I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“So damn good.” He echoed.
And there was no more hesitation. Just thrusting. Filling me.
My body arched beneath his, heat building as I clung to him, shaking.
To be seen.
To be touched.
To be wanted.
“God, Luna.” We were breathing the same air, moving together like this had already happened a thousand times in another life.
“Noah.” I bit out his name, taking more of him. He was…harder. And just as that delicious feeling threatened to explode, he moved faster, more deliberate.
And when his body tensed, holding…pulsating. I shattered.
I was utterly done.
Utterly dazed.
Because that was…even better than I’d imagined.
With ragged breaths, he pulled me tighter and buried his face in my hair, our legs still twisted together.
Just a fling. We’d agreed.
Harmless, right? Not me doing something stupid to blow up my life again.
Not me just asking to get hurt again.
We shifted. Then Noah reached for the blanket and pulled it over us.
“Hush.” His breath caressed the side of my face.
I twisted around so I could look up at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked incredibly content.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking too hard.”
I relaxed into the pillow we were sharing again.
It really wasn’t fair that he could read my mind when I’d been trying—and failing—to read his mind since the day we’d met.
“I can’t help it.”
He squeezed me. “I know.” And then he laughed a little. “But it really is okay.”
Just a fling.
Just once. Or…maybe.
Twice.
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