All I know is the way my skin tingles wherever he touches.
The way my breath keeps catching.
The way the room suddenly feels smaller, warmer, filled with nothing but the two of us.
I drop my knees, spreading my legs wider, and Noah groans, his fingers sliding closer to where I want him.
“You’re so hot, Love.So fucking wet,” he growls as he slides two fingers inside of me.
“Noah,” I moan his name.
And this time it isn’t uncertainty.
It’s anticipation.
Because the way he’s looking at me now—while finger fucking me in his dimly lit bedroom—it’s like I’m the most important thing in the world.
It makes something inside my chest bloom wide open.
And when he slides down my body and clamps his mouth right over my needy little clit, sucking hard while he pumps his hand inside of me—so decisive and sure—the sensation is so overwhelming, that’s all it takes before I’m seeing stars.
And I wonder how I will ever get over this one night with Noah.
Chapter9
Noah
Feeling Chiara’sorgasm ripple through her with my mouth on her sweet clit and my fingers buried in her hot little pussy is almost my undoing.
But thank fuck for control.
My girl is still shivering when I pull my shirt over my head and kick the rest of my clothes off, tossing them somewhere behind me without a second thought.
The room is quiet except for our breathing.
For a second I just look at her.
Chiara sprawled across my bed, hair fanned out across the pillow, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with nerves and excitement all tangled together.
And the fact that she’s here?
That she chose this—finally chose me—still feels unreal.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the condom, tearing the foil open quickly before rolling it on, my focus already drifting back to her.
Because Christ.
She’s beautiful.
Not just pretty.
Not just sexy.
Beautiful in a way that knocks the breath right out of my chest.
I crawl back onto the bed, lowering myself over her slowly, letting my mouth find her skin again.
I start low, pressing a kiss just above the soft curve of her hip.
