“I want to hear it. Your speech.” My heart was pounding. My insides were pulsing.
“Now?”
“Later. Maybe.” I choked a little. “Just…don’t stop.” God, don’t stop.
He was smirking a little. “Is it too much?”
“Not too much.”
“I want you ready.”
“I am ready.” If I wasn’t so far gone, I probably would have rolled my eyes.
But Noah knew what he was doing, building this pinching inside of me. “You sure about that?”
My mind is nothing but chaos now. I’m gripping him. I want more. I want…
“Now.” I tugged on his boxers, trying to drag them down.
Noah growled at this. He actually growled.
But then… “Hold on.” He drew back and although I was totally distracted by how his boxers hugged his…extremely manly parts, I immediately realized the problem.
The hold up.
“Condom?”
Noah had scrambled off the bed, grabbing his sweats, but he wasn’t putting them on. He was looking for…pockets?
He found just what we needed. And he didn’t waste time tearing it open.
Another me might have considered it presumptuous that he’d come to my hotel room so prepared. This me, the one squirming and hot, was just grateful.
I mean, I was on the pill, but it was safer this way.
“So, you didn’t really come to banish my ghosts?” I teased.
He was back on the bed again. Eyes glittering.
“I’m more than willing to banish your ghosts, Grumpy Girl.” His voice vibrated all my nerve endings.
And we picked up right where we’d stopped.
His mouth was on mine again. I pushed my hips up, grinding, greedy.
No more teasing. Just…feeling good. Making him feel good, too.
And maybe… Maybe something deeper.
Nope.
No thinking like that.
His hand was between us again. He positioned himself, and I pulled my knees up, not afraid of being too demanding, too excited, too…anything.
He nudged inside, giving me time to adjust, and then again.
“I’m good.” And so wet. I was more than ready.
