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I smile, my hand reaching out to cup her face, gently urging her to meet my gaze. “That was me telling you that you’re not alone and I’m here for you, no matter what happens. I’ve got you. Trust me, please.”

She frowns. “I do.”

She leans in and kisses me again.

Chapter seventeen

Mia

His words echo in my mind as our lips meet again. There’s a sudden fire between us, an intensity that I wasn’t expecting. What in the world is wrong with me? There is something about this man. I can’t get enough of him.

I pull away, breaking the kiss and leaving us both breathless. “I want you.”

His eyes blaze at my admission, surprise flickering across his face before settling into a slow smile. His hands rest gently on my waist. “I want you too, Mia,” he says softly.

He backs me up with his mouth on mine until I trip over the mattress on the floor. I lose my balance and fall backward with him following me down.

We burst into laughter, but it quickly dies when I feel his erection pushing against my thigh.

His eyes meet mine, a question in them. Without breaking our gaze, I nod my consent. His hand slips under the hem of my shirt, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my stomach, sending waves of shivering anticipation through me. He breaks away to remove my shirt and then his own, revealing a chest dusted with thick, dark hair that trails down, disappearing below his waistband.

I reach out and run my hand over his hard muscles. With daylight pouring through the window, I’m able to get a very good view of the man. I like what I see. His muscles ripple under my touch, but he doesn’t move. He lets me take my time enjoying him. His skin feels warm, a stark contrast against the icy chill outside. I feel the thumping pulse under his skin, a steady beat that vibrates through my fingertips. His heart is racing just as fast as mine, if not faster.

I trail soft kisses down his neck, earning a groan of satisfaction from him. He arches into my touch, a reaction that sends a thrill of pleasure through me. I want to taste him—every last hot inch. I trail my fingertips up his flat stomach and move my mouth over his hard chest.

His breathing grows ragged as I reach for the button on his jeans. Our eyes meet, and a surge of anticipation passes between us. He lifts his hips, allowing me to slide the denim down his muscular legs, revealing the length of him. I take a moment to appreciate the sight before leaning forward to kiss his stomach softly.

Noah’s hands sift through my hair, cradling my head gently. His breath hitches as I move lower, my lips trailing a path of fire down his body. His fingers tighten against my scalp, and he murmurs my name—a sigh carried away by the wind outside.

I can feel my own desire building steadily as I continue to explore him. Every groan and gasp from Noah urges me on, making me want him more and more. It’s intoxicating.

I slide my body down lower, pulling his boxers down with me, giving me better access. As he lays exposed before me, I can see the full effect I have on him. His arousal is evident, his chest heaving with each rapid breath. His eyes are locked on me, watching in anticipation as I move closer to his thick cock. I feel in control. I have the power. There is no threat. It’s all mutual ecstasy. I love that I can do this to him: turn this big, strong man into a gasping pool of need.

I lean in, brushing my lips against his hip bones, making him gasp and arch. I move lower, taking him in my mouth inch by delicious inch. His breath hitches as I tease him with my tongue, moving at a tempo designed to drive him wild.

Suddenly, he pulls me up toward him, flipping us over so that he’s on top of me. He’s fast, like lightning. It takes me by surprise, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. Our breaths synchronize. His heavy inhales match my shaky exhales and vice versa—two bodies tangled together, sharing the same rhythm.

He kisses me; the desperation is obvious. His hands are rough against my skin as he pulls off my jeans and cups my breasts. The cold air makes me gasp, but his body against mine chases away the chill. The feel of his strong arms keeps me grounded. The warmth of his bare skin against mine elicited something deep within me. Heat blooms low in my belly.

The tender way he takes off my bra makes my heart flutter and fills the room with intense anticipation. I love how gentle he can be one second and then wild and passionate the next.

He places soft kisses down my neck and chest and then nips and tugs, pulling a shocked gasp from me. He tastes every inch of my body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. My body is incandescent, his touch coaxing me higher with every brush of his lips.

His hand moves between my legs, his fingers sliding over the sensitive skin there. My skin ignites in a rush of desire that makes me arch toward him.

“Noah,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. He looks at me, his eyes dark and filled with a wellspring of unspoken emotions. There’s an intensity in them that steals my breath away.

His lips curve into a half-smile as he kisses me again, softer this time as if he is trying to soothe the wildfire he started within me. But it’s too late. The flames have already been stoked, and they won’t be tamed.

He moves over me, tracing the contours of my body with his tongue. The sensation is electrifying, making me moan softly. His hand finds its way to my breast, massaging it gently before taking the hardened nipple into his mouth. I can feel myself spiraling into an abyss of pleasure that only Noah can create. He pushes a finger inside me. The onslaught of sensations overwhelms me.

“That’s it,” he whispers against my breast. “Let go.”

His fingers press deeper while his mouth trails a path back to my lips. I submit to his ministrations, closing my eyes and letting out a soft moan. The passion building between us is intense, almost unbearable. His strokes become faster, more insistent. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

With my hands in his hair, I deepen the kiss, our lips meeting in a clash of passion and desire. He responds immediately, pressing his body closer against mine. Our movements are no longer gentle or tentative; they’re fierce and demanding.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me panting with desire. “I need to be inside you,” he pants, his voice husky and filled with longing. Despite the heat radiating off him, he doesn’t rush.

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