Page 52 of Dangerously Yours

With the place to myself, Noah and I had dinner, watched some television, then made love. Now, I was basking in the afterglow, and wishing I could have had this without everything else that led up to it. As I stayed preoccupied with my thoughts, I lazily traced the scars from his surgery. They would forever be reminders of how he had almost died because of me. Noah had lost so much, and I had no way of getting any of it back for him.

A tear slipped from my eye, and his body tensed up immediately as it dropped onto his chest. He tightened his arms around me, and I turned my face so I could press my lips to the nearest of his scars. I then made my way higher, making sure to kiss the largest of them before he tangled his fist in my hair. A quick pull was all it took to force me to look up at him. When I did, the look in his eyes made me shiver.

“No tears, Lulu,” he told me, and I flashed him a watery smile.

“I know, but...”

I was unable to finish because he lowered his head, and when he pressed his lips to mine, I surrendered completely to him. The kiss started off leisurely, but when he tightened his grip on my head, I knew why. Noah thrust his tongue into my mouth, and as he deepened the kiss, I responded naturally, and without any hesitation.

This man was truly amazing. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would ever end up with the star football player, who was also a Titan, nor did I ever imagine he would be mature beyond his years. His whole demeanor and personality made it feel like we were closer in age than we really were. When I stopped thinking about our age difference, everything was so natural. Best of all, he actually put my pleasure ahead of his own which had me labeling him a gentleman in my book.

When he finally pulled away, he had a certain look in his eye, and as he stared down at me, I was overcome with emotion. “I know I say it a lot, but I need you to know how much I love you.”

“I love you too, Lulu,” he rasped. “So fucking much.”

I smiled at that, then squeaked as he quickly flipped me underneath him. That had caught me off guard, but the shock was quickly replaced when he yanked me upward, then slanted his mouth over mine. I drew one leg up and when I did, I could feel how hard he already was. The man seemed to stay in that perpetual state, not that I would complain much about it. I returned his kiss with the same intensity, especially when a slight bit of desperation slipped in. So many nights I was afflicted with nightmares, then awakening in a cold sweat to learn that his survival was just a dream, and that he had perished in an ambush meant for me.

Whenever those thoughts crept into my head, I would be overcome with the desire to make every second with him last longer than the previous one. He always knew when I was falling into the wrong abyss because he would rip his mouth away from me like he was doing now, and I could only lay there as I tried to control my breathing. The last thing I wanted to do was hyperventilate like I had the first time we made love after the shooting.

“I don’t want to hurt you,”I had told him.

“Not making love to you is the only way it ever could,”he had replied.“Trust me to know what I can handle, Lulu.”

And I had, so the physical side of our relationship was back to where it had been before. Nights like this one were usually spent in one another’s arms making up for any lost time between us. As I raised my gaze to his, I could see him watching me carefully for any further signs of distress. I still couldn’t believe I had landed myself such an attentive lover. Even in the beginning with Cade, he had never been this attuned to my wants and my needs. I wanted to return the favor.

Pushing at his chest, he finally took a hint and rocked back onto his heels. He then placed his palms on my belly, before moving them upward. When he covered both breasts and squeezed, I arched toward him. I was supposed to be controlling this at the moment, but he appeared to have other ideas. Noah pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers until my lips parted in a silent cry.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he told me, and I felt like it when I was in his arms.

“You’re pretty damn hot yourself,” I remarked, earning a slight smirk.

He leaned down and ran his tongue around one nipple before drawing the hardened peak into his mouth. I let out a moan, but it was short-lived because he raised his head once more.

“And you’re so damn responsive, too. When I’m alone, I close my eyes and remember each and every sound you make, and I touch myself.”

My breath hitched in my throat. “I-I think of you and touch myself, too.”

My stammered admission only caused his grin to grow wider. “I don’t only remember how you sound, but I also remember how you taste. You’re my favorite flavor, Lulu. I could kiss, lick, and bite every inch of you.”

“Please,” I pleaded, needing him to fully ignite this fire inside of me that he had simply lit with nothing more than a few dirty words. I didn’t want to play with fire. I wanted to be burned by it. To be burned by him. If the wicked gaze sliding down my body didn’t get me all hot and bothered, then when he slipped his hand between my legs, I knew it would.

“Please, what?” He asked me. “Kiss you... Lick you... Bite you.... That’s already been done.”

“Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me like only you can.”

He pressed his mouth right under my breasts, then began to kiss his way lower. My legs fell apart when he finally slipped his hand where I needed to feel him most. Noah didn’t immediately thrust any of his long fingers into me, or even put his mouth on me. Instead, he simply ran two fingers through my slit in a back and forth motion. It didn’t matter if it was what I fully needed. The man kept me wet, so when he finally pulled them away, I could see my cream glistening on them. Sometimes, he would thrust them into my mouth to clean all traces of myself off, but other times he would slowly lick them clean as I watched. When he brought his hand to his mouth, I knew this time would be the latter.

“You always taste so fucking good,” he told me, then I saw his gaze move over to the bedside table.

A shiver raced down my spine as I realized what had caught his attention. After dinner, we retired to the bedroom to watch television, and during the movie, we shared some chocolate covered strawberries. That particular fruit was one I couldn’t even eat anymore without turning as red as its flesh. Our first night together, he had taken me on my kitchen island, and that fruit had played a big part in it.

Since we had already eaten all of the fruit, that could only mean one thing. Noah grabbed the can of whipped cream, and I shivered once more. “I’ve always had a wicked sweet tooth,” he told me as he popped the cap off of the can.

With his free hand, he slid two fingers back through my slit, then shook the can. Seconds later, the cold cream was coating the inside of my thighs. His head replaced his hand and I whimpered as he laved at the whipped cream with his tongue. His words of praise filled me with warmth, and by the time he worked three fingers into me, I grabbed at my breasts.

My own hand was nowhere near as good as his, but as he finger fucked me, I tweaked my breasts. I squeezed, pinched, and rubbed them, even arching once or twice when Noah hit a sensitive spot. “I’m about to come,” I told him when it all became too much for me to hold back any longer.

He withdrew his fingers much to my chagrin, but then thrust his tongue inside of me instead. Now, his fingers were pinching my clit, and the edge was near once again. He continued to clean every drop of the whipped cream from me before rising before me like a Phoenix.

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