CHAPTER 29
NOAH
We collapse on the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heavy breaths. Bella’s body shakes below me with the aftershocks of her orgasm and goosebumps litter my naked skin from the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, a disbelieving laugh escaping me. Rolling my weight off her small body, I lay beside Bella in the bed and move the hair from her face. Her eyes blink open slowly as she turns her head toward me, and a smile teases her lips.
A satisfied sigh leaves her. “I had no idea it could be like that.”
“Neither did I,” I reply honestly.
I knew sex with Bella was different. I remember it vividly from eight years ago. But we’re older now. More experienced. And what just happened here was like nothing I’ve ever felt or expected. The moment I slid inside of her; I was a changed man. A ruined man.
And I wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.
I only hope that I ruined her as much as she did me. Because I wasn’t lying when I said she’s mine now. She should have been mine all along. But I was a coward then. Now, though? Nothing and no one on this earth could convince me to walk away from the woman next to me.
Not even my best friend.
Of course, there’s still a very high chance she might walk away from me. Just the thought of that makes my chest ache and I quickly shake it off, not wanting to ruin this moment.
Leaning forward on an elbow, I place a soft kiss on Bella’s lips before rolling away and standing from the bed. “Come with me,” I say, holding out a hand for her to take.
Bella looks up at me in confusion but takes the hand anyway and follows me as I lead us out of her room and down the hall to my bathroom.
“What are we doing in here?” Bella asks as I lean into my shower and turn on the water.
“Getting cleaned up,” I reply, testing the temperature with my hand.
Once I’m satisfied it’s not too cold, I lead the both of us under the warm spray, reaching for the shampoo I’ve had stocked up in here since the day I discovered it.
Bella’s eyebrows furrow, watching as I pour a healthy amount into my hand. “How is my shampoo in here?”
I smirk at down at her, my hands moving over her head to massage the soap into her scalp. She closes her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as I work my fingers. “I kept some stocked in here for you in case of emergencies.” I lie.
I kept it in here because I’m fucking addicted to the smell of her and wanted that very scent on my body at all times.
Lips twitching, she opens one eye. “In case of emergencies?”
I nod once, keeping my focus intent on washing her hair despite the heat creeping into my cheeks at being caught red handed.
Two small hands land on my torso, moving softly over the wet skin of my pecs before settling on my shoulders. Bella stands on her tiptoes, her lips close to mine. “You like me, Noah Calloway.”
Pausing my movements, I shake my head, chuckling. This girl. She has no fucking idea.
“No, Isabella,” I say against her mouth. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
A loud squeal echoes around the room as I hook my arms around the back of her thighs and lift her off the ground, turning us until her back is pressed against the shower wall.
Water rains down over the both of us as my mouth slams against hers, dick hardening all over again. Bella wraps her arms around the back of my neck, her fingers threading through my hair as she pulls me infinitely closer, deepening the kiss.
Her tongue darts out and I catch it with my own, matching her stroke for stroke. She moans into my mouth as I grind my already growing erection against her core.
“Are you sore?” I ask, tearing my mouth from hers.
She shakes her head, her eyes hungry and full of molten lava. “Not sore enough.”
“Fuck,” I groan, at her words and at the tightness as I line the head of my dick with her opening and push inside of her.
A jolt of electricity races up my spine as I fully seat myself before pulling back out, my movements a lot gentler this time around.
Bella’s legs tighten their hold on my waist as her head falls back against the shower wall and she moans, the sound so soft and fucking sweet. I watch with hooded eyes as she lets go of all of her inhibitions and rocks her hips against me, her clit finding friction against my pelvis.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Bella,” I say, my voice low and husky as the overwhelming sensation overtakes my entire body.
“Noah.” My name is a whimper on her lips and drives me fucking crazy with the need to have her in any and all ways possible.
My hips move back and forth at a leisurely pace as I fuck her slowly, soaking up every inch of her.
I’ve never fucked someone like this before. Something about it feels different. Intimate. I don’t want it to fucking end.
Hands finding the dip in her waist, I lift her off my cock before dropping her back down and my eyes focus on the spot between us as I slide in and out.
It’s at that point my movements freeze, head dropping back. “Fuuuck, Bells. No condom.”
Never in my twenty-six years of life have I ever forgotten to wear a condom.
Until right now.
Until her.
And despite the unspoken secret between us, or the promises I’ve broken, not a single inch of me is worried about the consequences of that mistake.
Bella’s walls clench around me, causing my dick to jump inside of her, the need to move overwhelming and I grit my teeth, my eyes finding hers. “Tell me to stop and I will, Bells.”
She stares at me, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hooded.
I wait with bated breath for her to speak, to tell me to stop, or to go and get a condom.
But she does neither of those things. Instead, she uses the arms wrapped around me to lift herself all the way off before slamming back down with a force that makes stars dance in my vision.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she says then, her panted breath tickling the skin on my neck.
And so, I don’t.
I tighten my hold on her, mouth finding hers as I fuck her against the shower wall until her muscles clench, my spine tingles and the both of us go screaming over the edge into the abyss.