembling and gasping for air, whispering each other’s names. And I was hit with something very exposed. We were one again. After twenty-six years, we were one. I leaned back to take his face in my hands and was touched to the core by the look in his eyes.
“Say it again,” he breathed.
Laughter bubbled up from my chest, and I kissed him, saying the words against his lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you back.”
I would never, ever get tired of that.
“Well, that didn’t take long. So much for foreplay, huh?” he said, a sheepish grin pulling at his lips.
“My living room floor was foreplay, baby,” I said. “I’ve been ready for you ever since.”
He chuckled silently. “Me too.”
“That was hot,” I said.
He leaned his head back to look in my eyes. “Like that, did you?”
“Oh, my God.”
“Well, I’m glad, because I can’t feel my legs anymore,” he said.
“They’re probably off visiting my spine wherever it went to live,” I said, now feeling the bedpost a little more now that the monkey sex wasn’t distracting me.
Laughing, he let go of one leg at a time as we tried to disentangle ourselves and flop onto the bed.
“Think we’re too old for crazy like that?” he asked, threading his fingers through mine.
I looked at his body, and my God he was glorious. There was nothing old there.
“Hell, no,” I said. “In fact, that’s how I want to go out.”
Noah grinned, rolling onto his side. “Banged against a bedpost?”
“When I’m eighty,” I said. “No, eighty-nine. Ninety-five.”
“Damn, we’d better get a gym membership,” he said.
Laughing, I leaned in to kiss him, enjoying the soft slowness of it. His fingers played in my hair as we languished in the moment. God, he was delicious.
“I’ve missed you,” I said softly, kissing him again.
“So have I,” he said, looking into my eyes. “Never have to again.”
It was surreal. “I almost can’t believe we’re here.”
“I can’t believe I finally had sex in this house,” he said, and then grimaced. “Probably a little late to ask if Becca is here, huh?”