Chapter 18 Quade #2
“Thank you.” That was all she said as she shoved her laptop into the bag.
I nodded and took off down the hallway, taking soft steps to the bathroom.
With every step, I could feel her energy pushing against mine, already silencing the noise.
I knocked on the bathroom door, letting her know someone was entering before I pushed it open.
I barely got inside before she started talking.
“I’m so sorry,” Noa blurted, eyes wide, arms curled around herself under the water. “Quade, I swear,… I didn’t know he’d do that. I didn’t tell him who you were.”
I stared at her beautiful ass in the middle of the tub, apologizing for some shit that had nothing to do with her.
“I swear I hate I ever met him, let alone put up with his ass for this long. I… I’m so, so sorry.”
I didn’t say a word, just closed and locked the door behind me.
The only thing on my mind was being next to her.
I kicked off my boots and undressed until I was standing in front of her in my birthday suit.
Her eyes followed me the whole time. Her mouth parted like she wasn’t expecting me to strip, but she was enjoying the show.
I crossed to the edge of the tub and kneeled, running my fingers through the water near her thighs. It was still warm, barely.
“Want me to add more hot?” I asked quietly, and she nodded. I adjusted the faucet, letting the water heat just enough for steam to fill the air.
“Quade.” She said my name like she didn’t know what to do with me, like maybe I wasn’t real.
“Let me in,” I said, and she shifted forward, careful, bracing on the edge as she made room for me.
I eased in slowly behind her, with one hand on the tub and the other guiding my weight as I settled in, being sure not to cause her any pain.
I sat down, and she slid her back to me as her body settled between my legs.
“I missed you.” She let out a breath I don’t think she knew she was holding, and we just sat there, taking each other in like it hadn’t been only about an hour and a half since we’d last seen each other.
“I missed you, too.” I kissed the crook of her neck as I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Nah.”
“You sure? I want this to be a safe space. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you need, just let me know.”
“All I need right now is you,” I said, and she looked over her shoulder at me, lips parted, so I kissed them. Slowly and carefully, I shifted, adjusting the angle of my legs and lifting her hips. I needed to be inside her, wanted to be inside her, but her having just had a flare made me pause.
“Please,” she whispered as if she could sense my hesitation.
“You still hurtin’. We can’t.”
“Not like last night,” she whispered. “I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
She nodded, pressing her palms to my thighs to steady herself.
“I promise. I know the safe word.”
“Tell me.”
“Tempo.” She breathed it almost like a moan, and that was all I needed to lower her down on top of me. I could feel her breath hitch as her hands reached underwater to guide me inside her.
“Mmm!” We let out collaborative moans as I rained kisses down the slope of her shoulder as she wrapped around me. Hot and tight.
“Fuck, Noa.” I groaned as I cupped her hips under the water and guided her up and down in my lap.
“Quade!” she cried as she dropped her head forward.
“You good?”
“Better than good… Fuck!”
I shared that sentiment, because shit, Noa had a fucking goldmine between her legs. Hands down, the best pussy in the world.
“Take what you need.” I let her take the lead, my hands only guiding her for balance. I watched her as she found her pace, slow at first, like she was testing what her body could handle, before rocking into me with force.
“Shit!” My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Ooh!”
“Mmhm!”
Her moans sounded just like a love song, and I wanted to put that motherfucker on repeat, then spit a couple of bars to it. I slid one hand between her thighs and let my fingers find her clit.
“Oh, my…” She jerked slightly as I rubbed circles into her pearl. “Fuck, you tryna make me cum!”
“That’s it,” I muttered into her shoulder. “Cum for me.” Her head fell back to my chest, and her whole body was trembling. She was close. I could tell by the way her insides were gripping me.
“I got you, baby.” I whispered, “Make a mess on me.” Her body shook against mine, and I held her tight, still stroking into her gently, kissing her temple as she breathed through her orgasm. Her hips stilled, and she collapsed back fully against me.
“God,” she whispered, voice hoarse from all that screaming and moaning she was doing. “I had no business doing that after a flare. You’re bad for my recovery.”
“Nah,” I said, wrapping my arms around her soaked body. “I’m the best thing for it.”
She turned her face into my neck and melted into me.
“I don’t care what the world is saying about you. I think your journey is perfect. It brought you to me.”
I let her words settle before kissing her lips again.
“Good, ’cause I don’t give a fuck what they’re saying either.”
We stayed like that for a second, joined, her back pressed to my chest and our breaths finding the same rhythm. This was the same high I used to chase when I was rich and famous, and somehow, I’d found it in her.