Chapter Twenty-Two
To Make Me His
My breath hitches in my throat. I gaze into Noah’s eyes and see nothing but heat in them. His fingertips flinch against my hip bone, desperate to touch me.
To make me his.
“Yes,” I gasp, sinking my fingers into his hair, my answer a breath across his sensual mouth. “Touch me.”
I kiss him, and I feel a smile form across his mouth. I lift my head, quirking a brow at him. “Is that a satisfied, smug smile, Saucy Shorts?”
The grin becomes wicked now. “It’s smug. But you’re the one who is going to be satisfied, Butterfly.”
Before I can tease him back, he draws my lower lip between his teeth and lightly bites it, causing me to grow hot all over. I moan, and then his tongue dips deep inside my mouth in a long, caressing kiss. All the while his hand trails down the side of my knickers, causing me to squirm against him.
“Noah,” I plead as I begin to throb, “please, please touch me.”
“Are you ready for me so soon?” he murmurs against my lips.
Then his fingers go exactly where I want them to.
OH. MY. GOD.
“You are ready,” he says, his voice low.
“You … you … make me …” I can’t think or speak coherently as he strokes me in the exact right spot.
Noah knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and I unravel bit by bit with each magical stroke of his fingers. All the sensations build upon each one, and I feel everything escalating to something that is going to be huge.
A cry breaks forth from my lips, but Noah immediately swallows it with a kiss. I feel the wind moving across my face and the rain picking up, and the whole time Noah is stroking me in a way that is making me practically come off his lap with sheer need. I break free from his mouth, my hands clutching on to his strong shoulders. I’m gasping for breath, moving against his hand now.
“That’s it,” he urges in a low voice. “Ride it, sweetheart.”
I sink my hands into his hair, grasping it, hanging on to him as I ride the sensations he’s making me feel. I’m sweating. The rain is splattering against us when the wind carries it, and it’s hot and sensual and the moment is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh!” I gasp, as the waves come quicker now. “Oh my God!”
Noah kisses me hard, and I begin to cry out as I build towards an incredible climax. He swallows all my cries, and finally, I shatter into what feels like a million pieces of pure sexual release. I ride it for what seems like forever, then it stops.
Holy shit.
I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life.
I lift my head back to look at him, amazed at what this man has done to me. His eyes are dark with desire, and a pleased smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
“I flew,” I gasp, regaining my breath.
“Good,” he says, stroking my hair. Then he kisses me lightly on the lips.
I know immediately what I want to do. I want to make him feel the way I did.
“Please take off my knickers,” I say huskily.
“Here?”
I trace my index finger over his swollen lips. “Yes, here. Nobody can see us. And I can’t very well ride you if I have my knickers on.”
His eyes widen.
I grin in triumph.
Suddenly his hand is on my hip, lowering my knickers. I manoeuvre to help him, and soon they are discarded on the terrace. Then I shift so I’m on top of him, and oh my, he feels huge and hard underneath his jeans.
And I cannot wait to get him out of them and touch him the way I want to.
His hands slide up underneath my top, finding my bra strap in the back, and with one flick of the fingertips, he’s unhooked it. Then his hands move up to my breasts, sliding underneath the bra, and he begins to caress them.
I close my eyes for a moment, relishing each touch Noah is bestowing upon me.
“You feel perfect,” he groans. “You’re perfect, Violet.”
I reach for his belt buckle and undo it. Then I undo his zip and slide my hands down the front of his jeans. Noah writhes completely the second I touch him, and a deep moan escapes his throat.
My pulse quickens. My God, he’s massive.
“You feel so good,” I whisper as he shudders beneath me.
“Violet,” he groans. “I want you so bad.”
“Now it’s time for you to fly,” I say, bending over him and kissing him deeply. Noah lifts one of his hands to my hair, and the blanket falls around my waist. I move against him, grinding on him, and a hoarse cry escapes his lips.
“Jesus,” he cries out.
The familiar throb is beginning to build in me once again. I begin to pull on his jeans, and he shifts to help me ease them past his thighs.
“That’s all I need,” I command, reclaiming his mouth and kissing him fiercely.
“Condom,” Noah says, ripping his mouth away from mine. “I have one.”
“Not needed,” I say, drinking from him again in another hot, seeking kiss. “I have an implant.”
“I’m clear,” he says between kisses. “And I haven’t had sex in forever.”
Why does that fact make me feel so special and powerful? That Noah doesn’t just go around having sex, yet he can’t keep his hands off me?
“Same,” I say before kissing him again.
I slide his boxers off with his help and we come together again in a kiss. God, I love that Noah loves to kiss! Then I touch him this time, with the barrier of clothing removed, and he nearly comes off the chair the second I stroke him.
“Violet,” he moans, his head rolling back and his eyes closing. “I’ve wanted this. You have no idea how much.”
“Now it’s my turn to make you feel good,” I say in a sexy, low voice. “I’m going to ride you, Noah. Hard.”
Then I sink down onto him.
But as I do, something magical happens.
I gasp in surprise, and Noah’s eyes fly open, meeting mine in a shocked gaze.
This feels different.
I pause as I take him in, stunned by this revelation. It’s not just sex. I … I feel connected to Noah. As if we’re two magnets drawn together and locked into place.
As if I was made to be with this man.
And he was made to be with me.
His hand reaches for my hair, and whilst I was anticipating hot, rugged, quick shagging, it’s suddenly shifted to something new. My heart hammers against my ribs from the way Noah is staring into my eyes.
No man has ever looked at me this way before.
“Don’t be quick,” Noah pleads, stroking my hair with his hand. “I want to be inside of you for a long time. I want to be in this moment and not rush it. I want to remember it.”
I suck in a breath from his words.
His beautiful, meaningful, caring words.
“I want that too,” I say, as I begin to move slowly up and down.
This time, Noah doesn’t move his head back or close his eyes.
His eyes remain firmly locked on mine, in effect locking us both in the moment.
As we make love, building towards earth-shattering, intense orgasm for both of us, one thing is for sure.
Nothing will ever be the same in my world again now that I’ve made love to a man like this.
Because for the first time, my heart is involved with sex.
And now that it is, I never want to go back from it.
* * *
“I don’t think I can walk,” Noah says. “You might have broken me, Violet.”
I burst out laughing at that, and he does, too.
“We were slow for a while,” I remind him. “And I told you I was going to ride you hard. I had to keep my word to you, you know.”
“I’m glad you did because that was hot.”
I grin at that. We’re still outside, snuggled under the blanket on the terrace, just having made love for the first time. I’ve now moved to sit beside him in the oversized chair, resting in the crook of his arm and facing the sea.
“I don’t want to move, either. I want to stay just like this. Until I want some sweets, that is.”
Noah chuckles and brushes his lips against my temple. The rain is still falling, the waves are rolling ashore, and we’re cosy under our blanket in the chair.
“Maybe next time we have sex we can take all our clothing off and do it inside for something novel,” he teases.
“Oh, like we could do it in bed, too,” I say, playing along. “For something really spicy!”
“Good plan. Let’s tick that location off later tonight.”
Ooh!
I reach for his hand and entwine my fingers through his.
“Thank you for making me feel so good,” I say softly. “That was incredible.”
Noah lifts my hand to his lips and brushes a soft kiss across my knuckles. “I have the same exact thoughts. You are so hot.”
“For the record, you cannot say that enough to me,” I tease. He chuckles at that, and I lift my hand to his face, gently trailing my fingertips along his jawline and feeling the facial scruff that has filled in there since this morning. “And you were hot as well. I just need to get a view of your saucy backside on our next go around.”
I grin when I see the adorable flush colour his cheeks. “You’re so cute when you get shy,” I tease, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “And yes, most of the time you are observant and not shy, but when it comes to your beautiful arse, you are.”
“Stop,” he says, grinning.
“Noah?” I ask, watching the sea air ruffle his thick, dark locks.
“Yeah?”
“I’m really going to miss you when you go back to Surrey.”
He squeezes my hand in his. “I know. I’m going to miss you, too. But I promise you, Violet, we’ll figure this out. Like I said, I’ll drive for hours just to see you for one hour if I have to. I can’t go without seeing you.”
“There’s something I want to share with you,” I say softly, watching as the rain continues to drop on the roof covering us.
Noah looks expectantly at me, waiting for me to continue.
I clear my throat. My stomach gets anxious, and I realise it’s important for Noah to believe in what I’m doing just as much as I believe in it myself.
“I’ve decided it’s time to take a step towards building my career in art,” I say, shifting my gaze to the sea. I can feel Noah’s eyes on my profile, but I’m not brave enough to return his gaze just yet. “I don’t have enough experience to get the type of jobs I want yet, but I have a plan for that. And the plan involves me working in London.”
Why is my heart suddenly hammering inside my chest? Why do I fear that the idea of me locating closer to him might freak him out? Even if he’s not the complete reason I would be going to London?
“Yeah?” Noah asks.
I nod. “It’s the best place for me to work if I can’t work at Wintersmith Hall. Besides, I know the estate will be in my future, in some capacity, but I love London. And it would be closer to you.”
There. I said it.
Yes, logically, I know Noah just said he would drive for hours to see me, and he’ll miss me, but me coming out and saying I’m headed to an area close to him and he’s one of the reasons after two dates is almost … crazy.
So I find myself holding my breath as I dare to look at him.
Noah’s eyes lock with mine, and they shine back with … is that excitement?
“That would be the best-case scenario if you were in London or even Surrey,” he says. “If that’s what you really want, that is.”
My body lets go of the anxiety, and instead, I bask in Noah’s excitement about the idea.
“It is,” I say happily.
“What’s your plan?”
“My plan is to create art exhibits and events at Wintersmith Hall to get experience for my CV. Fear has kept me in the gift shop and sourcing items to stock in it for two years now. But I’m ready to face my fears by first, hosting these events at Wintersmith Hall, then, after I have done these things, applying for jobs in London, like art gallery positions.”
“I think this is super smart,” Noah says. “What are some of the ideas you have?”
I happily go into detail about some of the things I’ve outlined, such as showcasing local artists or students in a sip-and-shop-type event.
“It will take time to organise an event, so that’s the downside,” I confess. “None of this will happen soon. So we’ll have to date long distance for quite a while, I’m afraid.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Violet.”
I grin wickedly at him. “Yes, because I broke you. It would be rather hard for you to get up and walk out now, wouldn’t it?”
He blushes again. I swear he couldn’t be any cuter in this moment if he tried.
“I’m ignoring you, but in all seriousness, I only want to see you. Even if you live two hours away, that doesn’t matter to me. You do.”
Swoon.
“Good, because I only want to see you, too,” I say happily. Then I pause. “I just hope I can get my dad to go along with my ideas. He’s really prickly about the estate and is threatened whenever Nicholas has an idea. I don’t know if he will be the same with me or not, simply because I can never inherit Wintersmith Hall. I’ve already talked with Nicholas about it, just to make sure he was okay with me approaching Dad.”
Noah furrows his brow. “Why wouldn’t he be?”
“I didn’t want Nicholas to be hurt if Dad said yes,” I say softly. “Because it would probably hurt him to see me get opportunities when he’s denied everything. I would never want anything to come between me and Nicholas. I love him too much for that.”
Noah is quiet for a moment, a thoughtful expression passing over his face.
“This is why I like you so much,” he finally says. “You care about your brother. You keep his feelings in mind along with yours. I love that about you.”
I realise he’s thinking of how his brother never showed any positive emotion towards him. Only anger and resentment and jealousy.
“Have you heard of the expression ‘found family?’” I ask.
Noah shakes his head.
“It’s when people come into your life, and in essence, they are the family you’ve found, as opposed to the one you’re born into,” I say. “I think you’ve found that with Camden. Bella. Now you have me. I have no doubt you’ll have Nicholas and Amelia, too, once you get to know them. You are creating your own found family. And sometimes it’s far greater than the one you were born into.”
He doesn’t say anything, but leans forward and kisses me, a sweet, gentle kiss which tells me I told him exactly what he needed to hear in this moment.
Noah is finding a new family, and hopefully, with him accepting that the past wasn’t his fault, he’ll truly embrace letting new people into his life.
And into his heart.
Like me.