Page 109 of Make Me Dream of You

“You have somewhere to be,” Noah insists.

Wood’s face brightens. “Oh! Right, yeah. I do.” He gets up and drinks the rest of the milk from his bowl and tosses it in the sink. “Thanks for the reminder.” Wood flashes us a smile, sticks his tongue out, and claps Noah on the shoulder as he passes us on the way out the door.

And now we’re alone.

Noah glances at his phone. “We’ve got a few hours until Bex’s shift is over.”

“She texted me earlier that she’s staying somewhere else tonight. She didn’t want me to worry. So, we have all night to…”

Noah raises his eyebrows. “Oh.” He steps closer, his pelvis pressed against my lower belly. “To what? What do you want to do, Livvy?”

“You said, uh…” I pause, heart beating hard.

He tilts his head, running the edges of his teeth along his full lower lip. Waiting.

“You said you were going to…fuck me.”

His eyes darken. “Is that what you want?”

I nod.

“I need you to say it, angel. Say you want me to fuck you.”

I swallow, my throat dry. “I want you to fuck me, Noah.”

He curls his tattooed hand around mine and, walking backward, pulls me into his darkened room. Everything is drenched in inky blue, the moon shining silver out the window.

“Come here,” he whispers.

Cool air makes my skin prickle as he lifts my shirt up and off. In the quiet, he gives my hand a reassuring squeeze and kisses my temple. As he undoes my bra, he kisses my neck, right at the pulse point. He must feel it. He must know how fast my blood is pumping right now.

His fingers graze my sides as he slips my bra off, then they move up to cup my breasts. He rubs his thumbs over my hardened nipples, and I let out a whimper.

“You know I’m going to take care of you, right?” he asks as he slides his hands down to my pants. “You trust me?” He deftly unbuttons my jeans.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” He pushes my jeans and panties down at the same time. “Now, be a good girl and go lie down on the bed for me.”

Scooting backward toward the pillow, I watch him loom over me, shadowed in darkness. He strips off his shirt and pants, standing there in only his black boxer briefs. He’s tall and lanky. Black tattoos cover every inch, wrapping around each bulge and ripple of his muscles.

He pushes the boxers down next. He’s already hard. And large. And holy fuck, he’s going to put it inside me. Heat blooms all over my body, skin on fire, my center molten.

The mattress dips as he crawls to me, slowly, a hunter stalking his prey.

He comes up and kisses my forehead, then the tip of my nose. So soft, so gently I wasn’t expecting it. Running a knuckle from my temple to my chin, he gazes into my eyes reverently, lips parted. Every part of me yearns for this man. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him. Need him.

He’s about to say something but I’m already grabbing his face and pulling him to me. Our lips come together, warm and soft. We move together perfectly. The rhythm of our breaths, mouths opening, tongues sliding in unison.

I squeeze his hips with my thighs. The pulsing between my legs is almost as distracting as the way his hard cock presses into my belly.

His hands roam my body. Electricity buzzes under my skin.

I can’t help but rock my hips, needing more friction as our kisses go deeper, harder. He growls as he hikes his hard thigh up between my legs, and I rut up against him, both of us wet with my juices now.

“Fuck,” he whispers between kisses. “You need more?” He reaches down and presses fingers to my clit, right where I’m throbbing for him.

“Yes,” I pant.

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