Page 118 of Best Friends for Never

“Please,” I beg. “I want to come.”

He smirks. “I think I can arrange that.”

Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I lose it. My back curves off the table, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me like waves slamming against a rocky shore.

It’s magnificent, but it’s over far too soon.

Noel kisses the inside of each leg, then up my body, taking my shirt—his, technically—along with him. He tosses it aside, then closes his mouth around a nipple, sucking at me gently while he slips his hand between us and works his jeans and underwear down his legs.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to kiss this spot right here,” he says, then drags his tongue over the tiny freckle I have under my breast. “It’s been taunting me for years.”

“Years?”

“Yes, Parker. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”

I shake my head, then remember he’s not looking at me. “No.”

“Too fucking long,” he says, taking my other nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it.

When he’s done kissing both my breasts, he works his way to my lips and kisses me thoroughly. It’s so good yet so not what I want.

I want him. And now.

I lift my hips, searching for his touch. He smiles against me.

“Eager?” he asks.

“For you? Always.”

He pulls away, and his eyes rake down my body, hunger and desire swirling in his blue-green stare.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he says, his voice thick with need. “Spread before me for the taking.”

“Then take me.” I lean up and wrap my arms around his neck, dragging him back down to me. “Make me yours.”

He grunts, his erection pressing against my opening.

“As if you already aren’t,” he grunts out before sliding into me.

I sigh in relief as he fills me, not giving me even a chance to adjust to his size before pounding into me again and again. And truthfully, I don’t want the chance. I want him just like this—raw and so ready for me that he can’t control himself.

The feet of the table squeak against the floor with his thrusts, and I have no doubt that when this is over, I’ll have to do some rearranging, but I don’t care. I can’t care. Not when it feels so, so good.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growls into my neck, one hand tangled in my hair, the other biting into my hip. “Any idea at all how good you feel? How badly I want to stay inside you like this for all eternity? How much I fucking want you? Because I do, Parker. I want you. All the time. Every minute of every damn day. That’s never changed for me.Never.”

I don’t say anything back because I can’t.

My second orgasm barrels through me out of nowhere as Noel pushes into me harder and faster, chasing his own high.

Moments later, he gets it. He stiffens over top of me, his breaths growing sharper and sharper in my ear as he empties himself inside me.

He rocks into me slowly, working us both over until we’re completely wrung out, then finally he stills, the only part of him moving is his mouth against mine.

When he pulls away, I know I look a mess. My eyes are heavy, my hair is tangled from his fist, and there’s no way I’m not red all over from the stubble lining his jaw.

“Nowthatwas a wake-up,” he says with a grin.

All I can do is nod, and he laughs.

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