Chapter 4EMMA
Chapter Four
Noah and Emma
EMMA
He tastes like Christmas. A soft moan escapes at the intoxicating blend of Noah and my favorite cookie. His tongue finds mine as he pulls me in deeper. I could kiss this man forever. My hands drop to the hem of his sweatshirt before sliding inside and grasping his back.
The skin-to-skin contact immediately makes me want more. I lift the fabric, and he breaks away to toss it over his head. His blue eyes pierce me as he walks me back until I hit the doorframe. He leans against the frame with his hand on the wall above me, blocking me in.
His other hand tugs on the string of my hoodie. “This won’t do. You are wearing entirely too many clothes.” I lift my sweatshirt before tossing it to the ground. His gaze immediately turns hungry, leaving my body screaming for his touch.
His finger trails down my neck before sliding between my breasts. My nipples tighten as goosebumps appear on my skin. His eyes darken as he watches my body react to his touch. When he finally rubs his thumb over my aching nipple, I close my eyes and gasp as my head falls back on the wood frame.
He teases one and then the other with his skilled hands and mouth.
By the time he is done, I’m wet and throbbing for him.
He pulls back, and his eyes cloud with desire.
My gaze goes to the front of his pants, where he’s straining against them.
I reach out and run my hand down his hard length and see him clench his jaw tight.
I love seeing this beautiful man fight to stay in control from just my touch.
He swoops me up as if my pregnant body weighs nothing and carries me to the bedroom. I can’t help but take in the view when we step inside the room. The fireplace is still on from last night, and the snow is coming down harder, blanketing everything in white.
He throws back the covers and lays me down on the bed.
Standing to full height, he steps out of his pants and boxer briefs, leaving his gorgeous body on full display for me to admire.
I watch him fist his hand around himself and slide slowly down before coming back up.
The soft velvet tip glistens as his arousal becomes too much to contain.
My eyes never leave his as I lift my hips and slide my sweats and thong down my legs, kicking them off with my feet. His nostrils flare when I reach down to touch my breasts. I squeeze them hard as heat floods my body.
“Noah,” I whimper, closing my eyes and succumbing to the ache I feel between my legs.
“Do you want me deep inside you, Emma?” His voice is low and has that sexy growl that turns me on even more.
“Not want,” I rasp out, opening my eyes to meet his. “Need. I need you deep inside.”
“Jesus,” he grounds out between his clenched jaw.
“The things you make me feel when you talk like that.” He walks around the bed and crawls in next to me.
I turn on my side and moan when I feel him press against me.
His arm wraps around under my belly as I bend further on my side, giving him better access.
“I need to be inside you too, baby,” he breathes against my neck before sucking the area he knows is my weakness.
He slides in and fills me deeply. “It’s where I belong…
where I always fucking need to be.” He moves against me, going deeper.
His words set my body on fire as I clutch the pillow and push my bottom further against him, wanting to feel him in every cell of my body. His hand grips me tightly where we are joined, causing my swollen bud to rub against his palm.
It’s like feeling everything at once. My heart, mind, body, and soul collide into his, creating our own energy. It always takes me by surprise when I feel it with him. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt and not something you can put into words. It’s just…our souls connecting.
“I love you so completely, Emma,” he breathes against my back. “I will always love you this completely.”
“I love you, too.” I feel tears prick my eyes from all the love I’m feeling in this moment. “I will always love you this completely…always,” I whisper.
He moans against my hair, and when he goes deeper than I ever thought possible, we fall together in an explosion of sensations.
I cry out as my body pulses around him, matching his release.
Our souls collide and become one again like we always were meant to be.
I cry softly into the pillow as my body tries to hold all the love flowing through me right now.
He pulls me to him, and no words are spoken as we lie there still joined together.
In the silence, our souls silently communicate as we watch the snow fall outside.
When you feel something this profound, it can’t be put into words because everything we need to say is felt deep inside.
Eventually, the sound of the fireplace and the rhythmic falling of the snow lull me into a deep, peaceful sleep.
I awake later to find the bed empty beside me. It’s still light out, and the snow is falling heavier now. There might be enough on the ground to make a snowman. I grin excitedly as I get dressed quickly and go in search of Noah.
“You’re up,” he smiles at me when I walk into the kitchen. He’s seasoning the steaks we set out for dinner. “Did you have a good nap?”
“I did. Our baby girl is taking all of my energy lately,” I laugh.
“It takes a lot of energy to grow a perfect tiny baby,” he grins and starts to cut up some garlic.
“I was thinking of going outside for a bit. The snow is coming down harder now, and I want to see if it’s sticking for a snowman.”
“Sounds like fun. I can’t remember the last time I made a snowman that didn’t involve making it out of sand,” he chuckles. “Let me finish prepping here, and I’ll go with you.”
“I’m going to go put on some warmer clothes.
This is going to be so much fun!” I say excitedly.
“Our first white Christmas together.” I reach up on tiptoes and kiss him as he grins at my excitement.
I turn to go to the bedroom to change when he drops his knife on the cutting board and pulls me back to him.
“Just one more,” he whispers, cradling my face in his hands.
His thumbs run along my cheeks before his soft lips part mine.
His tongue explores every inch of me as he slowly takes his time.
I melt against him and feel this kiss all the way to the tip of my toes.
If there’s one thing I could do for the rest of my life, it would be kissing Noah Bennett.
He finally breaks away, and a small smile plays on his lips as he takes in my disorientated look. “Now you can go get ready.” His blue eyes shine with mischief as he picks up the knife again and continues chopping the garlic.
Still in a daze, I walk into the bedroom and throw on a pair of white sweats over my leggings.
There’s no way the snow pants I keep here in the closet will fit with this belly.
Pulling a beanie on to cover my ears, I find my heavier jacket way in the back.
Noah is by the front door, putting on his jacket and boots, when I enter the living room.
“I look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man,” I laugh at my white puffer jacket, which stretches over my belly, and my bulky two layers of pants.
“Hey, don’t knock the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. He was my favorite character in that Ghostbuster movie,” Noah teases, causing me to giggle. “You’re a prettier version, though, and way more sexy.” He wraps his arms around my puffy frame and nips at my neck.
“Good to know I’m sexier than a one-hundred-foot-tall marshmallow,” I laugh. “I will need help with my boots. There’s no way I can see my feet past all this white fluff.”
Chuckling, he bends down to help with my boots. “Should I just roll you out the door, or do you think you can walk?” His eyes dance with laughter as he stands up.
“Very funny,” I say, trying to hide my smile.
I walk, or rather waddle, to the front door and step outside.
Cold air hits my cheeks, but I can’t stop the grin on my face.
I always love it when the snow is falling.
I would beg my parents to let me go outside whenever I would see the first flakes coming down.
Noah grabs my arm, making sure I’m safe going down the stairs.
I lift my face to the sky and let the snowflakes melt on my warm skin.
There isn’t more than six inches on the ground, but it’s enough to make a small snowman.
Reaching down, I gather some in my gloved hands and smile when I realize it’s wet enough to make the perfect snowball.
“Don’t you dare,” he says, eyeing the snowball in my hand. “I can’t hit you back, so it’s not a fair game.”
“Since when do we play fair?” I grin and hit him in the chest.
“You are going to pay for that later,” he chuckles, brushing off the snow on his jacket. “You get a pregnancy pass…for now, but you can’t hide behind that belly for too much longer.” His grin turns devilish.
I collect more in my hand and make a bigger snowball this time. He takes a step back, and I can tell he’s gauging my movements, ready to dodge this one. I hold out my hand, and he looks at me warily, not fully trusting me.
“It’s for the start of the snowman,” I smile sweetly. He hesitates before taking it from my hand. “Now you roll it on the ground to make it bigger,” I say when he doesn’t move. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling.
“I know how to make a snowman,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I just don’t trust the thought of turning my back on you.”
“My hands are empty.” I hold them up in the air to show him.
Satisfied, he bends down and starts collecting more snow for the base.
The next one hits him square in the back.
A giggle escapes, but I quickly recover as he walks toward me.
I look around, but there is nothing to hide behind, and I sure as hell can’t outrun him eight months pregnant and looking like a marshmallow.