26. Noah
Chapter twenty-six
Noah
“ W hat the—” My body jerks as wet, plump lips close over what is now my very hard erection.
It takes me a second to realize what’s happening. I push the blanket back a little, and through eyes that are scratchy and bleary from a lack of sleep, I see Mia look up at me with a grin on her face.
“Woman, you really know how to wake a man up.”
“I decided we’ve already pushed our luck; one more time can’t hurt, right?”
I chuckle even as her hand strokes up and down my length. “I wasn’t on the honor roll in school, but I’m pretty sure I heard something like it only takes one time.”
She runs her tongue over the tip, causing me to jerk. “Are you saying I should stop?”
“Fuck no,” I groan. “We’ll deal with it. Whatever. Don’t stop.”
Once she begins again, thoughts of potential consequences are expelled from my mind. All I can concentrate on is the warmth of her mouth, her hand, and the occasional scrape of her teeth. Her ministrations leave me panting and clutching at the bed sheets.
After what feels like an eternity, a wave of heat pulses through me, and I find my release. Mia pulls back in time to avoid any mess, her beautiful face flushed and eyes twinkling with mischief. It is one hell of a wake-up call.
“Good morning,” she greets cheerily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Although I think it’s technically evening.”
“Evening,” I croak, propping myself on my elbows to look at her properly. I reach over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re full of surprises.”
“I had a dream and woke up to realize it didn’t have to be a dream. I had the real thing in bed next to me.”
I grab her hand and pull her down to the sheets. My mouth immediately goes to her breast, sucking her nipples and exploring the curves of her body. Her gasp is music to my ears, her hands running through my hair, pulling me closer. The taste of her skin sends a current of desire coursing through me. I don’t waste any time. My hand slides over her stomach, fingers seeking out the soft folds between her thighs. She shivers and spreads her legs apart in response, surrendering herself to my touch.
I feel her beneath my fingers, wet and eager. I can’t help but moan in anticipation. But I hold back, wanting to savor every moment.
I press a gentle kiss against her neck as my fingers move in slow circles against her clit. She gasps and arches up into my touch. “Noah,” she moans softly, the sound stirring something primal within me.
I keep my movements unhurried, focused on the sensations we are creating together—the rise and fall of her chest and the subtle flexing of her thighs. There’s a heady sense of power in knowing I can make her feel this way—that I’m the one capable of pulling these reactions from her. We’ve only been together a few times, but I know her body well. I know where she likes to be touched and how much pressure.
“Noah...please,” she whimpers. There’s such raw desperation in her voice that it nearly undoes me.
Her body starts to tremble beneath me, her breath hitching with anticipation. I press my lips to hers again, swallowing her little moans as I start to move faster. Just when I feel her reaching the point of no return, I stop.
“No!” she cries out, clawing at my shoulders.
“Patience, darling,” I whisper against her lips, my tone teasing.
I begin kissing down her body, taking the time to explore every dip and crevice. She squirms beneath me, a soft sigh escaping her lips as my mouth descends lower, lower until I’m at the apex of her thighs. She gasps the moment I make contact with her there.
I feast on her like a man starved, delighting in her taste and the way she writhes beneath me. My fingers continue their dance between her thighs while my tongue replaces where they had been just moments ago. Mia cries out my name again and again, the sound raw and erotic in the stillness.
I feel her muscles tightening around my fingers and know she’s close. This time, I don’t stop. Instead, I continue my assault.
Her breath becomes sharp and quick, and then she’s shaking, climaxing violently.
“Noah,” she gasps .
“I know,” I murmur against her sweaty skin as she comes undone. I flop onto my back and pull at her. She quickly gets to her knees and straddles me. Her soft hands trace lines of desire over my chest as she lowers herself onto me. She takes me in, inch by slow inch, until I am fully inside her. Then she stills, her beautiful face looking down at me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
“I love you, Noah,” she confesses. My heart clenches in my chest at her words. For a moment, I can’t speak, overcome by the raw sincerity in her eyes.
“I love you too, Mia,” I manage to say. I watch as a beautiful smile curls around the corners of her mouth.
I know it’s fast, but it’s true. I feel like we’ve lived through three lifetimes. We’ve been through hell and come out stronger. I never imagined it was possible to fall in love so totally and completely, and especially not in a matter of days, but it happened. I love her. I am willing to sacrifice my life to save her.
She starts to move, slow and sensual at first, before picking up speed. Her hips roll in rhythm with mine, driving me deeper inside her. The sensation is overwhelming; each thrust bringing me closer to the sweet oblivion of release. I clutch her hips, guiding her movements as we lose ourselves in each other.
Her body moves in perfect sync with mine, a dance of pure desire and love. Every touch, every whisper, and every moan shared between us expresses our feelings for each other.
The tremors start in her body and then sweep through mine. We move faster, harder, until the pleasure peaks. She cries out as she climaxes, trembling violently above me. Her release triggers mine. I empty myself into her, my vision blurring at the edges.
She collapses on top of me, our limbs tangled and hearts pounding. We lay there in silence, catching our breath. Her chest rises and falls against mine, a comforting rhythm that soothes the frantic beats of my heart.
I wrap my arms around her, securing her body against mine. I have zero intention of letting her go. A few minutes later, I feel her breathing slow and know she’s fallen asleep. I smile and kiss the top of her head before letting myself fade once again.
I’m startled awake by a loud knock at the door. My heart races as I toss Mia to the side. My instincts are on high alert. I glance at Mia, who’s still groggy from sleep. “What is it?”
“Someone is here,” I tell her.
Her eyes go wide. I jump out of bed and pull on my jeans before going to the door.
“It’s Agent Fields,” a voice calls from the other side.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Mia and her clothes are gone, and the bathroom door is shut.
I open the door to let Fields and another agent into the room. Their faces are grim, but there’s a flicker of something that looks like relief.
“We’ve got news,” Fields says, his voice steady. “We managed to apprehend one of the guys. He slammed his snowmobile into a tree and was pretty banged up.”
Mia steps out of the bathroom. “What about the others?”
“We’ve got people out looking for the other two. The big boss, though—” Agent Fields pauses, a small smile forming on his lips. “He was stopped in Anchorage at the airport. This was exactly what we needed to lure him out. ”
Relief and frustration wash over me simultaneously. “So you used us as bait?”
The agent’s smile fades, replaced by a look of contrition. “I apologize for that. We didn’t have many options, and your situation allowed us to draw him out into the open. But we’ve got him. We cut off the head of the snake.”
“You’re sure?” I ask.
“Positive. We’ve got a plane waiting to take you to Fairbanks. You’ll be safe. You don’t need to testify. We got what we needed from you.”
“Gee, thanks,” I mutter.
Mia’s eyes meet mine, a mix of relief and residual fear. I walk over to her, taking her hand in mine. “We’re getting out of here,” I say softly, more to reassure her than myself.
“What about Carter?” she asks quietly.
“Did you happen to talk to the state police?” I ask Fields.
He shakes his head. “No. Why?”
I quickly tell him about Eric. “I think you owe me one,” I say. “I could have been killed out there. Mia almost died because you were running some play without telling me. You owe me. ”
“You’re not going to prison for your role in running drugs,” he replies coolly. “You’ve been paid in full.”
“No,” I shake my head. “I want you to find this Carter dude. You have more reach than the state police. Find him. Lock him up, or I will go public with what you did.”
Fields laughs. “Do you think that matters? Do you think anyone is going to believe you?”
I give him a stern look, knowing I really don’t have any cards left to play.
“Fine,” he acquiesces. “Give me his information, and we’ll see what we can do.”
“Thank you,” Mia says.
“We’ll escort you to the airstrip. It’s a short drive, and the plane is ready to go. You’ll be in Fairbanks within the hour.”
We gather our things quickly—not that we have much. All we have are the clothes on our back. Mia clings to my hand, her grip tight and reassuring. I can feel her anxiety, matching my own. We arrive at the small airstrip with the waiting plane, its engines already humming. The agents help us aboard, and within minutes, we’re airborne, leaving the small town and its dangers behind. The sense of relief is profound, but there’s also an underlying tension. This isn’t over yet.
As the plane climbs higher, I look over at Mia. “How are you holding up?”
She gives me a small, brave smile. “Better now that half of the equation is solved.”
“Once we know they’ve got Carter, I’ll get a ride back to my plane and go to the cabin to get your camera equipment.”
“I’m coming with you,” she grins. “Didn’t I tell you you’re stuck with me?”