Our bodies had been running on so much adrenaline for so long that once it was gone, our systems just collapsed. We barely wanted to get up to go downstairs to get food or walk across the hallway to wash ourselves.
But we both seemed to feel the change on the third day. When I got up, Noa came into the room, still steamy and pink-skinned from the shower. Wearing nothing but a towel. And her boot.
A low growl moved through me at the sight of her.
“Nuh-uh,” she said, pushing a hand to my chest when I came toward her.
“Nuh-uh?” I asked, brows shooting up.
“Not until you brush your teeth. I can do sweaty and dirty from running through the woods, but I can’t do morning breath.” She threw an arm out toward the door and I happily obliged.
Only to come back to her sitting bare-ass naked on the edge of the bed.
That rumble moved through me again as I closed and locked the door before moving around the bed, then lowering down to my knees in front of her.
Her eyes heated, the lids going heavy.
My hands slid to her knees, grabbing them, and spreading them for me.
A little sigh escaped her as I kissed up her inner thigh, my beard teasing the sensitive skin before I moved to the center of her, sliding my tongue up until I was circling her clit.
Noa’s hands slapped down on the back of my head, holding me to her as I flicked and circled until she was writhing, whimpering, moaning.
And I wanted her like this, spread, open, coming against my mouth.
But I was too desperate.
It felt like it had been forever.
I needed to be inside her.
I needed to feel her walls clutching around me as she came.
I reached blindly toward the nightstand, fiddling with the box, then pulling out a condom.
Reaching down, I freed myself as I kept licking, kept circling, then slid on the condom.
She cried out when I moved away, trying to drag me back down.
Her objections fell away as I grabbed her legs, yanking them up, spreading them wide, then driving deep into her.
Her moan mixed with my groan as she tightened around me.
It was all hard, fast, and relentless then, both of us too far gone for teasing or taking our time.
She came hard, gasping for breath, thighs shaking. She took me with her, my vision going blurry around the edges, my damn legs going weak.
“I missed that,” she said several moments later.
“Fuck, me too,” I agreed, moving away.
“I think I was too tired to realize how much I wanted that. But now that I do, keep yourself hydrated,” she warned, climbing up the bed, where she lounged with her arm over her head, still gloriously naked.
I wanted to start every morning looking at her just like that.
I cleaned off, then climbed up with her, giving in to the urge to move across the bed and rest my head on her stomach.
Her hands moved around me, holding me close.
