Chapter 32 #2
“I’m about ready for spring.” He sighed, sending me a tired smile. “Between the resort, here, and my parents place, I’m getting tired of shoveling snow.”
“I don’t blame you, I’m ready for spring too. But I would have helped, if you’d let me,” I reminded him, folding my arms across my chest.
He sent a pointed look at my rounding belly. “You’re doing enough.”
“Are you really going to bubble wrap me for the rest of this pregnancy?”
“If I can get away with it, yes,” he answered sincerely, straightening. He crossed over to where I was standing and put his arms around me, pulling me to him for a kiss. His lips and his hands were freezing, and I squealed, trying to push him away.
“You’re freezing!”
“Warm me up, then,” he dared, nuzzling his cold chin against my neck. I shivered, nestling in closer despite the cold.
We put on a movie and cozied up in his loft under a warm blanket. I tried to shut off my mind from whirling and buzzing. About our conversation in the kitchen that morning, about the pregnancy, about meeting his family, and Sage’s words, but it was challenging.
“I can practically hear you thinking,” Noah murmured halfway through the movie, his lips against my temple.
“Yeah, well. I’ve got a lot to think about,” I retorted, huffing with exasperation. Maybe I wouldn’t be so caught up in my thoughts if he hadn’t broached the topic of moving in with him so soon.
“Well, let me help you work through it.” Noah paused the movie and shifted to face me, his blue eyes sweeping over my features.
“I think it’s something I have to work through myself,” I finally said. He nodded slowly, as if processing that.
“Okay, well. Allow me to distract you, then,” he offered, moving closer. His hands tangled in my hair, still damp from the shower. His lips captured mine in a slow, reverent kiss.
It was every bit as distracting as he promised it would be. From the moment his lips pressed against mine, I was distracted. The thoughts and worries that had been buzzing about my head like angry bees scurried away, and all I could think about was more.
I wanted more of Noah’s touch, more of his kiss, more of this.
I kissed him back, meeting each swipe of his tongue with a hunger I couldn’t deny. My physical reaction to Noah was instantaneous, and it had been since the moment I laid eyes upon him.
Pausing the kiss long enough to rip his shirt over his head, I ran my hands along the firm ridges of muscle along his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding beneath my palm.
The primal urge to have him claim me washed away every hesitation and fear. Noah read each cue from my body like an expert, like he was fluent in the language of what I wanted.
His hands made their way to my hips, and he hoisted me up on his lap, never breaking the intensity of the kiss. Once I was positioned exactly where he wanted me, his hands started moving up, slipping beneath my loose T-shirt and along my heated skin.
They admiringly moved over my rounded belly, pausing long enough to feel the baby kick against his palm.
I froze for a minute, displaced by that, but Noah’s smile against my lips had me relaxing again into his touch.
He massaged my skin with the gentlest of touches, and it almost contradicted the hunger behind his kisses.
His fingers brushed against the underside of my aching breasts, running along the lace bralette.
He stopped kissing me long enough to pull my T-shirt over my head and tossed it behind me, his eyes drinking me in.
The way he was looking at me didn’t give me a chance to feel insecure about my changing body.
“Your body is incredible, Nell,” he murmured with piety. Noah’s attention made me feel like I was a divine being, each touch felt as if he was worshipping at my altar.
I couldn’t think of a single thing to say, especially when he lowered his mouth to my nipple and started sucking and nibbling on it over the lace. The sensation of his hot mouth and the lace rubbing against my sensitive peaks was enough to send me straight over the edge into an orgasm.
I ground against his erection through both of our pants, feeling him hard and unyielding. It did nothing to satiate me; it only made me more frantic.
“Noah.” I tugged his head back, the sensations too much and not enough all at once. “I need you in me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He grinned. He helped me off of his lap and shoved his pants and boxers off. I stripped slowly, feeding off the way he was watching me, the arousal evident in his eyes and in the rigid erection he sported.
Once my panties and sweatpants were in a pile at my feet, I reached up and took my bralette off. Noah gripped his cock and stroked it while he watched. My eyes dropped down, tracking every movement of his hand, licking my lips when his tip beaded with pre-cum.
“Come here,” he demanded, reaching for me.
He tugged me towards him, guiding my legs apart enough and bending so that he could slip his thick digit into my pussy. Each stroke of his finger made my knees tremble, and when he added a second finger, curling them just so, my legs almost gave out.
He removed his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck the taste of me from them. His eyelids fluttered and he let out a groan.
I climbed into his lap again, and raised my hips so that I was hovering over his weeping erection. Noah rubbed the tip of his hard cock against my soaked core, swirling around my juices until I was trembling, my nails digging into his shoulders and my eyes pleading with him.
“Take it,” he instructed, his deep voice and command sending sparks of arousal up my spine. I did as he told me, slowly sliding down on him, taking every thick inch until he filled me to the hilt.
I paused for a moment, adjusting to the sensation of him stretching me. My head dropped against his shoulder. “You feel so good,” I murmured.
Noah’s hand came up to hold the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. “So do you,” he said, the desire apparent in his voice. “Now ride me, gorgeous.”
I did as he instructed, my hips rolling forward slowly and deliberately. My slow torturous dance on his lap had moans spilling from both our lips.
Noah’s hips rose to meet mine, his cock driving deeper into me than before. Each pounding thrust had me climbing higher and higher towards climax, but still wasn’t quite enough to send me over the edge.
As if he could sense that I was close but needed a little more, Noah’s thumb pressed against my clit while his hips pistoned up, driving into me so hard that he sent me careening off the edge into an intense orgasm. I could feel my inner walls clamping around him, squeezing him.
Noah swore and pumped inside me a few more times until he found his own release.
Both of us were breathless by the time we finished. I couldn’t even hold my head up. Noah supported me, even though he seemed to be just as affected.
“Can I say: I love doing that with you. It’s like your body was made for me. It’s like you were made for me.”
Noah’s words made my heart flutter. I’d had guys feed me lines over the years, but I could tell the difference. Noah meant every word he said.
Maybe, at first that’s what he’d done; during our one-night stand and later when we ran into each other at the grocery store. But now, his words were filled with honesty, vulnerability, and intention.
“Yeah, it does kind of feel that way, doesn’t it?” I stood up, my legs still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to get cleaned up. And I worked up a bit of an appetite.” I said, pulling my shirt over my head. I didn’t bother picking up my bralette. I had a feeling Noah would be removing my clothes again before the day ended.
“Let’s find you some food.” He stood up to grab his boxers.
We had a light lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches and soup, and put the movie we’d abandoned back on. I fell asleep on the couch, nestled cozily in Noah’s arms.
When I awoke, the TV was off, and Noah was reading Atticus’s book.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” He smiled down at me while I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
“What time is it?”
“After six, I think,” Noah answered. “You looked so comfortable; I didn’t want to wake you. Figured you needed the sleep.”
I’d slept for over four hours. “Yeah, I guess I did.” I yawned, sitting up. My stomach grumbled and the baby kicked, both letting me know that I was due for another meal.
“Good thing I put an order in for pizza,” Noah said, hearing the hungry complaints my stomach had to make. I blushed with embarrassment. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. We burned a lot of calories, and you’re eating for two.”
Half an hour later, a driver dropped off two medium pizzas from Pizza Picasso, which we ate in the great room with the woodstove throwing off a comforting heat.
He’d also stocked up on chips, including a couple bags of dill pickle chips for me.
“I noticed you liked them,” he told me, smiling that secret smile that always made me feel like he was paying more attention than he let on.
“You did catch me red-handed trying to fill my cart with them.” My lips twitched with amusement, and Noah laughed.