Page 64 of Wild Desire

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KILLIAN

The next morning, I woke to a warm and pliant Noelle in my arms. My heart was full and my mind racing a million miles a second. I wanted a second chance, but I hadn't really thought through the complexities of our situation.

This wasn't my permanent home. I'd have to leave soon, and I didn't want to. My knee was healing, and I felt stronger every day in therapy. Jeremy would soon demand that I get back to work, to do publicity to heighten the anticipation of my return.

There was also the pressure of what the injury meant for my career. Would I be able to perform at the same level? Or would I always favor that knee, worried it would give out? I couldn't forget that my career was fragile. I could lose it all at any second. I should enjoy it while it lasted. But what about Noelle? What did last night mean to her?

She looked so peaceful sleeping in my arms, her eyelashes sweeping over her cheeks, her muscles soft in sleep. Would she wake up and pretend like nothing had happened?

The thought sent stabbing pain through my chest. I thought it was so much more, but I was afraid to define what we were toeach other. Noelle was skittish. She was used to life giving her lemons, and I had to tread carefully.

I didn't want to spook her. She wasn't a girl who did relationships. She never brought a man home to meet her family, but she'd introduced me. We'd been barely more than friends at the time, but still it had to mean something.

At the same time, what did I have to offer her? A long-distance relationship? Calls and texts at the end of the night when we were both exhausted. Her businesses were here. She couldn't travel with me.

She moved slightly, stretching out her arms and legs.

I threw the sheets off so that I was between her legs. "Good morning, beautiful."

She was still naked; neither of us had gotten dressed after sex in my bed. I wanted to short-circuit her brain and overwhelm her senses. I didn't want her to wake up and think of all the reasons why we couldn't work. Not like I had.

I had to inundate her with pleasure.

I edged her legs wider, and she propped herself up on elbows, her hair mussed and her eyes sleepy. "What are you doing?"

I arched a single brow. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

I licked her from the center, circling her clit.

She moaned.

I lifted my mouth slightly. "I'm eating breakfast."

She made a choked sound, and I took that as my permission to keep going. I dove back in, licking, sucking, and tasting her. Her clit was a swollen nub, her pussy lips puffy from my attention. But I wanted more. I wanted her to give into the pleasure I was giving her. I wanted her to give into us.

I wanted her to know that we could figure this out. There didn't need to be a right answer or a timeline. We'd follow our feelings, and everything would fall into place. It was a better scenario than whatever I'd thought about in my head.

She fell back on the bed, and I used my finger to enter her. Her legs tightened around me, and her hips arched off the bed, her moans echoing around me.

I eased her through her orgasm, moving up her body while wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Then I entered her in one swift motion.

Her eyes went wide. "Condom."

I quickly pulled out. "Shit, sorry. I wasn't thinking."

My mind was still soft with sleep, my movements jerky. I reached for one of the extra condoms I'd thrown on the bed last night, making quick work of the wrapper before sliding it down my cock. I wanted to be bare inside her. That one thrust had made me want more.

I was back inside her, moving in time with the beat of my heart. I was chasing something, and it wasn't just a release. I wanted this woman underneath me, the one that was gripping my forearms as if I'd pull out and run away at any second.

It would take time for her to trust me. Time we didn't have.

I lowered my mouth to hers, her lips parting for me to sip. I wanted more. I'd never get enough.

I swallowed her moans as her walls spasmed around me, and then I followed her over, feeling spent and exhausted despite just having woken up.

A few minutes later, she finally said, "That was a nice way to wake up."

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