Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Her arms tense and relax again when I lay her down on her big bed. She doesn't have to worry, though. I follow her down, dragging the sheet up over us before tucking her into my side.
She sighs my name in her sleep.
I pass out with her in my arms and a grin on my face.
Chapter Thirteen
Elsie
"Noah," I whisper, reaching out to run my hand down his chest, through the light dusting of hair, then across the contoured plains of his stomach. I keep my gaze locked on his sleeping form, memorizing the way shadows spill across his body in the early morning light. His naked body is sprawled across my bed, the satin sheet riding low across one hip.
The man is a god in clothes. Out of them, he's whatever comes after that.
I left little red marks on his shoulders and upper arms. Ask me if I'm sorry about them. I'm not, not even a little bit.
I feel as if waking up to him in my bed like this is a dream. But it's not. I know this because, in my dreams, no matter how many times he made love to me, we never fell asleep together. It's as if my subconscious always took pity on me, protecting me from the pain I'd feel when I opened my eyes and realized he wasn't here.
But he's here right now, and the dull ache low in my belly…well, a vibrator didn't cause that. Not this time. That was all Noah, every delicious inch of him.
Alice will be so proud.
"Noah," I whisper again, running my fingers across the hipbone peeking from beneath the blanket.
He doesn't stir, but his cock does, the head playing peek-a-boo from beneath the sheet as it swells. I scoot closer, curling my body against his. I can't stop touching him, running one hand up and down his stomach, then back to his hip. Each time, he grows a little harder, his dick pulling the sheet lower until it finally slips off entirely.
I smile to myself before sliding my hand down his stomach and around his shaft. I hold the hot weight in my palm for a long moment, savoring how my fingers barely fit around him, at how intimate this feels.
I run my hand up and down his length.
As the soft rays of light spilling through my bedroom window begin burning shadows away faster than before, Noah stirs—his arm curling around me and his hips lifting from the bed. A lazy groan tumbles from his lips.
My heart stutters at that sexy, sleepy sound. I pump him again, and then again. His hips lift each time, searching out my hand.
I know the instant he's fully awake. He stills, groans, then rolls toward me.
I grumble when his cock falls from my hand.
"Mmm," he murmurs, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Good morning, Dimples."
"You're in my bed," I say.
"Fuck yeah, I am." The satisfaction in his voice makes me smile. He slides his hand up my stomach, cupping my breast. "How do you feel, baby?" he asks softly, his breath warm in my ear.
"Perfect." The dull ache between my thighs doesn't even register with his thumb brushing like butterfly wings across my nipple.
"I want to show you what I dreamed. May I?" His teeth graze my ear.
I nod, heat spreading through me at his far-too-polite question. He leans away for a moment, nudging me to roll away from him. Heat spreads faster when he curls around me again, his cock pressing between my legs from behind.
He stills, groaning. "You already feel so fucking good, Dimples." He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then lifts my leg, lining himself up with my entrance.
He doesn't push into me, though. Instead, his hand slips between my legs, his thumb swirling over my clit.
When I'm whimpering, he tilts his hips, sliding inside inch by delicious inch until I feel as full of him as I did last night—fuller, even.
He splays his hand across my stomach. "You okay?"
I nod, unable to speak through the powerful sensations twisting through me.
"Good," he murmurs, his thumb sliding over my clit again. He doesn't move, not a single inch. He just buries his cock deep and holds it there, one hand keeping my leg hiked over his hip. The other works slow, sweet circles around my clit. He knows every trick already, every angle and pressure point. It's like my body told him all its secrets last night and he remembered every one.
He kisses the back of my neck, little nips and soft, open-mouthed kisses, his beard scratching in a way that makes me shiver.
"That's it, Elsie. Let me feel you," he whispers, his voice all gravel and sugar. My name sounds like a prayer in his mouth.
I arch against him, needing friction, but he doesn't thrust. He just keeps his cock perfectly still inside me, stretching me open, coaxing all my nerve endings to the surface.