Chapter Twenty-Six #2
“I most definitely am, but also…” He stands next to me and undresses. “We’re using that tub before we leave. Strip, woman.”
Noah fills it and adds some bubble bath. Next, he lights candles and closes all the curtains. “Although it’s not dark outside yet, we’re gonna improvise.”
The champagne, the rose petals on the floor, the relaxing music—he’s thought of every little detail. I didn’t think it was possible to love this man more than I already do but every day, he proves to me why we should be together.
“Alright, baby. The tub is full, so let’s go.” He grabs my hand and helps me step in, then slides in behind me.
“Oh my God, it feels so good,” I say with a sigh as I relax against his chest. His strong arms wrap around me as he feathers kisses on my neck.
“You deserve it, sweetheart. I wanna give you everything,” he whispers.
I look over my shoulder and meet his eyes. “You’re all I want, Noah. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. This getaway is just a bonus.”
He smiles, then leans down and captures my lips.
“Even though I don’t deserve you, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you how special you are to me.”
“You deserve more than you give yourself credit for, Noah. I just want you to be happy.”
“Trust me, I’ve never been happier.”
After our relaxing afternoon, Noah and I leave for dinner. We had seafood at Orange Beach and talked and laughed for hours. I almost suggested we skip the cruise and spend the rest of the evening naked under the sheets, but I could tell how excited Noah was to take me.
“It’s so beautiful, such a natural thing we take for granted,” I say as we watch the lazy sun sink below the horizon. Bursts of yellow and orange with slivers of pink fill the sky, and I can’t stop staring at the sky. Noah holds me close as I lay my head on his shoulder, and we admire the view.
“You don’t realize the things you take for granted until they’re taken away from you. Basic human rights. Simple leisures. A home-cooked meal. Everything,” he says.
“You can always talk to me about it, Noah,” I assure him. “But only if you want to.”
Just because he cut me out of his life during his time in prison doesn’t mean he needs to keep it from me. I want all of him—even the parts that haunt him.
“As much as I appreciate that, I wanna erase those memories from my life as much as possible. You’re all I wanna focus on now. You, Owen, and my family and friends.”
“A new chapter,” I confirm with a smile.
Although he’s decided not to go to therapy right now, I have hope that someday he will. I wish I had after everything happened, but Owen helped me cope. Between taking care of him and working, there wasn’t much time to really think about anything else anyway.
“Are you ready to go back to work Monday?” I ask as we make our way to the B&B.
“Hell yes. I feel like shit for leaving Tyler hanging, once again.” He groans.
“Tyler understands.”
“I know he does, which I’m grateful for, but I don’t wanna take advantage. After the gym is done, I hope he’ll hire me until I can find something else.”
“What’re you wanting to do?” I ask once we’re inside our room.
“Something with my hands. Maybe fixing or building stuff. It’s what my dad did in his spare time when he wasn’t at the garage and what I helped him with during my school vacations. But beggars can’t be choosers either, so I’ll take anything.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “You’ll find something. You’re talented, hard-working, honest, and really good in bed.”
Noah chuckles, securing his hands on my waist. “Is that so? Think I can add that to my resume?”
“Put it under…special skills.”
He slides his hands to my ass and lifts me. “Hmm…can I use you as a reference?” he asks, throwing me on the mattress. Pushing my legs apart with his knee, Noah towers over me.
“Before I agree to that, I’m gonna need to see how proficient your oral skills are.”
“Is that so?” He arches a brow, sliding his hand underneath my shirt.
“As well as your expertise on proper etiquette and the ability to learn new techniques.”
“That is quite the list of imperative qualities,” he muses, pinching my nipple.
“Well, it’s all about having the right credentials,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed as he presses his knee harder between my thighs.
“And self-confidence,” he adds.
“Mm, definitely. Dependability, drive, power…” I gasp when he increases the speed over my pussy. “All that it takes to really stand out from the rest.”
Noah continues teasing me until I’m breathless and reaching my climax—all before he’s undressed me.
The man has superpowers.
Before I come down from my high, he unbuttons and tosses my jeans aside, then yanks off my panties before sinking his face between my legs. He sucks my clit and thrusts two fingers deep inside me. Every time I get close, he backs away, then does it again and again, driving me insane with desire.
“Noah!” I scream. “I’m about to forcefully hold your head there if you move one more time.”
He licks his lips, chuckling. “Just trying to give a thorough oral exam.”
“If you don’t finish me off, I’ll do it myself,” I threaten, sliding my hand down.
He playfully nips at it, but I quickly remove it.
“No, ma’am. You come when I tell you to. Got it?” He winks, and I equally hate and love him for it.
My body’s on fire, and if he stops one more time, I’m going to cry.
“Now let’s test your physical stamina,” I say.
Noah slides off the bed, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he removes his clothes. His erection springs free, and the urge to take him in my mouth nearly takes over. I love the taste and smell of him.
Everything about Noah turns me on.
“Lie on your side, baby girl,” he demands, crawling into bed behind me.
He lifts one of my legs, then positions himself at my entrance. Sliding in slowly, he pushes in deep and fills every inch of me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight in this position,” he hisses into my neck.
Snaking a hand between my thighs, Noah circles my clit and increases his pace.
“Oh my God,” I murmur, surrendering to every glorious inch of him. The sensation of him pounding into me and rubbing slowly has the buildup surfacing quickly.
“You like that?” he asks in my ear.
“So good,” I mutter.
“You want harder?”
“God, yes.”
Every stroke, every caress, every lick, suck, and kiss—Noah cherishes me in a way I never knew existed.