Page 22 of The Billionaire's Secret Kiss

"I've got you, baby," Noah said into my mouth as he kissed me and pressed his thumb again, rotating it in a slow circle as he thrust a third finger inside me. The orgasm exploded in my brain, in my body, like a bomb. I rode his hand, kissing him frantically, every part of me waking up, remembering.

I gasped for breath, still riding the wave of orgasm when Noah withdrew his hand. I keened in disappointment for just a second before he was there, his cock pressing into me.

This. This was what I wanted.

He filled me slowly, sending sparks of bliss through my body. Bracing himself on his elbows, he began to move, the motion so slight he was almost still. The invasion of his thick cock and the teasing rock of his hips were enough to kindle the beginnings of a second orgasm. I arched my back, brushing the tips of my nipples into his chest, and wrapped my legs around his hips.

Nothing was as good as this.

Nothing had ever been as good as Noah.

He kept up the same gentle rhythm, teasing me, ushering me deeper and deeper into pleasure, leaving me gasping and moaning and begging for more. When he hooked a hand behind my knee, opening me wide, and thrust harder, I screamed. The second orgasm took me like a tidal wave, building so slowly and then falling all at once, dragging me deep beneath the surface of pleasure and memory.

I'm sure I didn't pass out. Pretty sure. But it got a little hazy after that. Noah got up and then came back. He slipped into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms, and said, "Ella.”

I rolled into him, snuggling my head into his chest, the familiar thump of his heart beneath my ear. "I don't want to talk,” I murmured, “I just want to stay like this."

He kissed the top of my head, stroked my hair, and said, “Okay, babe. We don't have to talk."

Content for the first time in two years, I drifted to sleep.

Chapter Seven

Noah

Iwoke up happier than I'd been in years. Ella's body was nestled against mine, her breasts pillowed into my side, the scent of her shampoo in my nose. For the first time since we'd split up, I felt whole.

I’d thought I was determined to get her back. I hadn't known what true determination was until I lay there with the woman I loved in my arms.

There was no way I was going to lose her again. Whatever I had to do, Ella would be mine.

It was early, and I was content to lay there, my arm around her. As long as she was asleep, I could pretend everything was okay. I had a plan. Okay, I was developing a plan. I'd been honest the day before. I could do long distance.

Ella thought I didn't understand how important school was to her, but I did. I wanted her to be happy. Achieving my own dreams wouldn't mean much if they came at the cost of Ella's. I just had to figure out a way we could both get what we wanted.

Not long after I woke up, she stirred, nuzzling her cheek into my shoulder and yawning. I knew the second she remembered the night before because her body went stiff. She cleared her throat, drew in a long breath, and relaxed.

Tracing an idle circle over my abs, she asked, "Noah?"

"Yeah?"

"Just making sure I'm actually awake."

"Did you think you were dreaming?"

"For a second," she admitted.

"Good dream? Or nightmare?" I asked, only half-joking. She didn't answer right away.

"I don't know yet. Are you going to disappear on me?"

The hesitant vulnerability in her voice killed me.

"No. Never again. I promise, Ella. We’re going to figure this thing out."

"Okay." She pulled away and sat up, sadly taking the sheet with her, covering those perfect breasts. She squinted her eyes at the light coming in from the window and pressed a palm to her forehead.

"You okay?"