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I suck in a breath from his words.

His beautiful, meaningful, caring words.

“I want that too,” I say, as I begin to move slowly up and down.

This time, Noah doesn’t move his head back or close his eyes.

His eyes remain firmly locked on mine, in effect locking us both in the moment.

As we make love, building towards earth-shattering, intense orgasm for both of us, one thing is for sure.

Nothing will ever be the same in my world again now that I’ve made love to a man like this.

Because for the first time, my heart is involved with sex.

And now that it is, I never want to go back from it.

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“I don’t think I can walk,” Noah says. “You might have broken me, Violet.”

I burst out laughing at that, and he does, too.

“We were slow for a while,” I remind him. “And I told you I was going to ride you hard. I had to keep my word to you, you know.”

“I’m glad you did because that washot.”

I grin at that. We’re still outside, snuggled under the blanket on the terrace, just having made love for the first time. I’ve now moved to sit beside him in the oversized chair, resting in the crook of his arm and facing the sea.

“I don’t want to move, either. I want to stay just like this. Until I want some sweets, that is.”

Noah chuckles and brushes his lips against my temple. The rain is still falling, the waves are rolling ashore, and we’re cosy under our blanket in the chair.

“Maybe next time we have sex we can take all our clothing off and do it inside for something novel,” he teases.

“Oh, like we could do it in bed, too,” I say, playing along. “For something really spicy!”

“Good plan. Let’s tick that location off later tonight.”

Ooh!

I reach for his hand and entwine my fingers through his.

“Thank you for making me feel so good,” I say softly. “That was incredible.”

Noah lifts my hand to his lips and brushes a soft kiss across my knuckles. “I have the same exact thoughts. You are sohot.”

“For the record, you cannot say that enough to me,” I tease. He chuckles at that, and I lift my hand to his face, gently trailing my fingertips along his jawline and feeling the facial scruff that has filled in there since this morning. “And you were hot as well. I just need to get a view of your saucy backside on our next go around.”

I grin when I see the adorable flush colour his cheeks. “You’re so cute when you get shy,” I tease, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “And yes, most of the time you are observant and not shy, but when it comes to your beautiful arse, you are.”

“Stop,” he says, grinning.

“Noah?” I ask, watching the sea air ruffle his thick, dark locks.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really going to miss you when you go back to Surrey.”

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