Noah strokes his hands up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before gripping the hem of the sleeveless cowl-neck sweater I’m wearing and tugging it over my head. I have yet another set of new lingerie on, and the hunger in his eyes when he looks down at my breasts encased in ivory lace is enough to make my mouth water.
He rubs his hand over his face. ‘I’m dreaming. I’m fucking dreaming right now. I can’t believe this is my life.’
‘Believe it.’ I give his sweater the same treatment he gave mine and make a start on unbuttoning his shirt. I’ll never get used to this, to seeing his gorgeous, lightly haired chest emerge from under his clothes.
‘I need to get you naked.’ He moves in and bites my lower lip. ‘Now.’
A second later, we’re both unbuttoning our own trousers, fast as we can go, and hopping around to get out of them. Noah strips down his black boxers and I stop to stare at this incredible, amazing, fan-fucking-tastic sight: the good doctor, naked and gorgeous and very, very hard for me. His Mediterranean skin still glows with health, even though summer is long gone.
He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. Chucks it on the floor. Captures my mouth with his and hooks his thumbs through the sides of my thong, lowering it enough that it loosens its grip on my legs and I can step out of it while his hands skim up to my chest and he fills each of them with one of my breasts, cupping them firmly, his thumbs working my nipples so hard that the ache makes me arch and moan. It’s so perfect, this feeling. The ache streams through my entire nervous system, lighting up the nerves between my legs and everywhere else like a Christmas tree.
This first time with him here won’t be a slow dance of discovery. There’s no teasing; we’re both too close. It turns out that Family Sunday is a heady form of foreplay, as is having this man I love in my most inner sanctuary, my bedroom. We both need this badly.
I widen my legs and reach between us to grab the heavenly erection that’s already leaking promises onto my belly. I run my fingers over the moisture and right down his shaft, enjoying the delicious weight of his balls in my hands before I move back up. Noah communicates his approval with a low groan that sounds like an animal in pain, angling his head so he can kiss me more deeply while one hand continues its fine work on my nipple and the other slides between my legs.
I gasp. The ache is now white hot, and I wriggle my legs toallow his skilful doctor’s fingers as much access to the centre of my pleasure as they need.
‘Noah.’ I’m panting. ‘Darling, I’m so close.’
‘On the bed,’ he manages, and I practically throw myself on the bed, my body screamingcome and get me,my legs and arms thrown as wide as I can get them. I’m as open as I can be for him. Noah climbs over me, and we pause for a second to connect in a smile that’s loving and desperate and triumphant and incredulous all in one.
Then he’s down. Mouth on one nipple, then the other, sucking hard and ignoring the desperate, pulsing ache between my legs. He pulls away, looking tortured, before fisting his erection and guiding it to my entrance. I’m so relieved I could weep. I need him now. Filling me up. The thrill as he bottoms out and the pressure as he moves. Now that I’m separated, we’ve abandoned the condoms, and I gasp as he strokes his wetness against mine.
‘You ready for this, darling?’ His voice rumbles with intent.
‘Please. Now.’
I arch my bum off the bed and he closes the gap between us on his knees and grabs my hips, driving into me. It’s so good, it’s sogood, and I luxuriate in the incredible rush of sensation as he moves. He’s moaning and grunting and digging his fingers into my hips and my arse as he fills me up, and I watch this beautiful man moving between my legs, becoming one with me here, on this bed.
And then, Nirvana. Noah takes his thumb and rubs it just north of where he’s entering me, watching me all the while with those dark, dark eyes which are now so full of emotion it almost blinds me to look at them.
His thrusts are steady, and rolling, and perfectly deep, and his thumb is relentless, and his face is entrancing as he licks and bites his lower lip. And it’s too much. My body undulateson the bed, and that blessed heat builds and builds and flows and streams through me and I ignite. I crest the wave and it submerges me in endless shock-waves of pleasure so deep that I’m only partially aware of Noah coming right on my tail before collapsing, spent and shuddering, to kiss me and tell me how much he loves me.
We makeit under the duvet to recover. I can’t let myself fall asleep here—it would be an absolute disaster if the kids found us like this—but my orgasm-addled body has other ideas. And yet, there’s none of the despair at our inevitable parting that used to take hold of me in Noah’s flat. Because I know that soon, we’ll be together permanently, under the same roof.
My phone pings from the table beside me and I turn my head with effort to grab it as Noah runs an adoring hand up and down my abdomen. It’s a text. From Serena.
Mum look what Ottilie said she’d buy me for my birthday isn’t it soooo ugly-cute
A few dots, and then a picture appears.
It’s a hideous furry unicorn.
With turquoise and purple stripes.
And an orange horn.
I stare at the image in disbelief and clap a hand over my mouth.
‘You have got to be shitting me,’ I mumble.
‘What?’ Noah cranes his neck to see, and I angle the screen towards him. Oh my God. Oh my God. There’s no way this is a coincidence.
‘Um.’ I’m struggling to process this gigantic head fuck. ‘Right before Mum died, she urged me to find the courage to be with you. I told you that.’
‘Yeah.’ He still looks bewildered.
‘Well… she told me she’d send me a sign to show me she approved if she saw me with you. Anything I wanted. And I chose a unicorn. With turquoise and purple stripes and an orange horn.’
