But I do want them.
Withhim.
And I’ve never been one to let fear hold me back.
“I love you too, Noah.” I speak the words that are in my heart. “I never knew it could be like this, but my God, I do, I love you too.”
The smile that lights up his face is possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I know I’m always saying that, but, gah!! Those dimples do me in every time, their sighting once upon a time so rare and now so very precious to me. We’re close enough to share breath as we lay there together, arms and legs intertwined. Noah brushes a curl off my face and his hand lingers, ghosting over my skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“So yes,” I continue. “The answer to your question ishell yes, I want this with you. I want it all, I wanteverythingwith you.”
And then his mouth is on mine and we’re kissing, and I’ve never lived in a more perfect moment in my entire life. There have been some pretty close runners-up, but, I realize, they all belong to Noah too.
We kiss, and cuddle, and grin like fools. Eventually, we doze off again, completely exhausted from both the physicalandemotional expenditures of the day.
???
The bed dips and I peel my eyes open to find Noah grinning down at me.
“I brought you something to eat. And drink,” he says, twisting the top off of a water bottle and handing it to me. I accept it gratefully while he assists me in propping myself up to drink, chuckling when I guzzle almost the entire thing in one shot.
“Need to keep my girl hydrated.”
“Thanks,” I gasp, and wipe at my mouth. I hand him back the bottle and he turns away to place it on the side table reappearing with a slice of cheddar and holding it to my mouth.
“You’re gonna feed me?” I ask with a smile.
“Mm-hmm. Open up.”
The command calls to mind something else he fed me earlier today, and I shiver at the memory, my body and senses promptly coming awake again.
I do as he says, accepting the salty cheese onto my tongue, and moaning at the deliciousness. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. Is there anything better than cheese?
Noah’s eyes flare at the sounds I’m making.
Yes, yes, there is.
He watches me chew and swallow it down with an intensity that isn’t helping matters between my legs. Turns out I’m not just hungry for food.
I want him.
Again.
Hard to believe after he licked me to insanity and then banged me into oblivion only a few hours ago, but … yeah. The man’s freakin’ irresistible.
Andhe’s hand-feeding me.It’s sexy as fuck!
I rub my legs together in an effort to soothe the growing ache, suddenly feelingsoso empty.
Noah feeds me another piece of cheese and then some grapes, pausing to trace the last one enticingly over my lips before pushing it into my mouth. He’s so not helping–and he knows it. He settles back into the cushions beside me and his hand curves tenderly, reverently, over my protruding belly. It’s so at odds with the rough manner in which he fucked into me earlier, the harsh tug of his fists in my hair, the sharp sting of that hand on my ass. The dichotomy of this man is completely disarming, and utterly addicting. I love how he can go from overprotective caregiver to bossy alpha male in a heartbeat.
Hmmm.Bossy alpha …
“We’re going to have to do something about your cursing,” I say lightly, unable to get my mind out of the gutter or away from the memory of what he did to me … how he made my body sing for him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbles into the skin of my neck, and I can hear the smile in his voice just as he licks up the column of my throat.
“Pretty sure I heard you drop an f-bomb earlier. Maybe even more than one.Actually, I think it was something like, ‘fuck, fuck, Lucy, fuck!’”
