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He smiles and kisses me on the tip of the nose when he says this. I still don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve a man like him.

He kneels back in front of me to pull my leggings the rest of the way off before tossing them in the hamper with the shirt. He kisses along my hip to just above my clit. His eyes stay locked on mine as he lifts my leg slightly to part my legs.

When his tongue teases my clit, my back arches. My nipples are hard, and I can already feel a warmth running down my spine. A sinful moan escapes me as he runs his tongue all the way up before sucking on my clit. My fingers instantly latch onto his hair as I hold myself up and balance.

“Fuck, Noah,” I moan.

“That’s it. Such a good girl, aren’t you, Willow?”

He gives my clit one last tease with his tongue before he stands and quickly lifts me up not letting me regain my balance. He steps into the tub and lowers me into the water with him setting me between his thighs and then rests my back against his chest.

As much as I want more, he’s calm and silent. He’s letting me just enjoy the hot water. I can feel the chill from the air outside finally leaving my body. I guess I was freezing.

“Can I ask you something?” I finally ask, breaking the silence.

“Of course.”

“What if you had met someone while you were searching for me? Someone that you fell in love with?”

He sits quietly for a moment before I feel his head shaking no.

“Not possible,” he says, finite.

I snap my head around to quickly look at him astounded.

“What? Of course it’s possible, Noah.”

“I don’t think you’re fully understanding just how in love with you I am, Willow. No one could ever take your place in my heart. It’s just how it is.”

“You’re crazy,” I tease as I snuggle back into his embrace.

“Yes. But only for you.”

CHAPTER 77

NOAH

Jeremy took Jenna home and Willow and I sat in that tub talking for almost an hour. I even had to refill the water twice because it wasn’t hot enough. As soon as the goosebumps ran along her shoulders, I knew she was getting too cold.

We spent the entire time talking, asking random questions to learn more about each other. A lot of them were completely off the wall and were actually really hilarious to see what the other would say.

It wasn’t your usual “What’s your favorite color,” or “Do you like dogs or cats more?” No, this woman decided she wanted to ask the craziest things. One thing that made me laugh was that she asked me if I was stranded on an island with nothing to eat, would I cut my hand or foot off to eat first.

It threw me off because who the hell would ask that in a romantic bath? My woman, that’s who. My perfect fucking woman.

Obviously, the answer is your non-dominant hand. You need to be able to walk, run, or swim to survive. And on a deserted island, if you were hobbling around on one leg, you probably aren’t going to be able to last long. That’s what I told her.

She laughed and said she chose the hand too. When I asked why, she cracked up saying that she would probably try to picture it like eating ribs. I was both impressed and disturbed as fuck.

God, I love this woman.

“Noah. Are you coming?”

I completely forgot that she was going to go find a movie for us to watch while I was figuring out what to make us for dinner. I said breakfast food because obviously breakfast food is the superior meal, but she wanted tacos. So, we’re compromising on breakfast tacos.

“I’m about to cook the sausage. Want to come help me with the eggs?” I ask.

“Okay, fun fact about me, I suck at cooking too,” she says as she comes up and wraps her arms around me.