Chapter 47 Noah #2
It’s dark up here, though between the light of the half-moon that hangs sideways in the sky, the shock of glittering stars surrounding it, and the lit-up Olympic-size pool, I can see her clearly.
Other than the guard I passed on my way out here, the two of us are alone. As I approached the man just inside the door, he only let me through once I’d given my name, so I can only imagine Sienna paid him to turn other people away.
Even if he weren’t there standing guard, ensuring our privacy, I would sink into this water beside my girl and risk it all. I simply don’t give a fuck anymore. I want her. I want us. And I’m tired of hiding.
“I think it’s an excellent idea, actually,” she replies.
I don’t even have time to adjust to the scorching temperature before she’s straddling me.
With my hands on her ass, I tug her closer and slam my lips to hers in a forceful kiss that speaks of how much we missed each other today despite spending close to twenty-four hours together before the charity event.
When my head spins from lack of oxygen, I pull back and blow out a breath, trying to get my bearings. It’s so easy to get carried away when her skin touches mine.
Biting her lip, she studies me. “What’s wrong?”
I rub my hands over her thighs and lean back against the wall. “Nothing. I just miss you.”
She grins at me. “I’m right here.”
I try to mimic the look, but it’s no use. “You are, but unless we’re alone, I’m not allowed to touch you, and it’s fucking killing me.”
Her expression sobers. “Me too.”
“Really?”
She’s not the most open of books, so her response surprises me. Though I know she wants to be with me, and she didn’t run in the opposite direction when I told her I plan to marry her, I can’t help but worry that her feelings are nowhere near as all-consuming as mine.
Nodding, she traces the shape of the butterfly inked above my heart. “I’m crazy about you, Noah. You and Ollie. I want this.”
Her lips wobble as she locks eyes with me, her expression open, allowing me to see just how genuine those words are.
The look reassures me. Confirms that it’s safe for me to tell her exactly how I feel.
She’s ready. She won’t freak out. She won’t run. We’re in this together.
Maybe I shouldn’t be scared of the way she keeps her emotions close to the vest, because her actions over the last twenty-four hours speak far louder than any words.
Without breaking eye contact, I grasp her hand and press my lips to the butterfly on her wrist.
“I don’t just want this.” Another kiss against her soft, warm skin. “I ache for it. I ache for you.”
A breath shudders out of her and her legs tighten around me.
“I’m in love with you, baby. I have been for years. Not just the idea of you. Not the idea of us. But you. I don’t want to hide it anymore.” I press her hand to the butterfly on my chest. “I’m yours. I love you.”
Her eyes search mine like she’s trying to memorize every detail of this moment, every word. She doesn’t need to say it back. I can wait until she’s ready to offer her own heart to me on a platter.
So when she says, “I have a plan,” all I can do is smile.
“Oh yeah?”
Though there’s apprehension in her eyes, her mouth tips up in a generous smile. “I’m going to use my brother’s schemes against him.”
“What?”
“Beckett. He’s always trying to set people up. And this last year, he’s been fixated on me.”
With a growl, I wrap my arms around her. She’s fucking mine, so she better not suggest he set her up with more people in some weird attempt to keep our relationship hidden.
She grinds down on me, her head tipped back and her neck exposed. “We’re going to make him think he set us up.”
I sit up a little straighter, blinking as I take in her suggestion.
She giggles. “See? It’s a good idea.” She leans in to press a kiss to my neck, her tits brushing against my chest.
My pulse picks up and my dick hardens further. Fuck, that feels good.
“You’re sexy when you’re plotting.”
“Oh yeah?” She drags her pussy over my aching cock, whimpering.
I clamp down on her hips and hiss out a breath. “Baby, we can’t.”
The smile that overtakes her face is as sexy as it is innocent. “What’s one more night of sneaking around? Come on, slip my bottoms to the side and have your way with me, Noah Harrison.”
My blood heats, and not because of the water. Fuck. I want to. But I want to hear her plans. I want to figure this out. “Sienna.” Her name is a desperate plea on my lips.
“You told me you love me. Prove it. Make love to me right now. Make me yours.”
Possessiveness and need swamp me, and I give in to her taunting. “You are mine,” I grit out as I drag my thumbs beneath the strings of her bikini bottoms, inches from my personal heaven.
She lets out a needy sigh. “Then prove it.”
“Take out my cock.”
With a wicked smile, she obeys, her tiny hand wrapping around my length, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she strokes me, once, twice.
Heart pumping, I slide the scrap of fabric between her legs to the side and push a finger inside her. “Look at that. You’re soaked.”
She nods, eyes closed, and grinds against me like a dirty little thing, chasing an orgasm she’ll never get from this alone.
“Line us up, baby,” I tell her.
Her chest heaves as she pops up on her knees, and the two of us watch, rapt, as she drags my crown through her cunt, tormenting me.
Already, my need coils tight. Out of patience, I clutch her hips and pull her down hard, taking her mouth in a rough kiss before she can scream in surprise.
When we’re breathless, I pull back, resting my head against the edge of the tub, and push my hips up so she’s got room to work. “Ride me, baby. Fuck me until you come and tell me I get to keep you forever.”
I slide the triangles of her bikini apart so I can watch her tits bounce as she moves. They’re so fucking perfect. With one pinched between a thumb and finger, I roll the other one, and in response, she gushes.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
In the moonlight, with her bathing suit clinging to her dewy skin, her tits out, and her cheeks flushed, she’s a fucking goddess. Warmth blooms in my chest, followed by a rushing wave of pure adoration. I angle up and grip the back of her neck, pressing my forehead to hers. “I love you.”
She drags her nails through the hair at my nape, licking into my mouth, rolling her hips faster.
I fuck her harder, my moves rough, her cries sharp in the quiet night.
“Fuck, I love you,” I say as my balls tighten.
With my release hovering so close, I play with her clit, ensuring she gets there with me, touching her in the way I know will send her to the moon.
Ass clenched tight to stave off the need to spill into her, I channel all my focus into pleasing her.
“It feels so good to fuck my girlfriend,” I rasp as she whimpers into my mouth.
“Now imagine how good it will feel when you’re finally my wife.
” My cock stiffens as I take the dream one step further. “Or swollen with my baby.”
Green eyes go wide with surprise and she cries out my name as she comes in pulsing waves around my cock. It’s the hottest fucking thing, knowing that she’s just as turned on by the idea of marriage. By the idea of being pregnant with my child.
Determined to make her come again, I focus on her clit, on keeping a steady rhythm, and soon, she’s shattering above me a second time.
I give her orgasm after orgasm, keeping myself on the edge, until she’s babbling incoherently.
Until she’s begging me to fill her and give her a baby.
Only then, after she’s been thoroughly fucked and I’ve told her I love her about a hundred more times, do I fill my girl.
I give her everything I have and hope one day soon she lets me give her even more.
She’s boneless against my chest, my cock soft inside her, when I can finally breathe steadily again. “Okay, baby, now tell me your plan.”