“Daily at five in the morning. Got it,” he replies, with a wink.
I send a smirk his way. “Thank God you’re moving out.”
Clearing his throat, he grabs my hand in his, running his finger along my thumb a few times. “Audrey?”
“Mhm?”
“I’m really happy.”
His voice is soft but somehow it sends goosebumps through my entire body.
“I’m really happy, too.” I lean towards him, kissing him, before pulling back. “And for the record, sex or not. You’re staying in bed with me tonight.”
“Yes ma’am.” Noah’s eyes twinkle with delight.
When the hotel room door closes behind us, Noah’s mouth finds mine and he guides me towards the bed.
“Can I take this off?” He pulls back, his hands reaching for the zipper of my dress. I nod before he starts unzipping it at a snail's pace, as if he wants to savor this moment.
When it falls to the floor, he takes a step back, shaking his head.
I look down at my body self-consciously. “What?”
“You’re spectacular, Audrey. Absolutely spectacular.”
His mouth crashes against mine and before I can process what’s happening, he’s lifting me up by my ass, my hands tugging on his hair as he carries me towards the bed.
He places me on the bed, staring down at me with wide blue eyes. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
I shake my head side to side. “What a coincidence. I can’t believeyou’remine either.”
Noah goes to climb on top of me but I stop him. “What?”
“Your jeans need to go, and your shirt does too.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Noah, stop calling me ma’am and strip, dammit!” I laugh.
He quickly strips down to his boxers and climbs onto the bed beside me. We kiss for a while before his hand lands on my ass and he lets out the most contented sigh.
It makes a giggle escape my lips.
“Are you going to laugh at me the whole time?”
“Of course,” I reply, kissing him again, “but you better keep touching my butt or I’ll be very disappointed.”
“If you insist!” Noah smiles before pulling me so that I’m lying on top of him, both his hands cupping my ass.
My eyes widen at his firmness between us.
Holy crap.
“Auddie?”
“Yeah?” I lick my lips, trying to act casual.
“Your time, your terms. Okay?”
