Page 140 of Splintered Hearts

All my confidence leaches from my body the moment I sit on our bed. I showered, and Noah showed me certain things to do if I wanted to prep. I did. The last thing I need is more embarrassment tonight. After a really hot make-out session Noah’s now sitting between my thighs, his hand running up my calf, squeezing. That simple action stills my nerves so fast. Noah is kind, and caring. “You okay?” I nod. I am, I’m just nervous.

Leaning over me Noah looks down. It’s strange in a way to be in this position. I loved claiming Noah’s body. I loved the feel of myself inside him while Noah’s arms and legs surrounded me.

I want this.

He kisses my lips and I relax more into the softness of the bed. I lose myself completely, just loving the way he feels against me. “It’s not for everyone,” Noah whispers. “And that’s okay.”

“I’m okay, I just don’t know what to do.”

Nipping my jaw, Noah pulls back, his eyes shining with emotion. “Kiss me.” He presses into me and I melt completely against him. It’s lazy and sweet. Moaning against my lips, Noah grinds his hips against mine, and my fingers can’t help but reach out, running down his back to squeeze his ass. “You taste so sweet, baby.”

“Noah—”

I bare my throat and Noah kisses my jaw, then neck, laying slow wet kisses with bites of suction that I hope leave marks. I want Noah to claim me. I want the world to know who owns me. Maybe this is a result of that.

Working his mouth down my collarbone, he pays extra attention to the scars on my chest. My sensitive skin hums with a crackle. Pressing his kisses further down, I hiss as he licks my nipple then draws the sensitive bud between his teeth. I want to run my fingers through his hair. Flip him over. Fuck him until he’s crying out to come.

This is not the time, though, and I let Noah kiss, play, and tugat my piercings, each sharp sting making my cock twitch against my stomach. Pulling back, Noah’s green-eyed gaze meets mine before he smirks. “You have really cute nipples.” He draws one between his and teeth I hiss.

The sexy façade crumbles as Noah’s head falls forward and he laughs hard, his forehead pressing against my neck. This man. Noah’s laughter crescendos then attempts to die out, and fuck.

Just fuck.

Pulling back, he’s still laughing softly, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes. They shine. I plummet. Something so strong fills me and I can’t breathe. I’ve felt this way for days. Fuck. Weeks. Maybe months even. I don’t know for sure. I lean up, cupping his face. All his laughter dies with whatever he sees on mine. “What’s wrong—”

“I love you.”

“What—”

“I’ve never been more happy, or felt more safe than when you’re with me. I love you so fucking much.”

Noah freezes, shell-shocked maybe. “You . . . love me?”

I laugh. I can’t help it. “No, baby, no. The words are, I love you too.” He falls against me and I squeeze him hard. Noah buries his face into my neck and I inhale that sweet, sugary smell that always seems to follow him.

“I love you.” Noah’s words are muffled but I hear them. Kissing the side of his head I let Noah get himself together.

When he pulls away I miss his heat but anticipate what’s coming. “Okay. Okay.” Bracing his hands on his knees, he takes a breath. “Top mode activated. Think dominant, non-weepy thoughts.” Wiping his eyes, he laughs a little, waving his hand in front of his face and fanning himself.

Fuck, I love him.

Noah kisses me back down to the mattress and I sink beneath his touch, letting it bring me peace. Noah’s warm skin pressedagainst mine is my favorite feeling on earth. “Baby, please,” I beg.

“So impatient.” I shiver as he blows air across my collarbone. Noah looks down at me with so much love; I can’t believe this is real. “Ready to get the topping of a lifetime?”

More than ready. All his jokes and teasing ease each tense knot inside me. Noah’s lips kiss a slow path down my body, paying extra attention to the scars I’ve hated for years. Moaning softly, he presses a kiss to my stomach, nuzzling into the trim hair above my cock with a groan of his own. Those lips land on the juncture of my hip and thigh.

Noah takes me in his hand, slapping my cockhead against his tongue. Glossy red lips, glassy gorgeous eyes. Noah looks drunk on me and we’ve only just started. He takes me into his mouth, and fuck!

He sucks me hard, the velvet heat of his mouth so damn good, and clutches my side as my hips punch up into his mouth, needing more. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

“I need more.”

“I know.” Sitting up, he leans over me, grabbing lube. Okay, this is happening. I can do this. “I’m going to stretch you.” All I can do is watch as he spreads some on his fingers before lying on his stomach between my open legs.

My eyes scan his body, his muscular back and round ass. Fuck, he’s something to look at. So smooth. So pretty. Somehow, all fucking mine.

Noah grabs my ass, squeezing and massaging my cheeks. Heat rises on my face but his gaze remains locked between my legs. I have a huge urge to close them, but he leans in, kissing a path along the inside of my thigh before nosing my balls.

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