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I sigh because I want to approach this delicately. I want to be sensitive. I mean, I appreciate the man is going slow for me. But if we go any slower, we won’t share any kisses until we’re both residents at the Wildflower Retirement Home.

“Tell me,” Noah commands.

I blow out a frustrated breath. “Well, when are you going to kiss me?”

His lips curve up in a slow, sexy smile. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

I scowl at him, done with taking things slow. “I want you to maul me like an animal!”

Before I can even blink, he launches himself toward me. In one quick move, he has me on my back on the picnic blanket. He’s stretched over me, staring down at me with a feral glint in his gaze. “I’ll maul you anytime you want.”

Chapter 8

Lizzy

“I’ll maul you anytime you want,” Noah says, something wild and untamed glittering in his eyes. He’s stretched over me. Even though he’s supporting his weight on his arms, I can still feel our bodies brush every time I take a deep breath. My nipples are hard points in my bra, and I can feel that big bulge against my stomach. The knowledge that he’s turned on causes moisture to gush into my panties.

“Now,” I breathe the word like a desperate prayer.

It’s all he needs. He drops his head, pressing his lips against mine. His kiss is slow and exploratory at first. Then I whimper and clutch at his shoulders.

He uses the noise to sweep his tongue into my mouth. He strokes me softly while making growls deep in his throat. The contrast of his gentleness mixed with feral need has me growing even hotter.

I arch into his body, trying desperately to get the friction I need. He angles his leg, so his thigh is pressed against my aching core.

“Good girl, take what you need from my body,” he whispers as he trails hot kisses down the column of my throat.

I writhe against the steady press of his muscled thigh. I’ve never had this. I’ve had orgasms but never shared them with another person. I had no idea it could be this good with someone else, but it’s Noah. This cowboy that has been showing up at the bookshop every day and leaving with a little more of my heart each time.

“Eyes open,” he whispers. “You look me in the eye when I make you come.”

I snap my eyes opened to find him staring down at me with lust and affection and something bigger. Something I can’t even begin to process.

The first rain drops fall, landing on his bald head and running down his face. I’m dry, completely sheltered under his body but I pause when I see the rain.

“Don’t you stop,” he growls as he shoves his hand between our two bodies. He rubs me through the thin material of my skirt, and I want more. I want his hand on my pussy as I soak his fingers. I want his big, blunt digits inside of me, driving me wild.

I gasp as the first wave of pleasure surges over me. Noah senses it somehow, seaming our mouths together and absorbing my cries of pleasure. When my taut body finally relaxes, I’m still shaking and shuddering.

He holds me in his arms, pressing kisses to my face. Through the haze of satisfaction, I realize he’s calling me his good girl.

“I want to do that for you,” I whisper, feeling shy. I want to give him what he just gave me. I want to watch the big, strong man above me lose control and know that I drove him to the brink of ecstasy.

He smirks down at me. “If my cock comes out, I’m sinking nine deep in you and not stopping until you’re screaming louder than the thunder.”

I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. I want that. I want Noah thrusting deep in my pussy and calling my name. My voice is breathy when I ask, “How roomy would you say your truck is?”

He chuckles and cups my face. The gesture is surprisingly sweet. “We’re not doing that yet. We have all the time in the world.”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting him to say but it wasn’t that. “Then we should go. You’re getting wet.”

“I’m not the only one,” he says with a wink that has me blushing. Even though I just came, I already want him touching me again.

He grabs a blanket and holds it over me. He somehow manages to keep me dry. That’s the thing about being with Noah. He keeps me safe. He makes me feel protected and cherished, like I’m someone precious.

When we pull up to the farmhouse, the rain has stopped though there are muddy puddles all over the lawn. The air smells fresh and clean, like the world has been renewed.

Noah walks me up the steps. He doesn’t want to leave my side any sooner than he has to, and I love that about him. I love that he wants to spend as much time as possible with me.

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