Chapter 18
Noah
Exactly thirty-seven minutes later, we were back upstairs in our suite at the Maple Grove Inn. Rosa carried Birdie and I carried … everything else.
Literally everything . Yvonne made sure we had every possible thing we might need for this puppy, including but not limited to food, weewee pads, toys, treats, and a crate. And thankfully, the inn lifted their no pet policy for me because I asked so nicely.
That and because I signed a few autographs for the night manager and her nieces.
For now, it seemed, we were good to go.
Birdie gave a big yawn and went right into his crate once I had it set up. It was big enough for half of it to be his bed and the other half to cover with weewee pads.
Rosa looked on, bewildered as she finished putting away the food Yvonne sent us home with. “Well that was easy. Don’t dogs usually hate the crate?”
Momentarily transfixed, I tore my gaze from her skimpy tank top and skirt that skimmed over her hips, and I shook my head. “Not necessarily. Some dogs really take to it and the crate becomes their bed and safe place.”
Leaning down, she bent across my lap to pet Birdie who was already curled up in the corner of the crate, falling asleep. “Goodnight, little guy.”
I groaned as her pert nipples brushed against my hardening erection and dropped my head back on the couch, muttering.
“Are you okay?” she asked, sitting up again.
“Yep. Great. Fine.”
“You look… stiff.”
Another groan slipped through my lips. “You’re mean.
” When I snuck another glance at Rosa sitting beside me, I noticed she looked…
different. Nervous fingers twisted in her lap and she chewed her bottom lip while she stared at her feet, still tucked into pointy heels that look like torture devices.
Reaching down, I grabbed her feet and brought them up to my lap, slipping the shoes off one foot, then the other.
The skin on her feet was red, a little swollen, and lines indented where the shoes had pinched.
Her brows pulled together. “What are you doing?”
“Those look painful. Thought I’d help.” I pressed my thumb into the arch of her foot and quickly, any objection she may have had disappeared with her groan of approval.
“Good?” I asked, adding pressure and gliding my hands up her calf.
“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Her eyes fluttered closed and I swallowed my chuckle.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Despite the massage she was clearly enjoying if her sighs were any indication, tension still twisted her brows down and her mouth into a frown.
“Are you okay?” I asked, not stopping the massage.
She turned those wide brown eyes up at me. “Yes. Yeah. Of course.”
I cocked my head. “Well, that was convincing.”
She sighed. “I was just thinking about the night we got married. Do you think we… you know… had sex?”
My stomach tensed at the thought that this was stressing her out and I paused, my fingers kneading the ball of her foot.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “But I guess I can’t say for absolute certain we didn’t.
I don’t remember much about that night. But, I mean, it’s not like we were naked the next morning. ”
She nodded. “That’s what I thought, too. But maybe I should take a pregnancy test. Just to be sure?”
My breath hitched and my heart sped up in my chest. “Are you late?” That should scare me, but it didn’t. Why doesn’t the thought of Rosa being pregnant with my baby scare me?
“No. It’s probably too soon for a test, anyway.”
“I dunno. The Tripps are very virile. I mean, my mom and dad didn’t plan on five kids… just saying.”
She gave a little snort-laugh and with her free foot, gently kicked my thigh. “What a weird flex.”
I continued the foot rub, eventually switching to her other leg. She seemed to relax more. Every sigh of happiness she gave me, every nibble of her bottom lip, every flutter of her lashes fueled me to keep going, creating a flutter in my chest I actively tried to ignore.
Her skin was silky and smooth beneath my hands, the muscles at her calf tightening, bunching into a tight little ball as I skimmed my palm up, squeezing the flesh behind her knee. I nudged her skirt higher, daring to massage slightly above her knee. Testing the waters.
She inhaled a quick intake of breath, her chest hitching.
But she didn’t object.
With a whimper, her thighs parted. Just the tiniest bit. And her nipples pinched into two sharp points beneath the tank top she wore.
Just like that, I’m hard again.
Stretching, her foot brushed against my hard cock and we both froze, her eyes flying open.
I didn’t move. I didn’t dare fucking breathe.
But then, she moved her foot again, this time very intentionally, gliding it across the length of my dick.
I groaned and shook my head. With a small smile, I muttered, “Tease.”
“I’m only a tease if I don’t plan on doing something about it,” she said softly.
The confidence in her voice combined with the longing, anticipation, and trepidation in her expression as she peeked up at me through long, black lashes made me forget my own goddamn name. And when I glanced up, there was a seductive smile on her full lips.
I shifted her legs off my lap to kneel between them, but her tight skirt restricted how widely she could spread for me. Gliding my hands slowly up the insides of her thighs, the skirt shifted higher and higher and she pulsed her greedy little hips for me like an invitation to keep going.
“Noah,” she moaned as I reached the edge of her wet panties.
Jesus Christ.
She was ready for me. Wet and slick and her hips rising and falling, begging for my touch.
Pushing off the couch, she yanked her skirt down off her hips and kicked them to the floor, leaving me with a view of her in just the sheer silk top and a black lace thong that quite literally took my breath away. “Please,” she cried, digging her fingers into my hair.
“Well, since you asked nicely.”
I hooked my finger into her panties, tugging them to the side and revealing the slick, wet seam of her body. Dipping my head, I took one long lick, relishing in her responding, shuddering breath. Simultaneously, we moaned together.
I feasted like a starved man, pressing my tongue to her sweet clit and gliding my finger between her slick folds. She writhed against me, panting, begging, her thighs on either side of my face trembling.
Her nails dug into my scalp, the sting of her desire only fueling my own as she urgently pulsed her hips, pressing herself harder against my lips.
A needy sob escaped her, breath stuttering as I thrust a finger inside her just in time to feel the pleasure pulsing in waves, clamping against my knuckle.
She was tight around my finger as I pumped them in and out, her riding my hand, milking every last bit of pleasure from my finger and tongue.
“Noah,” she gasped my name as the tremors slowed. I stayed with her, thrusting my finger in and out, lapping up every pulse of pleasure until she went limp with a sigh.
She released her grip on my hair and I kissed my way up her body, tugging her shirt off her body and over her head.
In a swift movement, she launched to her knees, pushing me back, tearing the shirt off my head and bringing her mouth to mine. “You are way too clothed,” she whispered against my lips.
I grinned, then stood, hoisting her up and obediently, she locked her ankles at the small of my back as I walked us into the bedroom and dropped her gently in the center of the king-sized bed.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I watched as she shyly undid her bra, the black lace scraping across her tanned skin. The sight of her dark brown nipples, pebbled, hard, begging for my tongue made me crazy with lust.
Bending, I hooked my fingers into her thong and dragged them down her hips, and over her thighs until she was fully naked and spread before me. Tan, panting, and perfect.
Playfully, she arched her brow. “You’re still too damn clothed, Noah Blue.”
Happy to oblige, I grabbed a condom from within my wallet, then shucked my pants off, my cock thick and veined, aching and throbbing for Rosa.
“We definitely didn’t have sex the other night,” she said, her eyes locked onto my cock, wide-eyed and mesmerized.
I ripped the foil with my teeth and rolled it on. “What makes you say that?”
“Because, drunk or not, I definitely would have remembered that .”
I brought my hand to cup her jaw and ran my thumb across her bottom lip, dragging her gaze back to mine as I climbed over her onto the bed. My nose brushed across hers, our breathing syncing and I can’t seem to break eye contact. Not even as I skimmed my lips over hers.
I scraped my teeth over her bottom lip, nibbling and sucking and drinking in her moans. I’d waited for this for so long. So many years I’d dreamed of Rosa being right here in my bed…
In my arms.
I positioned myself at her entrance, pausing, swallowing my groan. Looking into the depths of her dark brown eyes, I asked, “Is this okay?”
She drew in a short breath as her lips turned up in a small, intimate smile. “Yes, Noah,” she whispered.
I lowered again to kiss her and she tasted—Jesus Christ—nothing has ever tasted as good as her lips. I’ve kissed hundreds of women; some real kisses, some stage kisses, and nothing compared to this.
Not a goddamn one.
Slowly, I sank inside of her, burying myself inside her to the hilt.
Fuck me, she was tight.
We stayed in that position for a long moment; neither of us moving. Hell, neither of us daring to breathe. This was what heaven would feel like, I was sure of it.
On a staggering breath, she drew my face to hers, kissing me deeply as she rotated her hips against me.
I pulled in a sharp inhale at the sensation of her tight body gripping mine, moving against me.
Then, in a swift movement, she rolled me over onto my back, climbing on top of me, straddling my hips and lifting up before gliding smoothly back down over me, taking me all the way back inside of herself.
I hissed, my hands falling to her hips, gripping her, steadying myself because nothing has ever felt like this.
I guided her up and down over my cock as she rode me, her hair falling in dark cascading curls over her shoulders and down her back.
Sweat dotted between her breasts and I glided my thumb across her clit as she continued coming down on me faster, harder, more erratically.
I wasn’t going to last. Not like this. Not with her.
I’d waited too damn long. So much time and wanting and fucking desiring of this woman and now here we were in the throws of slick ecstasy that I wanted to last forever and it couldn’t. It wouldn’t.
Dragging my hand down her slick, sweat dotted body, she arched into my touch, the position taking me even deeper inside of her and we both moaned as she cried out my name.
My thumb flicked faster against her clit as she continued thrusting her body up and down over top of my cock. Her thighs on either side of me trembled violently as she lost the battle, giving into her climax with a throaty cry. Her body tightened around me, pulsing, contracting.
I exhaled in relief, soaking in every last pulse of pleasure.
I pistoned my hips up in one final thrust as my balls grew tight and my stomach knotted with the rush of my climax.
I pounded into her as every last drop spilled out of me inside her warm, wet heat and I didn’t miss her sigh of pleasure as she took every drop.
Sated,I dragged her mouth back down to mine, kissing her, chest to chest. Our muscles liquid as my mouth travels across her flesh, planting kisses all over her.
Perfect.
She was utterly perfect. And she was mine.
For a little longer at least.