Page 49 of Gossip Game

His arched eyebrow told her she’d likely pay for her bossiness later. To her relief, he pushed up onto his forearms, reached behind his head with one hand and tugged the sweater off. He sent it sailing into the shadows.

“Finally,” she moaned, letting her fingers slide along the smooth muscles of his competitor’s body. Feeling the heat of his gaze, she tore her attention away from her mission to map out his shape, lifting her arms so he could free her from her bra. Her boots hit the floor with two loud thumps, followed by his sneakers.

Before she knew it, they were both naked, skin-to-skin, on the bed. Noah hummed with appreciation, while his lips undertook a slow, torturous exploration of her body.

“Noah,” she moaned when her nerve endings were so aroused, she didn’t think she could take it any longer. She was growing frantic to have him inside her.

But this was Noah. Of course, he was going to take care of her first. And, as it turns out, Noah was a talker during sex. The consummate gentleman, asking for permission before every move.

Is it okay if I touch you here?

Do you like it this way?

May I kiss you here?

Is it good for you?

Yes, yes, yes! She cried, writhing beneath him. He placated her with not one, but two toe-curling orgasms.

She wanted to do the same for him. Touching him everywhere she could reach. Learning how to make him moan with pleasure, too. And when he looked at her one last time, a silent request for permission in his eyes, the foil packet in his fingers, Charlotte whipped it away from him and tore it open.

“Yes, Noah. Please, God, yes.”

He eased into her, swallowing her gasp of pleasure with a kiss. Their bodies lined up perfectly, like two halves of the same piece. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at her with a half-drunk smile on his face. She hiked up her hips to allow him to seat himself deeper.

“Mmm.” He stared down at her, his expression pure male satisfaction, appearing to savor the moment.

Clenching her muscles around him, she reached up and brushed that untamed piece of hair out of his eyes.

“Don’t you dare ask me permission one more time,” she told him. “I want this. So, so much.”

That’s all it took for him to shed his polite demeanor and show off his athletic prowess. He moved like a man possessed with want.

“Yes,” she murmured in encouragement.

His breathing became more fractured with every stroke. Charlotte cried out with delight, wrapping her legs more securely around his hips. He muttered something lethal sounding when she began scoring her nails along his back. Their bodies, now slick with exertion, were moving in perfect synchronicity. Her hips kept pace with him thrust for thrust until the humming in her veins threatened to overwhelm her.

“Noah,” she begged. “Please.”

She thought he might have chuckled at her plea. But then he sent her flying over the edge and all she could think about was the unadulterated bliss ebbing through her body. With a very un-Noah-like savage groan, he thrust into her one last time, then collapsed beside her.

FOURTEEN

Noah fingered the silky strands of Charlotte’s hair where they fanned out over his chest. Her sigh of contentment whispered over his skin. He snuggled her in closer against him, reveling in the feel of her naked body. His junk grew unapologetically tight when he inhaled the familiar scent of her skin, now mingled with the musky smell of sex.

Christ.

He’d just had the best sex of his life and his body was already begging for another round. Not that he could blame himself. He seriously doubted he’d ever grow tired of having this woman.

Of hearing his name on her lips when she came.

Of feeling her velvety muscles clenching around him, urging him on to a mind-blowing release.

Of feeling her heart beating against his.

This is what it feels like to be complete.

Funny how Noah never knew what he was missing before this vibrant, impulsive, larger-than-life woman exploded into his life. He’d wrongly believed all he needed was success on the football field—and his family—to be fulfilled. Clearly, he was an idiot.

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