Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
The pressure of Noah’s cock inside her was indulgent. But she loved the simple pleasure of kissing him, too. The slight scratch of stubble made her shiver. He smelled like soap and sweat and a spiciness that was just him.
No other man had ever kissed her as aggressively as he did. Like he was constantly struggling to contain his own need.
Danica was having all sorts of urges herself. She was so turned on, and wrung out by other emotions she didn’t want to deal with, that she felt delirious.
She rode him hard and fast. The heat inside her kept building until she felt feverish with it.
Seeing that wound in Noah’s side, how much he’d bled—it had awoken a fiercely protective part of Danica. But it wasn’t because she was selfless. In her job, she liked to think she was making a difference in people’s lives. Helping those who needed a voice, who couldn’t help themselves.
But with Noah, it wasn’t like that at all. She wanted to defend him and take care of him, make him hers, because seeing him hurt had carved out her heart.
She had been trying and failing to push him away because she was afraid of getting her heart broken when they eventually had to say goodbye. But now, Danica understood that it was already too late. Her heart was going to break regardless.
Last night had been nowhere near enough to slake her need for this man. So what was the damned point of holding back? Why shouldn’t she have everything she wanted if it was all going to end the same anyway?
Noah. She repeated his name in her head, like a mantra. Noah. My Noah.
Danica grabbed his face in her hands, wanting to keep eye contact. He watched her with such intensity, a look of wonder in his expression.
She never wanted this to stop, but she also needed it to. Because who could stand to feel this much and not get burned by it?
Danica arched her spine and cried out as her orgasm hit her.
She felt herself squeezing around his cock, convulsing in shock waves. The feeling kept growing instead of fading. Higher and higher. The release pushed away every rational thought, leaving her trembling and reeling. Out of control in the best possible way.
Noah held her by the waist and pumped lazily into her, smiling wickedly. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see that,” he said. “You, coming on my cock.”
“You saw it last night.”
“It was dark then. With the lights on, it’s much more of a show.”
Danica leaned over to lick and kiss the bite mark she’d left. “Your turn.”
Noah stood up, still inside her, cradling her against him. He took a few steps and pushed her into the wall, one of his hands bracing beside her head. His hips thrust forward, and Danica’s legs wrapped around him.
His cock drove into her, knocking her breath away for a second.
It was incredible to see him like this. Muscles flexing as he fucked her, so masculine and dominant.
She still wished they’d had the chance to be together when they were younger.
But it wouldn’t have been as hot as this.
Now, he had the strength to take her any way that he wanted.
The kind of strength that had come from hard-won experience.
Noah knew exactly what he was doing and he knew what he liked, and he finally didn’t have to hold himself back from having it.
Danica loved giving that to him.
She felt the tensing of his body, saw the change in his expression as he started to come undone. “Yes,” she murmured, breathless. “I want it all.”
“Dani. Holy shit.” He clenched his teeth together and let out an animalistic growl, and it was the sexiest noise she’d ever heard. Noah dropped his forehead against hers.
His dick spasmed again and again inside of her. Marking her. She loved that there was no barrier between them. That she was getting all he had to give.
When he was done, he held her in place, panting to catch his breath. They both quieted as the intensity of the previous moments ebbed away.
Danica kissed his cheek, which led to Noah kissing her mouth. But the fire between them had dimmed to a gentle glow. Warm and comforting instead of overpowering.
Their lips met a few more times, and then he looked at her. The smile he gave her was tender and sweet.
“That’s nice.” She really needed nice at the moment.
“See? I like nice sometimes.” Noah carried her over to the bed and set her down. “Why am I still wearing pants?”
She giggled. “I was supposed to take them off you. But that would’ve taken too long.” Danica looked up at the ceiling. “Jeez, I hope there are no cameras in here.”
“No, just outside.” He toed off his shoes and socks, then shoved his pants and boxer briefs off the rest of the way. Danica just lay there watching him, though her vision was going blurry.
Every ounce of energy had left her body. She felt hollow. Wrecked by the horrible things that had happened at the museum. Yet also strangely content. With Noah, she knew she was safe. And she had no regrets.
He reached for her feet and slid off her heels. “I’ll be right back to clean you up.”
Noah grabbed another towel, wet it under the faucet, and brought it back. He wiped the towel over the cum that had spilled down her inner thighs. She still had on her bra, but she decided she didn’t care.
A trickle of red ran down his torso.
Danica sat up, her mind flashing back to alertness. “You’re bleeding.” The knife wound had opened up again.
“Oh. Crap.” He folded over the towel and pressed a clean corner to the injury. “You shouldn’t have been so rough with me.”
“Like it was my fault.”
“You’re dangerous.” He went back over to the table and reapplied the liquid bandage. Danica curled on her side so she could see him. Exhaustion was pulling her under again.
And other things, too. Dark thoughts. Even darker images. Her eyes and nose stung as she tried to hold them back. There were far too many, and if she let them in, they’d take over her mind completely.
“Noah,” she whispered, feeling the tears just behind her eyes. Pressing.
“I’ll be right there.” He turned off the lights and returned to the bed. The sheets and blankets pulled up and over her, his warm skin against hers.
He covered her face with kisses. “What do you need?” he asked.
“Just you. You’ll stay? Right here?”
“Of course I will. As long as you want me.”
She cuddled into him. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and sleep dragged her beneath the surface. She hoped the nightmares weren’t waiting.