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Placing his hands on her knees, he guided her into a new angle and plunged deeper into her. The position wound delicious tension inside her.

“Oh, my goddess!” Her arms encircled his neck, using the leverage to meet each of his thrusts.

Their tandem movements collided in a tantalizing dance. The pressure built and almost screamed for the sweet relief of climax. Every muscle in her body spooled tight in anticipation. He slipped his hand between them and caressed her throbbing clit.

“Noah!” she cried out.

A tremor seized her legs. Anchoring her to him…to the moment, she folded her legs around his hips, riding out her climax. Using the momentum of her legs, she drew him deeper into her, quickening the chase of his own release.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pumping harder.

Those calm ocean eyes raged with desire. His movement grew unfocused and frantic. His fingers bit into her hips. His jaw clenched.

Never had she felt so sexy. She was almost drunk in the knowledge that he was losing himself in her.

He shuddered in release with a string of unintelligible curse words. Still panting, he collapsed onto her. His weight atop herwas the coziest of blankets. Nat ran her fingers down his damp spine, listening to the slowing of his breath.

After a few quiet moments, he lifted his head. “Thank you.” Their eyes held each other’s stare. “Thank you for accepting me.”

“Thank you for letting me.” She pressed her lips to his sweat-kissed forehead.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Well, I am happy, and I won’t fear, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants.”~Louisa May Alcott,Little Women

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled Nat’s nostrils, coaxing her awake. Still satiated from last night’s sex and post-orgasm snuggles with Noah, she rolled over in bed, star-fishing her limbs. They lay intertwined for most of the night. She’d occasionally wake, feel the stroke of his hand along her back or the press of his lips against the corners of her mouth. At some point, she drifted off completely, and he’d disappeared, but his scent still lingered in the sheets and all over her.

As the fragrance of vanilla wafted into the quiet sleeping loft, a giant smile bloomed on her face. “Breakfast!” she cheered, grabbing her robe and heading down.

She didn’t stroll, skip, or pad down the stairs. Reminiscent of a child on Christmas morning, she bounded down the stairs toward the six-foot-one Noah-shaped present ready for her to unwrap.

The back of her mind nagged that this wasn’t real. That the beyond its expiration date yogurt she’d eaten on Friday had put her in a delusional state over the last twenty-four hours. That any minute, she’d wake up in a bed like a character from a bad eighties TV show and find out it was all a dream.

Noah stood in the kitchen, actually stood there, belying her niggling worry. Sunshine haloed his dark hair as if he were a god from Mount Olympus whose sole purpose was to give her orgasms and feed her.

“So, is this like your thing?” She motioned to the bowl of strawberries and a plate of fluffy pancakes on the kitchen island. “You sex me up, feed me, and then repeat?” She leaned on the counter, resting her elbows against its smooth surface. “I’m not complaining, mind you.”

The corners of his lips quirked in a beguiling smile. “Well, I need to keep your strength up.”

An oversize grin invaded every inch of her body. Even her toes were smiling. “Sounds like someone has plans.”

He leaned across the counter, hovering his lips inches from hers. “Yes, to feed you. Go sit, and I’ll make you a plate.”

“Tease.” Pressing a chaste peck on his lips, she jumped away from the counter and went to the table.

“Almond granola pancakes, fresh berries, and…” He drizzled syrup from a glass bottle atop the two large pancakes. “…hot maple syrup.” He placed the plate on the table.

“This lookssogood, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finish this all. These pancakes are as big as Fitz,” she teased.

“That’s for us to share.” He placed a carafe of coffee on the table beside a small jug of orange juice. Scooting the chair from the opposite side of the table alongside her, he sat.

“Well, sharing is caring.” She forked up a bite and held it out for him to take.

“Yep.” He took the bite, licking excess syrup from the corners of his lips.

Next time, I’m going to lick that off.

Nat’s eyes closed in yummy pleasure at the first bite. “Oh, my goddess,” she moaned. The perfect blend of sweet pancake, crunchy, salty granola, tart strawberry, and sugary syrup. “I love your mom.”

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