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Eyes dark, he peered up at her with a devilish grin. “A taste of you will never be enough.”

Oh, goddess.Her breath hitched.

Gripping her thighs, he raised her to meet his mouth. His playful and indulgent tongue flicks against her clit teased promised pleasure. With a sexy hum, he sucked the sensitive bud between his lips. Like it was a game to see how close to the edge he could get her without tipping over, he alternated between languid licks and hardening sucks. The pressure twined tighter and tighter like thread wrapped around a spindle.

“So close,” she moaned, writhing against his working tongue. Reminiscent of a pinata being smashed, spraying candy everywhere, the pleasure built at her core and then…erupted. “Noah!”

“God, you taste so fucking good.” His tongue lapped her up, and then he slipped a finger inside her.

He’s not done?Perhaps. She was orgasm tipsy. None of her past sexual partners kept going once—or if—she came. If she did come, it somehow computed as time to stop or for them to push inside her. Noah continued to chase her pleasure, not his.

He pushed a second finger inside her.

“Oh…my…” The delicious full feeling stole her ability to speak.

His thick fingers pumped inside her while working her clit with his mouth. That coiled pressure returned. Adjusting and crooking his fingers, he hit something that…Oh my fucking goddess…engulfed her in an explosion of ecstasy.

“Fuck!” she cried, squeezing her legs around his head.

The climax rioted through her. Her legs quaked violently. She placed her hand on her sweaty brow, trying to come back to reality. Had that just happened?

She lifted her head, spotting the boyish smile curved into his wickedly proud grin.Yeah, that happened.

He stood up, kicked off his shoes, and crawled in on the other side. With a sweet gentleness, he pulled her trembling body intohis arms. Tucking her into his nook, he folded the blanket over them.

“You gave me two orgasms,” she panted, still trying to steady her breath.

“Yep.”

“You found my G-spot.”

“Yep.”

“You read my notes during Ms. ChaNUT’s workshop, didn’t you?”

“Yup.” Devilment glinted in his expression.

“Now, you’re snuggling me.” Sleepiness weighed down her eyes, forcing them shut.

“Yep.”

“Am I dreaming?” A small yawn escaped.

“Nope.” He tightened his hold. “Neither am I.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.”~Louisa May Alcott,Little Women

Nat’s eyes blinked open. The quiet sleeping loft was bathed in warm darkness. The bed was empty beside her.

Had it just been a vivid dream?She lifted the blanket to see herverynaked bottom half.

Settling the blanket at her waist, her lips curved up. “Oh, my goddess,” she whispered to herself.

It had happened. Not only had she kissed Noah, but he kissed her back. A lot. There’d been the best oral sex…well, sex, to be honest, of her life. Even better than that, which was pretty damn hard to top, he saw her. Truly saw her. She wasn’t Clayton’s little sister in his eyes. She was Nat, and he liked Nat.

How long had she slept? She grabbed her phone from the bedstand. It was almost nine p.m. It must have been around six when they fell asleep. Her eyes flicked around the room. “Wait, where is he?”

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