Then another.
Then another.
My tongue traces a warm path up her soft stomach, across the gentle rise of her curvy little body, savoring every second of it.
She gasps softly when I reach her collarbone.
Her fingers slide into my hair, gripping lightly.
I finally settle between her legs, bracing my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her.
“You good, Love?”I murmur against her throat.
She turns her face toward mine, eyes dark and shining.
“Please, Noah.I want you,” she whispers, her hands tugging impatiently at my hips.
The sound of my name on her lips nearly undoes me.
She is so damn beautiful it steals every coherent thought out of my head.
Every plan.
Every bit of patience.
All that’s left is the way her body feels beneath mine.
Warm.
Soft.
Real.
And the fact that she wants me?
That she’s looking at me like I’m the one she chose tonight?
It hits deeper than I expected.
Better than the day I made the team.
Better than the roar of a stadium when we score.
Better than the win tonight.
Because those things matter.
But this?
This feels like something bigger.
I cup her cheek gently, brushing my thumb across her lips before kissing her again—slow this time, savoring the way she melts into me.
“Easy,” I murmur softly.“I got you.”
And I do.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
