Page 136 of Aria

She moaned a little, arcing into me, before shoving at my jeans. I tried not to wince as I lifted up, allowing her to drag my pants and boxers down my hips until my cock was freed. Chelsie’s breathing picked up when she gazed down between us, our naked bodies almost touching. She swallowed. “You’ve… thought about this?”

Tugging her hair back, my mouth found the swell of her breast, and I murmured, “Every damn day.”

Chelsie released a breathy moan as our mouths collided and reached down to wrap her hand around my cock.

Fuck.

My head fell back against the couch when she fisted me, stroking up and down and raising her hips. She situated herself over me, pressing her forehead to mine. And when she slid down slowly, taking me inside of her for the first time, I nearly fucking died.

Chelsie cried out when I was fully sheathed inside her, digging her fingernails into my shoulders. A moan fell out of me as my grip on her tightened.

Goddamn.

She went motionless for a beat. A heady potency wrapped itself around us as we clung to each other, each of us lost to the power of the moment—each of us utterly bewitched. It was a culmination of nearly a year’s worth of almosts, maybes, and if onlys. It was the pinnacle of the ultimate slow burn.

It was a divine inevitability.

She began to move, her forehead still glued to mine, as if she needed to feel every inch of me. I groaned, reveling in the way our bodies melded together, savoring the sheer magic of it all. My fingers tangled in her hair as she moved in my lap, and I gently pulled her head back. “Look at me, Combs.”

I needed to see her eyes.

Chelsie blinked slowly, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. The chemicals danced between us, flickering, sparking, exploding. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her skin warm and intoxicating. “Noah…”

The sound of my name passing through her lips as she rode me, clinging tight, lifting up, then slamming back down—Jesus Christ.

I kissed her hard. Recklessly. My tongue twisted with hers, growing clumsier as she bounced up and down and the pleasure swelled. Fevered moans escaped her, the sounds vibrating right through me. She picked up her pace, wrapping her fingers around the nape of my neck and squeezing.

I pulled back to speak. Not to breathe, or to regroup, or to collect my thoughts. I only pulled back to speak the words that had been sweltering inside me for months. “I fucking love you.”

Chelsie tensed in my arms, burying her face against my neck and letting out a primal gasp as she ground against me. I felt her shudder and peak. I felt her rise and fall like a tempestuous tide. I felt her break and burn, and above all,surrender. Her orgasm gripped her, spontaneous and furious, a consummation of everything we were always meant to be.

Ignoring the shooting pains from my healing body, I held her tight, bucking my hips and slamming into her, grunting with every thrust. Unraveling with every squeaky moan that spilled from her lips.

I growled as I came, following behind her as we rode out the waves together. Chelsie still clutched me, her face concealed in the crook of my neck, her breathing low and heavy. Warm and comforting. I ran my hand up and down the curve of her back, which was slick from sweat and her wet hair, coming down slow and savoring every blissful breath with her in my arms.

We stayed in that position until our heartbeats slowed from their frantic pace.

Chelsie finally poked her head up. “Wow.”

A smile crested, lazy and satiated. “I concur.” Blinking away the haze, I glanced over her shoulder, realizing Sam could have interrupted us at any moment.

Shit. Responsible parent fail.

Reaching across the couch, I grabbed the fleece blanket, draping it around her the best I could with one arm. A coy smile touched her lips as she took the blanket and wrapped herself up like a cocoon, lifting off my lap.

I instantly missed her warmth and envied the blanket that had replaced me.

She cleared her throat, sliding up next to me as I fumbled with my pants and zipper. “So… that happened,” she said, her face pinkening in the tungsten light.

Her hair was wild, her cheeks glowing. She didn’t seem to harbor any immediate regret. “Finally,” I replied, the curve of my mouth twisting upward.

We sat in a reflective silence for a few minutes, the only noise around us being the soothing sounds of rainfall against the roof. I soaked up her presence, relishing in the feel of her warm body pressed against my side. This felt good.

This feltright.

“Want to go upstairs?”

Chelsie’s voice penetrated my thoughts as I glanced at her. She was staring at me expectantly. “Bedroom?”

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