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He made a sound low in his throat, his eyes flaring brightly with satisfaction.

“Do you know what I love?” he asked.

His relentless touch finally sped up until her hips were jerking up against his hand and she was panting, the occasional brush of his thumb against her clit tipping her closer to the edge, but not over it.

“I asked you a question, Summer. Do you know what I love?”

Summer had to force herself to focus on his voice. “Wh-what do you love?”

He added a third finger and increased his pace, pushing her higher and higher. His too-light touches to her clit were sending little bursts of lightning through her; his thumb pressing with exactly the right amount of pressure to keep her balanced on the knife’s edge. Because he knew just how to touch her. He knew her body.

Still.

“I love how tight and wet you are,” he answered. “I love how your pussy is clenching around my fingers, so close to coming. And I love how I know that if I just do this…”—he finally stroked his thumb over her clit hard and fast until she cried out, her hips bucking helplessly as pleasure, sharp and bright, exploded through her—“you will come so very, very prettily for me.”

Noah kept pulsing his fingers in and out of her, not letting up, drawing her climax out until she was slumped and shuddering against him. Only then did he pull them out of her, raising them to his mouth, and slipping them between his lips. He curled his tongue around them while he held her gaze. “And I love how you always taste so fucking sweet.”

Heat barreled through Summer again at the expression on his face as he tasted her, his eyes half-lidded, body tense with arousal. Now she knew he’d only been warming her up for what was to come, and she wondered if her body—and her heart—would survive the night intact.

Chapter 18

Noah couldn’t get enough of her, her scent, her taste, the feel of her satin skin under his fingers. The way she’d come for him, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking against his hand.

Fuck, he could’ve come right then and there.

Watching her—seeing her shatter under his touch—had soothed the jagged edge of his soul. He’d needed that, had to get it out of his system, so he didn’t explode into a thousand pieces before he could even get inside her.

And she’d given him what he needed just the way she’d said she would. And now he was going to give her whatsheneeded. And she was going to love every single second of it.

He moved her around, so she straddled him, kissing her full lips and using his hands on her hips to rock her against his cock. She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over her shoulder, then trailed her fingers slowly over his chest, her eyes following their path as she slid them down over his abs. The scrape of her nails over his skin sent hunger and need sparking and twisting through him, hot and sharp like a live wire. It was too much. What he needed was too close. He was hard as a rock; his desire for her burning him up.

Clutching her to him, he stood, then let her slide down until her feet touched the ground. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the condoms he’d tucked in there before coming over. His cock was straining against his fly, and he held her gaze as he unbuttoned his jeans and stripped them off along with his boxer briefs. Summer’s eyes dropped, and she let out a little moan, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took him in.

His cock jerked in response. “Fuck,” he groaned, taking it in his fist and giving it a hard stroke to ease the ache. He wanted to feel her mouth on him, but he was done waiting to have her coming around him.

After ripping open the condom packet, he quickly rolled it down his length, then dropped back down on the couch. He pulled her with him, so she straddled him again, this time with nothing separating them but a thin barrier of latex.

He used his hand on her hip to guide her up, lifting her enough that he could slide two fingers into her, stroking in and out while this thumb pressed against her clit until she dug her fingernails into his skin and moaned, her head dropping onto his shoulder. Then, he reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance, his heart thumping as he worked her down onto him.

Noah’s eyes almost rolled back in his head as her body stretched to fit him; as her tight, wet heat took him in until he was buried deep. This right here? This was ecstasy. Being with her again wiped out every memory of every other woman he’d ever been with as if they’d never existed. This. This was all there was. All there had ever been, and all he’d ever wanted there to be. He didn’t know what their future held, but they’d figure it out somehow.

They had to.

Summer still had her forehead pressed to his shoulder, her panting breaths fluttering over his skin. Desperate to be moving inside her, Noah curled his hands around her ass and slid her slowly up and down his cock. He flexed his hips up into her on every languid downstroke, his head dropping back as he groaned low and deep in his throat. Summer whimpered at the tease and straightened, taking over the movement. Her eyes turned glassy, lips parting as she thrust herself down on him, riding him harder, faster.

“It’s so good. So good. I’d forgotten….” She trailed off on a moan, and he gritted his teeth in an effort to restrain himself, moving one hand from her hip to seek out her clit. He rubbed it in quick, light circles, using his other hand to pinch and tug on one of her tightly peaked nipples. She gasped and clenched around him. Noah swore; his control slipping. He gripped her hips again to still her, then snapped his up, fucking into her hard, a wave of heat prickling over his skin as pressure built deep inside him.

Twisting, he rolled so Summer was on her back and he was on top of her. He braced his hands next to her head and continued pumping into her. The sight of her sprawled out underneath him, her hips rocking up to meet his thrusts, fanned the hunger blazing inside him into a wildfire.

“Fuck Summer, look at you taking all of me so fucking deep,” he ground out. Leaning down, he crushed his mouth to hers, rough and demanding. Reclaiming her with every slide of his tongue, every stroke of his cock. He slid one hand down and worked his thumb over her clit until she cried out and tightened around him. Her nails raked over his ribs, and he growled, dropping to one elbow, so he could tangle his hand in her hair. His other hand pressed into her hip as he drove himself into her over and over again.

“Oh God, Noah!” she cried out and spasmed around him.

Noah pulled back, so he could watch her while she came. Her lips were parted as she gasped for air, her cheeks flushed, pupils flared wide as she writhed beneath him, clenching around him so hard that he lost it.

“Fuck. I’m coming,” he rasped. Heat and pleasure pulled tighter and tighter at the base of his spine until it exploded, his orgasm blasting through him. With one last hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt as wave after wave of almost painful ecstasy tore through him.

When it finally began to ease, Noah fused his mouth to Summer’s, unable to stop himself from thrusting shallowly as he rode out the residual tremors. His tongue stroked into her mouth in a matching rhythm, until with one last hard press of his lips to hers, he pulled out of her.

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