He hung his head. It was the best kind of torture.
She urged him closer with her legs.
“Addison.” It took everything inside him, every scrap of willpower, to grip her hips and still them both. “Wait. I’m not wearing anything.”
She gasped, like she couldn’t believe she’d forgotten. And yeah, he’d almost lost his damn mind too.
She reached down and opened a drawer before rummaging to the bottom to find a foil. He had it open in two seconds. Ashe rolled it over his cock, Addie’s mouth was on him again. His shoulder, then his neck. Kissing and sucking. Toying with him.
When he was finally covered, he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the dresser, his tip once again at her entrance.
Her eyes flared as she cupped his cheeks and tugged his head down, and the second their mouths met, he slipped inside her. And fuck, she was tight.
Her moan cut into the air, making blood roar between his ears. For a second he didn’t move. He barely breathed.
But then Addie nipped his bottom lip before whispering, “I love you so much, Noah Hayes.”
Her legs tightened, pushing him deeper, and he completely lost himself. He started to move, falling into everything that was Addie as he thrust in and out of her.
It was ecstasy. This woman and everything she did to him was exactly why he’d been fighting his way out of his head and back to her.
For this…for her.
He lowered his head and sucked her neck, tasting her skin. It was as sweet as every other part of her.
She latched onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The bite of pain competed with the waves of pleasure.
He lifted her and turned to press her against the wall. Then he was deeper, her walls clenching his cock, tipping him closer to the edge.
He continued to thrust, deeper, faster, reaching for her nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Her breathing grew louder. More ragged. She was close. And he wanted to nudge her over the fucking edge.
He hooked her thigh higher around his waist, and her breathing hitched, then she cried out. And he lifted his head to watch her fall. Her head flung to the side and her lips parted as she cried out his name.
Fucking beautiful. All of her.
He kept thrusting, kept moving in and out of her, until that last bit of restraint snapped and he shattered. Broke into a thousand fucking pieces and lost himself inside her.
Then he couldn’t move. He just held her, touching his forehead to hers as they sucked in long gasps of air.
“I think,” she whispered, heaving breaths cutting into her words, “make-up sex is my favorite.”
He laughed. That…that was just one of the reasons he loved her. Because she made him laugh when laughing was the last damn thing on his mind.
Eventually he’d need to move. They had to pack up and go to his place. But right now, he couldn’t. All he could do, all he wanted to do, was hold her as they stayed connected in the most intimate way.
CHAPTER 27
Addie watched the trees outside the car, anxiety tingling her spine. Maybe it shouldn’t be, but the closer they got to the park, the higher her nerves crawled up her throat.
“Hey.”
Her gaze swung to Noah behind the wheel. His brows were drawn together like he was worried.
How long had he been watching her?
It had been a week since the attack in her house. A week since she and Noah had found their way back to each other. It had been a quiet week…which was good, right?
