Chapter 33 #2
“When we lost my mom, it ripped us apart. We’ve spent all these years acting like we’re still a family.
But we’re not. My father talks about love like he believes in it.
But his love is always conditional. Soren hates our dad, yet he’s also desperate for his approval.
And I do nothing but work because that’s easier than facing how empty the rest of my life is. ”
All the Foster-Grants had secrets, and that was hers.
“But when I’m with you,” she told him, “I don’t feel empty. I feel alive. I want to keep feeling that.”
Her heart had never felt so fragile and exposed. He was holding it in his hands.
“So, be with me,” Noah said.
“I don’t just mean right now, today. I mean…something bigger. Something real.”
“That’s what I mean, too.”
“You’d really want that? Even though it seems impossible?”
His eyes searched hers. “Dani, I’ve always wanted to be with you. How can you not know?”
She punched his shoulder. “I could’ve used a few more clues.”
“Then let me show you.” Noah pulled her against him and kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. Showering her with affection. When their mouths met again, the first kiss was achingly slow. The tip of Noah’s tongue licked at her lips.
“Let me carry you back inside,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”
It was so hard for her to rely completely on someone else. Not just physically, but emotionally. But with Noah, it was exactly what she needed—comfort and relief.
She wanted to trust him enough to see every side of her. Even when she felt so weak she might collapse and disappear.
He stood, cradling her. Danica sank into him, letting him bear her weight.
Noah took her through the door, kicking it closed behind them. He laid her on the mattress. “I could just hold you,” he said. But the intensity in his eyes said he craved more. So did she. “What do you need?”
“You. Everything with you.”
He pushed her shirt up and bent to kiss her bare stomach. “Are you asking me to make you feel good? However I want?”
She knew he wanted to go down on her. He’d made it abundantly clear. A thread of anxiety still wound through her stomach at being that vulnerable with him. That exposed.
But Noah was different from anyone she’d been with. The way she felt for him was different, and she didn’t want to hold back from him anymore.
He already knew her so well. What was she really afraid of?
“Yes,” she breathed. “Anything.”
Her clothes came off first. Noah’s hands trailed over her skin as each new part of her was uncovered. When she was down to just her bra and panties, he rolled her onto her stomach. The hooks of her bra sprang open beneath his fingers, and Noah kissed a straight line down her backbone.
He stopped when he reached the waistband of her underwear. Then he moved to the backs of her thighs, kissing and licking and caressing all the way down her legs. He kissed the sole of each foot, and then started his meticulous attentions back upward again.
Danica was suspended in a constant state of relaxation and arousal, like each nerve ending in her body was glowing with ambient light.
His fingers slid between her legs and over the crotch of her panties. Danica arched her pelvis, wanting him to keep going.
Noah chuckled. “Somebody’s eager.”
“I’m not denying it.”
But he didn’t escalate things yet. She was a little annoyed that he was teasing her, but she also couldn’t complain. This felt way too good.
Noah turned her over and positioned himself above her, his elbows braced on the mattress to hold him up. He kissed her mouth with luxuriant care, taking long, slow pulls from her lips.
Danica worked her hands under his T-shirt, seeking out his hot skin and the firmness of his muscles. But Noah stopped her.
“Nope, this is my show. I’m the one doing the touching.”
“Will you at least take your shirt off?”
“When I’m ready.” His gaze dragged over her body beneath him, and she could see the naughty thoughts passing through his mind. A thrill of desire bloomed in her lower belly.
Noah got up on his knees, straddling her. He grabbed both of her hands and put her arms above her head. Her breasts pushed out toward him.
“You’re going to keep your hands right up here for the rest of this.”
She nodded, her breath hitching in her chest.
“Good.” His head bent down. His tongue lashed over her nipple just before he sucked it into his mouth, then rolled it between his teeth.
By the time he finally kissed his way back down to her panties, Danica was rubbing her thighs together, desperate for some kind of contact on her clit.
Noah had already coaxed so much pleasure from all the rest of her skin. But the tension and need had been building. She wanted release. She wanted his mouth. And any trace of shyness or anxiety was gone.
“Give me your tongue. Please.”
Noah pulled her roughly to the edge of the mattress. She gasped at this sudden aggression. The heat and desire were nearly unbearable.
He held her knees, shoving her thighs apart.
His nose pressed into the crotch of her panties and inhaled. “So sweet,” he murmured. His tongue dragged over the fabric. He was driving her insane.
“Noah, please.”
His eyes lifted, and his dimple flashed. “Did I just hear someone begging?”
Danica fisted the pillow behind her head. “Yes, I’m begging. All right? Are you happy?”
“Pretty happy. Yeah.”
He stood up, grabbed his shirt, and yanked it over his head. His shorts were gone a second later, his erection bobbing and damp at the tip. Another flare of heat passed through her at seeing him naked. His thick thighs and broad chest and pretty cock.
Noah hooked her panties with his fingers and shucked them off. But then he was back on his knees. In one swift motion, he shoved her legs wider and dove forward.
His tongue went straight to her clit. Danica cried out. Finally.
He wasn’t teasing or making her wait anymore. Noah sucked and lapped at her with abandon. The stubble on his chin and the callouses on his hands created the perfect amount of friction on her thighs. His moans were louder than hers.
It had been ridiculous to deny him this, because Noah’s tongue was just as talented as the rest of him.
He’d told her to keep her arms over her head, but he wasn’t the boss. Danica reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair. He just glanced up at her with a wicked grin as his tongue kept moving.
She sat up to see him better. Noah was stroking his own cock as he pleasured her, and oh did that ratchet up her arousal to an even higher degree.
Her worries, the fear and uncertainty, had all disappeared. Everything else was meaningless except him and what he was doing to her. Noah had stripped it all away.
He let go of his erection and thrust two fingers inside of her, and she was done for.
This was the release she’d needed. The orgasm took over her body like pleasure was her entire purpose. She was an exposed, live wire, and she couldn’t stop—much less control—the electricity coursing through her.
But she kept her eyes open, needing to see him. To know he was here, sharing this. He was hers.
My Noah.