“Open it.”
I sit on his bed and open the book.
Inside the book is a cut-out section with numerous pieces of paper folded within it. I open one to find my handwriting and then another.
They’re various notes I’d given him over the years.
Oh.
I look up at Noah with tears in my eyes.
“I really gotta stop making you cry.” He chuckles.
I shake my head rapidly. “No, you really don’t. They’re happy tears! This is so sweet, I can’t believe you kept all these.”
“I could never erase you from my life, Audrey. And even when we weren't really talking, it felt nice to have a piece of you.”
“Goddamn Noah, you’re one of the good ones.”
“I’m the best one.” He smirks.
“Let’s not get too carried away here, huh?” I tease before asking, “Are you tired?”
“No, I’m wired because you’re here.”
“Good. Because I have an idea,” I whisper before rolling on top of him.
His eyes widen and his dick starts to harden, pressing against his jeans. “I think I like this idea already.”
We continue to kiss, slowly taking layers off, until there’s nothing between us.
As we kiss, I lift my hips, teasing the tip of his dick and when he slides into me slowly, my eyes close in a mix of pleasure and love.
Noah doesn’t move and when my eyes find him, we share a smile.
“I love you,” I tell him.
His thumb skims across my bottom lip. “And I love you, so much.”
I lift myself up slightly before dropping down, repeating the motion until I’m comfortable with his full length.
A contented smile fills his face.
Once he’s fully inside me, he groans. “Good girl.” My insides tighten around him making us both laugh. “I’ll never tire of how you react to me saying that.”
I respond by pulling him out until it’s just the tip, giving him a smug smile. “Are you making fun of me?”
He bucks his hips up at me. “No, not at all, never!”
I let him fill me again. “Good, but you owe me at least three orgasms now.”
His fingers flick at my nipples. “Just three?” An involuntary moan escapes me as my body rides the wave that is slowly building. “Audrey, we have a whole damn house to christen.”
“We already did that. Many times …” I chuckle.
“No, we did that whenImoved in … if this is your house too, we gotta make sure you feel right at home.”
“Oh. Well, I can’t argue with that logic.”
