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He prowls over to the bed and leans down to run his tongue along my collarbone, sending electricity shooting down my spine. He reaches between us to drag my pants down my legs. A shiver runs through my body.
“We can’t have you getting cold,” he mutters and grabs a remote from the bedside table to turn on the fireplace next to the bed. Warmth and flickering flames fill the room around us.
“That’s a neat trick.”
“Wait until you see the rest of my cool tricks.” He smirks and kisses the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
“I can’t wait,” I breathe, and as his warm breath flutters across my sensitive skin, my eyes roll back in my head. He runs his thumbs over my nipples before leaning down to wrap his lips around one of them. I grip the back of his head.
My mind completely shuts down as sparks of pleasure shoot down my spine. He switches his attention to my other nipple, and I forget how to breathe. I barely notice when he tears away my underwear and spreads my pussy lips. He slides a finger around my wet opening a few times before pressing it a little deeper.
I lose track of time while his magic finger drives me wild. When he slips another finger in with the first and rubs both against my sensitive walls, I whimper his name.
Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his hardness and feel wetness leaking from the head.
His cock jerks in my grip as I stroke him. He groans my name and pulls back from my hold. “I’m not going to be able to control myself if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t want you to control yourself,” I protest as he kisses his way down my body. He spreads my legs wide and places soft kisses on my inner thigh.
“I need to taste your sweetness.” Leaning up on my elbows, I stare into his eyes as he runs his tongue up the center of my opening. “Before I fuck your tight pussy.”
My arms give out and I fall back against the soft bedding while he devours me. He closes his lips around my clit and sucks while scissoring his two fingers deep in my pussy. Fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids as an orgasm blasts through me. I forget everything but the feel of his warm, muscular body pressing against mine.
He crawls up my body and places a soft kiss on my lips. I barely have time to catch my breath before he places his erection at my opening. This is happening so fast, but it couldn’t feel more right. When he doesn’t move fast enough, dig my nails into his muscular back and whimper, “Please.”
“You’re mine,” he growls and thrusts deep, and I gasp at the sting. Taking several deep breaths, I force myself to relax while he slowly pulls back.
He circles his hips, and the slight sting slowly turns into pleasure. His hips pick up speed while he kisses me.
I wrap my legs around his hips and try to keep up with his rapid thrusts. My heart pounds away in my chest as electricity flows down my spine. He slips his arm under my leg and drags it up on his shoulder. This new position allows him to slide deeper with each thrust.
My inner muscles clamp down tight around his cock as pleasure flows through every molecule in my body.
He frantically thrusts a few more times before stilling above me. The veins in his neck stand out as his cock jerks deep inside my core. When he releases my leg and rolls over to pull me against him, I lay my head on his chest.
He rubs slow circles on my shoulder before leaning up to kiss my forehead. “I love you, firecracker.”
“Firecracker?” It’s the only thing my mushy mind can come up with. I place my chin on his chest and stare into his eyes.
“That’s right. You’re my little firecracker.” He smirks. “You’re strong and sassy, and I love to light your fuse.”
Warmth blooms across my cheeks. “I think I’m pretty level-headed to have put up with your grumpy butt without committing murder,” I tease, remembering how grumpy he stayed.
“Remember your interview?” He laughs, the memory lighting up his eyes. I feel a prickle of awareness humming through me. “You blew me away with your fierce independence and adorable laugh.”
I nod, instantly transported back to the day, and I think we’re remembering it a little differently. I remember stepping into a chaotic office and wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. “Yeah, I remember. I was this close to bolting when I saw how bad it was,” I admit.
He laughs, the sound deep and rough, resonating through the bedroom. “You didn’t bolt. You walked right in and told me my office looked like it was organized by a kindergartener. And that’s when I knew you were exactly what I needed,” he says, a seriousness creeping into his tone. “You showed up, saw the mess, and still took it on. You lit up the room, and I started looking forward to going to work every day. Just to see you. Somewhere along the way, you stole my heart.”
“I love you, too,” I admit, watching his eyes widen as he smiles and hugs me closer.
“Fucking hell, I’m the luckiest man on earth.”
Chapter 7
Noah
The early light filters softly through the cabin windows, casting gentle shadows across the wooden floor like familiar phantoms. I blink awake slowly, the remnants of last night weaving through my senses as an indelible mix of wonder and awe. It takes a moment to gather myself, to situate my thoughts in this new and deeply welcomed normal.
