Chapter 37
Later, after Noah’s family leaves, he carries me upstairs. His bedroom is absolutely palatial, and very minimalistic. A tinted glass wall opens out onto another large balcony. The only piece of furniture in the room is a massive bed.
He lays me onto it, crouching over me, laying himself onto me but holding his weight.
My hands cup his face. “I love your family.”
“They love you. And I love you more.”
My connection to Noah Maddox has wrapped itself around me and become one with my life on so many levels and in such a short amount of time, I don’t know how to feel, except very, very in love with him. “I love you too, Noah.”
“Lucky?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s fast, I know that. I can’t slow it down and I don’t want to.
I’m in love with you. I’m in love with the fire in your eyes and your spunky sweetness.
I’m in love with your crazy beauty and the way you felt like mine from the first second I laid eyes on you.
Before I even laid eyes on you. I think I loved you the first time I saw your picture on that app.
I don’t want to rush you, but I’m going to buy you the ring of your wildest dreams and then I’m going to ask you to marry me. When you’re ready.”
I never did manage to get the bracelet he gave me to unclasp. It fits perfectly and seems to want to live right where it is. “I’ll probably say yes. When I’m ready.”
“Maybe next weekend.”
We laugh because it’s so unlikely but it feels so achingly right. “I might have to marry you if I don’t start googling soon.”
He gazes down at me so tenderly I fall fall fall. “What are you going to google? Magical baby?”
The words do something to us both. My logical mind is zero match for the rush of lust and need that courses through my veins. Noah kisses me as his huge , thick hardness presses against the soft wetness of my pussy through the thin layer of my dress.
We’re obviously rushing everything. We have from the very beginning. But when something feels this good and this sure of itself, the most beautiful of choices make themselves.
Noah unties my wrap dress and takes off my bra and my panties. He kisses my breasts, nuzzling my nipples, sucking on one, then the other until I’m moaning.
He kisses his way down my stomach, pinning my legs wide. His mouth latches onto me, licking into me, feasting on me like he’s addicted. “You’re the sweetest thing, my Lucky Irish. You’re mine.”
My fingers weave into the thick silk of his hair as I give myself to him fully. He sucks on my clit until I’m shattering in tight, clenching bursts as I cry his name.
When the ripples begin to calm, he climbs up my body and uses the wetness to ease his massive cock’s entry, driving deep inside me, forcing me to take all of him.
He feels like hot, thick magic, stretching me, pressing and rubbing, driving into me with possessive strokes that give me no choice but to take all of him.
I wrap my arms and my legs around him as he whispers sweet words to me.
I love how you feel. You’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.
Until the orgasm becomes the highest and most intense one yet.
The pleasure isn’t just physical, but whole-souled.
My emotions and my cravings wrap themselves just a little more tightly around this man who has swept me away in the truest sense of the word.
He takes me again to the heights of what I can handle, filling me to the brim with his flooding heat until my body is squeezing and drawing as much of him inside as I can take.
Until I’m overflowing with his seed and the pleasure overload he insists on.
And when we slowly start to come down from all that, he says, “Stay with me tonight. And tomorrow night. And the night after. We’ll figure everything else out. Just say yes, Irish.”
And so I do.