Page 92 of Play On

And I cannot wait to get him out of them and touch him the way I want to.

His hands slide up underneath my top, finding my bra strap in the back, and with one flick of the fingertips, he’s unhooked it. Then his hands move up to my breasts, sliding underneath the bra, and he begins to caress them.

I close my eyes for a moment, relishing each touch Noah is bestowing upon me.

“You feel perfect,” he groans. “You’re perfect, Violet.”

I reach for his belt buckle and undo it. Then I undo his zip and slide my hands down the front of his jeans. Noah writhes completely the second I touch him, and a deep moan escapes his throat.

My pulse quickens. My God, he’s massive.

“You feel so good,” I whisper as he shudders beneath me.

“Violet,” he groans. “I want you so bad.”

“Now it’s time for you to fly,” I say, bending over him and kissing him deeply. Noah lifts one of his hands to my hair, and the blanket falls around my waist. I move against him, grinding on him, and a hoarse cry escapes his lips.

“Jesus,” he cries out.

The familiar throb is beginning to build in me once again. I begin to pull on his jeans, and he shifts to help me ease them past his thighs.

“That’s all I need,” I command, reclaiming his mouth and kissing him fiercely.

“Condom,” Noah says, ripping his mouth away from mine. “I have one.”

“Not needed,” I say, drinking from him again in another hot, seeking kiss. “I have an implant.”

“I’m clear,” he says between kisses. “And I haven’t had sex in forever.”

Why does that fact make me feel so special and powerful? That Noah doesn’t just go around having sex, yet he can’t keep his hands off me?

“Same,” I say before kissing him again.

I slide his boxers off with his help and we come together again in a kiss. God, I love that Noah loves to kiss! Then I touch him this time, with the barrier of clothing removed, and he nearly comes off the chair the second I stroke him.

“Violet,” he moans, his head rolling back and his eyes closing. “I’ve wanted this. You have no idea how much.”

“Now it’s my turn to make you feel good,” I say in a sexy, low voice. “I’m going to ride you, Noah.Hard.”

Then I sink down onto him.

But as I do, something magical happens.

I gasp in surprise, and Noah’s eyes fly open, meeting mine in a shocked gaze.

This feels different.

I pause as I take him in, stunned by this revelation. It’s not just sex. I … I feelconnectedto Noah. As if we’re two magnets drawn together and locked into place.

As if I was made to be with this man.

And he was made to be with me.

His hand reaches for my hair, and whilst I was anticipating hot, rugged, quick shagging, it’s suddenly shifted to something new. My heart hammers against my ribs from the way Noah is staring into my eyes.

No man has ever looked at me this way before.

“Don’t be quick,” Noah pleads, stroking my hair with his hand. “I want to be inside of you for a long time. I want to be in this moment and not rush it. I want to remember it.”

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