Dangerously Yours (Titans of Chicago #3)

LULU

It had been over a month since Cade was arrested, and thankfully, he hadn’t been able to use his influence and power to buy his way out of a jail cell. Rotting away was exactly what he deserved, and it was what I hoped he would do. The man he became was not one I had ever recognized during our fifteen years of marriage. He had once been doting, and I honestly thought he would protect me from anything.

Little did I know that the one I needed protecting from was him. It was a lesson I had learned too late in life, and one that Noah nearly paid the price for because of me. Those regrets stayed with me, never truly leaving, but I made sure not to voice them aloud to Noah anymore. He was dealing with enough stress from everything, and I didn’t want to pile onto it.

Things were much different with us, though. Sometimes, they were worse than I ever thought they would be, while also being the same on other occasions. He wasn’t bad, but knowing how much pain he was in from not being able to play the sport he loved anymore was a hard pill for me to swallow. I wanted to make things better, but it was out of my hands. Right now though, as I lay in his arms, this was more than I could have ever prayed for the day he had gotten shot. Currently, the children were with Cade’s sister, who despite her love for her brother, adored her nieces and nephew. I would never keep them from her as long as she didn’t try to poison their still impressionable minds like their father had tried to do.

With the place to myself, Noah and I had dinner, watched some television, then made love. Now, I was basking in the afterglow, and wishing I could have had this without everything else that led up to it. As I stayed preoccupied with my thoughts, I lazily traced the scars from his surgery. They would forever be reminders of how he had almost died because of me. Noah had lost so much, and I had no way of getting any of it back for him.

A tear slipped from my eye, and his body tensed up immediately as it dropped onto his chest. He tightened his arms around me, and I turned my face so I could press my lips to the nearest of his scars. I then made my way higher, making sure to kiss the largest of them before he tangled his fist in my hair. A quick pull was all it took to force me to look up at him. When I did, the look in his eyes made me shiver.

“No tears, Lulu,” he told me, and I flashed him a watery smile.

“I know, but...”

I was unable to finish because he lowered his head, and when he pressed his lips to mine, I surrendered completely to him. The kiss started off leisurely, but when he tightened his grip on my head, I knew why. Noah thrust his tongue into my mouth, and as he deepened the kiss, I responded naturally, and without any hesitation.

This man was truly amazing. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would ever end up with the star football player, who was also a Titan, nor did I ever imagine he would be mature beyond his years. His whole demeanor and personality made it feel like we were closer in age than we really were. When I stopped thinking about our age difference, everything was so natural. Best of all, he actually put my pleasure ahead of his own which had me labeling him a gentleman in my book.

When he finally pulled away, he had a certain look in his eye, and as he stared down at me, I was overcome with emotion. “I know I say it a lot, but I need you to know how much I love you.”

“I love you too, Lulu,” he rasped. “So fucking much.”

I smiled at that, then squeaked as he quickly flipped me underneath him. That had caught me off guard, but the shock was quickly replaced when he yanked me upward, then slanted his mouth over mine. I drew one leg up and when I did, I could feel how hard he already was. The man seemed to stay in that perpetual state, not that I would complain much about it. I returned his kiss with the same intensity, especially when a slight bit of desperation slipped in. So many nights I was afflicted with nightmares, then awakening in a cold sweat to learn that his survival was just a dream, and that he had perished in an ambush meant for me.

Whenever those thoughts crept into my head, I would be overcome with the desire to make every second with him last longer than the previous one. He always knew when I was falling into the wrong abyss because he would rip his mouth away from me like he was doing now, and I could only lay there as I tried to control my breathing. The last thing I wanted to do was hyperventilate like I had the first time we made love after the shooting.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I had told him.

“Not making love to you is the only way it ever could,” he had replied. “Trust me to know what I can handle, Lulu.”

And I had, so the physical side of our relationship was back to where it had been before. Nights like this one were usually spent in one another’s arms making up for any lost time between us. As I raised my gaze to his, I could see him watching me carefully for any further signs of distress. I still couldn’t believe I had landed myself such an attentive lover. Even in the beginning with Cade, he had never been this attuned to my wants and my needs. I wanted to return the favor.

Pushing at his chest, he finally took a hint and rocked back onto his heels. He then placed his palms on my belly, before moving them upward. When he covered both breasts and squeezed, I arched toward him. I was supposed to be controlling this at the moment, but he appeared to have other ideas. Noah pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers until my lips parted in a silent cry.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he told me, and I felt like it when I was in his arms.

“You’re pretty damn hot yourself,” I remarked, earning a slight smirk.

He leaned down and ran his tongue around one nipple before drawing the hardened peak into his mouth. I let out a moan, but it was short-lived because he raised his head once more.

“And you’re so damn responsive, too. When I’m alone, I close my eyes and remember each and every sound you make, and I touch myself.”

My breath hitched in my throat. “I-I think of you and touch myself, too.”

My stammered admission only caused his grin to grow wider. “I don’t only remember how you sound, but I also remember how you taste. You’re my favorite flavor, Lulu. I could kiss, lick, and bite every inch of you.”

“Please,” I pleaded, needing him to fully ignite this fire inside of me that he had simply lit with nothing more than a few dirty words. I didn’t want to play with fire. I wanted to be burned by it. To be burned by him. If the wicked gaze sliding down my body didn’t get me all hot and bothered, then when he slipped his hand between my legs, I knew it would.

“Please, what?” He asked me. “Kiss you... Lick you... Bite you.... That’s already been done.”

“Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me like only you can.”

He pressed his mouth right under my breasts, then began to kiss his way lower. My legs fell apart when he finally slipped his hand where I needed to feel him most. Noah didn’t immediately thrust any of his long fingers into me, or even put his mouth on me. Instead, he simply ran two fingers through my slit in a back and forth motion. It didn’t matter if it was what I fully needed. The man kept me wet, so when he finally pulled them away, I could see my cream glistening on them. Sometimes, he would thrust them into my mouth to clean all traces of myself off, but other times he would slowly lick them clean as I watched. When he brought his hand to his mouth, I knew this time would be the latter.

“You always taste so fucking good,” he told me, then I saw his gaze move over to the bedside table.

A shiver raced down my spine as I realized what had caught his attention. After dinner, we retired to the bedroom to watch television, and during the movie, we shared some chocolate covered strawberries. That particular fruit was one I couldn’t even eat anymore without turning as red as its flesh. Our first night together, he had taken me on my kitchen island, and that fruit had played a big part in it.

Since we had already eaten all of the fruit, that could only mean one thing. Noah grabbed the can of whipped cream, and I shivered once more. “I’ve always had a wicked sweet tooth,” he told me as he popped the cap off of the can.

With his free hand, he slid two fingers back through my slit, then shook the can. Seconds later, the cold cream was coating the inside of my thighs. His head replaced his hand and I whimpered as he laved at the whipped cream with his tongue. His words of praise filled me with warmth, and by the time he worked three fingers into me, I grabbed at my breasts.

My own hand was nowhere near as good as his, but as he finger fucked me, I tweaked my breasts. I squeezed, pinched, and rubbed them, even arching once or twice when Noah hit a sensitive spot. “I’m about to come,” I told him when it all became too much for me to hold back any longer.

He withdrew his fingers much to my chagrin, but then thrust his tongue inside of me instead. Now, his fingers were pinching my clit, and the edge was near once again. He continued to clean every drop of the whipped cream from me before rising before me like a Phoenix.

I didn’t have to say anything more. This was normally the time when he would go for a condom, but a week ago, we had decided to forgo them altogether. Both of us were clean, but we humored one another anyway by seeing a doctor, and since I was on birth control, there was no need to worry about them anymore. With nothing standing in our way, he covered my body with his, then thrust fully to the hilt.

He leveraged himself up on his hands so he wouldn’t crush me, then started to move. “Come for me, Lulu,” he said, before sliding both hands under my ass.

Now, he had me right where he wanted me, so when he started to drive into me harder, I slipped completely off of that cliff. As I shattered apart for him, he continued to slam into me. Noah never took his eyes off of me, and my gaze never left his. I had never known this type of intimacy with anyone in my life.

Everything about this man was pure perfection, from his dark hair and eyes to that five o’clock shadow that covered his chin. His eyes bore deeper into mine as he hiked up one of my legs, then started to drive into me from a different angle.

Moments later, I came again, and this time he followed. His eyes finally left mine as he threw his head back in climax. I felt his seed as it bathed my inner walls, as well as feeling the throbbing of his cock inside of me until he finally grew still. After, he buried his head against my neck, then rolled underneath me, keeping the two of us intimately joined together as if he was remiss to let me go for even a second.

“I love you, Noah,” I told him once more as I lay on top of him. I placed my palm over his heart and smiled. “I love how I affect you in some way.”

“You affect me in many ways, Lulu. All I think about is being around you, and inside of you. Nights like this one are great, but I want you in my arms all the time.”

“What are you saying?” I rose up, and was now straddling him.

“Move in with me. Leave this place and come home with me. You and the kids. I have all those bedrooms.”

“I don’t know?—”

“Don’t you want to be with me?”

“Yes, absolutely, but I am not sure if the kids are ready. Let me talk to them before deciding fully. Could you give me a few days?”

He smiled, and it was that panty-wetting kind he was known for. “We have all the time in the world. Just promise that you will seriously consider it.”

“I will,” I quickly assured him, then grinned myself when I spotted the can of whipped cream beside us on the bed.

His eyes moved to the can, and before he could grab it himself, I snatched it up and held it behind me. “You had your dessert. Now it is time for mine.”