“I want this. I want you,” I tell him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, swallowing my cry as his cock glides between my thighs, coating itself, before he lines himself up and pushes in.
I gasp as he fills me, achingly slow, giving me the chance to adjust to his size. He’s stretching me, but it doesn’t hurt, I feel…whole.
I’m panting, watching the strain on Noah’s face and in his muscle as he forces himself to stay still once he’s fully seated.
“You can move,” I tell him. “I want to feel you.”
He looks down at me and my breath catches at the look on his face, downright adoring, before he pulls out, just long enough for me to feel the absence before he pushes back in and I am crying out his name. My breathing gets heavier as he thrusts into me, our hands clasped together, bringing me closer and closer to bliss.
I love you is on repeat in my head, so I pull him down for a kiss that bares my heart.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Noah
Mine
I have to think about dead presidents so I don’t come. Savannah is tight and wet and warm and I want to stay inside her forever.
“You won’t break me,” she says with another kiss, as if this isn’t the best sex I’ve ever had. Like I’m struggling to come rather than straining to stay in the game.
I adjust our position, lifting her leg so I can go in deeper, filling her with every thrust as she gasps and moans my name. Before long, our rhythm gets faster, and I try to hold off, but I’m coming harder than I ever have, and she’s right there with me, screaming my name as her pussy clenches around my dick.
I kiss her, propped on my forearms so I don’t crush her under my weight. I’m still inside her, but she’s holding me like she’ll never let go, and I don’t think I want her to.
I wait until we catch our breath and my heart stops pounding before I pull out and lie on my back, pulling Savannah into me.
I’m in trouble, but I can’t bring myself to care about anything other than the woman in my arms, resting her head against my shoulder…
Mine.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Savannah
Casual Hookups
I wake up in Noah’s arms and debate sneaking out before any awkward encounters. Not that I think he doesn’t want me here, but he didn’t so much ask me to stay over last night as wrapped his arms around me before falling asleep.
As if sensing my retreat, Noah pulls me closer and nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck.
“Good morning,” he says, leaving kisses along my shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I say, not sure what the appropriate response should be. Last night was amazing and I don’t regret it, but reminding myself that this means nothing to him might break my heart right now. “I should get out of your hair.”
“Are you running away?” He calls me on it, furrowing his brow as if it’s a surprise.
“I’ve never done this kind of thing before, but I’m sure you have things to do today.”
“This thing being…getting caught trying to sneak out of my bed the morning after mind-blowing sex?”
He kisses the nape of my neck, and I wish I could be that unbothered.
“Casual hookups,” I admit, rolling my eyes. I don’t want to imply I think I’m anything more than…what? A one-night stand?
“This is new territory for me too.”
