14. Noah
Chapter fourteen
Noah
I feel her finally settle down. It takes everything I have not to wrap my arms around her again. I understand she is trying to put some distance between us. I get it. I’m not exactly her type. I had my one chance with her, and that will have to be enough. She doesn’t want to bond or develop a connection. When her friend comes back, or we find our way out of here, it is doubtful I will ever see her again.
It is probably for the best that we don’t talk more. I don’t want to get attached. But damn, if we met at a bar or in the frozen food section, I would definitely ask for her number.
I never expected to end up in a situation like this. It isn’t like they provide a playbook for this type of thing. Spending the night with a beautiful woman after surviving a blizzard wasn’t covered in flight school.
Mia—Her name dances through my mind.
Worse things could have happened, I remind myself. After the last few months of dodging drug dealers and being caught up in a DEA investigation, I thought I was going to end up in prison or, worse, dead. But here I am, in one piece, feeling more alive than ever.
I keep my eyes closed and my body still. I can hear her soft breathing and hope she falls asleep soon. If tomorrow ends up being another day of walking or fighting for survival, we need our rest. I do my best to avoid touching her. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. I find myself drifting off to sleep with memories of her flying apart under my touch.
In the dead of night, I’m awakened suddenly by the sensation of lips on my chest. My eyes flutter open, the remnants of sleep still clouding my vision. Mia is beside me, her face illuminated by the light of the moon shining through the window. She looks at me with a hesitation that sparks my protective instincts.
“Noah,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I can’t sleep. Are you awake?”
I clear my throat, but my mind is still fuzzy from sleep. “Yeah. Is something wrong?”
She bites her lip, her gaze traveling over my face as if searching for something. “No. I guess my nerves are still jangled from the day. I can’t seem to shut my thoughts off.”
I manage a faint smile, feeling a rush of desire. “I get that. What can I do to help ease your mind?”
She doesn’t answer with words, but her fingers trace patterns on my chest. Then she puts her mouth on me, kissing and nibbling at my skin.
A sudden surge of longing pulses through me, my body responding to her touch. I remain still, not wanting to scare her off, but the intensity is all-consuming.
“I need you,” she whispers.
I swallow, my throat dry. “Mia...”
She kisses down my stomach, her head disappearing under the blankets. I feel her pulling my underwear down, freeing my erection. I know what’s coming next, and I try to brace myself for it, but the moment her tongue laps over the head of my cock, I nearly jump three feet in the air.
I gasp, my back arching off the soft mattress. “Mia,” I moan. She doesn’t reply, instead taking me deeper into her mouth. My hands find their way into her hair, gently guiding her as she moves .
There’s something intoxicating about the urgency, the raw need, in her touch. It’s been a long time since anyone has wanted me quite like this. The thought of her is all-consuming. The cabin, our predicament—everything—fades away until there is only desire.
I can only focus on Mia’s mouth and the intense feeling of pleasure that’s quickly building. She’s not in a hurry, unlike before. She takes her time exploring, learning my body’s reactions. The gentle suction, the swirl of her tongue against the sensitive underside—it all sends sparks shooting through me, intensifying my need.
My heart hammers against my ribcage, each beat echoing the rhythm of desire coursing through me. The tenderness I feel for her swells within me—this woman who has been a stranger until now.
“Mia,” I groan as the pressure builds to an almost unbearable degree. She responds by quickening the pace of her mouth, her hands gripping me firmly.
When I release, it’s with a strangled gasp. My world is reduced to waves of ecstasy, crashing against me one after another.
In the aftermath, Mia slips back up beside me, her nails scraping across my chest, causing me to jerk and shudder. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are sparkling in the firelight. She doesn’t say anything; she simply curls into my side, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Don’t think we’re done yet,” I tell her, still struggling to catch my breath. “You woke me from a dead sleep. I hope you know what you started.”
A sly smile blooms on her face. She slowly nods, her knowing look heating my blood.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” she purrs, the hint of a playful challenge in her voice.
I chuckle, brushing my fingers through her hair. I suddenly feel bold.
“Oh, yeah?” I shoot back, my hand finally stopping at the small of her back, coaxing her closer to me. “I hope you can keep up.”
She props herself up on an elbow to look down at me. Her cheeks are flushed from the heat of passion, and her hair falls around her face in a tousled mess that suits her perfectly.
With one swift movement, she rolls on top of me. Her breasts smash against my chest a moment before she sits up, straddling me. I reach up, brushing my thumb over her hardened nipple. She gasps as I pinch it gently, her body shuddering at my touch. With a wicked smile, she reaches up to tug her other nipple.
I sit up suddenly, catching her by surprise. My mouth latches onto her breast, my tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as I listen to her gasp in pleasure. Her hands thread through my hair, guiding me closer, but I pull away, a smirk on my lips.
“Turnabout is fair play,” I whisper huskily into her ear before flipping us over so that I’m on top again. A squeak of surprise escapes her lips. She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“I wanted to ride you,” she pouts.
“We’ll see if you have enough energy after I’m done.”
I kiss down her neck to the valley between her breasts before settling on her stomach. Her muscles contract beneath me as a sigh escapes from her parted lips.
My hands travel down to the edge of her panties. I slide them off slowly, revealing more of her flushed skin to my hungry eyes. Despite the throbbing ache in my cock, I take my time, caressing every inch of her body with my fingers and lips .
She writhes underneath me. Her moans grow louder as I trail kisses down her inner thigh, making me shiver with anticipation. I press my tongue against her wet folds, tasting her once again. Her breath catches in her throat as she clutches at the sheets beneath her.
“Please...” she stammers, her voice thick with want. Her hips rock upward, seeking more contact.
Her entreaty sends another surge of desire through me, and I oblige her, pressing harder and swirling my tongue around her clit. She gasps loudly, bucking beneath me again.
“Noah,” she whimpers, one hand gripping my hair and tugging gently. Her other hand is tangled in the blankets.
Her sounds of pleasure are music to my ears as I continue to work on her. Her thighs clench around my head as she cries out loud enough that it echoes throughout the cabin. The taste of her on my tongue is honey, driving me to bring her pleasure over and over again.
The feel of her climaxing underneath me is something that will be forever etched into my memory. Her legs tremble as waves of pleasure crash over her. After a moment, she falls back onto the bed, completely spent.
I lift myself up to see her flushed face. Her rapid breathing causes her chest to rise and fall with each gasp. Sweat glistens on her skin from the exertion, making her glow in the moonlight. Her eyes are closed, and her thick, dark lashes form half-moons on her cheeks. A satisfied smile pulls at the corners of her lush mouth. She is stunning.
I crawl back up her body, positioning my cock at her opening once again. I looked down into her eyes before I slowly pushed myself inside her.
“Mia,” I moan, feeling her body welcome me with a sweet wetness that makes my head spin. Her hands reach up and wrap around my neck, pulling me down for a deep kiss as I move slowly within her.
Her nails dig into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. Her moans fill the room, growing louder with each thrust. The sight of her, flushed and gasping for breath, is intimate and raw. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
I try to hold back, wanting this to last as long as possible, but her tightness around me makes it almost impossible. Every stroke makes her gasp, her fingers clutching at my hair.
“Harder,” she breathes against my lips. It’s not a plea—it’s an order. And I’m only too happy to obey.
I set a driving rhythm, pounding into her with a fervor that borders on the animalistic. Her hips meet mine in an erotic dance that has us both spiraling toward the edge.
The world narrows down to just the two of us—the taste of her mouth against mine, the slick slide of our bodies against each other, the sounds of our pleasure filling the room.
Mia’s cries grow more desperate as she digs her nails into my back. The pain mingles with the pleasure, taking the euphoria to a new level.
All I can focus on are her eyes—dark with pleasure and an unspoken emotion that shoots straight into my gut.
I can feel her flutter around me, signaling her impending release. It’s a call to arms. I pick up my pace, a primal instinct overpowering my senses. Her breathless gasps turn into a scream as she reaches the apex, body convulsing beneath mine in exquisite pleasure. The sight of her climaxing again—for me— is enough to push me over the edge that I’ve been teetering on.
With a groan that resonates in the silent cabin, I release inside her—every spasm from my cock matched by a tremor from her body. Our breaths are ragged in the quiet aftermath, hearts pounding together in an unsteady rhythm.
Exhaustion seeps into my bones as I collapse beside her on the bed, pulling her to my side. Our bodies are tangled together, still humming with pleasure and sensitivity from our previous exertions. Her head rests against my shoulder as her breath washes across my skin.
We don’t need to talk. I don’t want to talk. I kiss the side of her face and reach down to pull the blankets over us. The fire is nothing more than hot coals with the occasional flare-up. I’m letting it go out, knowing we will be plenty warm in each other’s arms for the rest of the night.