Page 73 of The Workaholic Down the Hall

“Please, Noah.” I rolled my hips, angling for some sort of relief, but he held me off, held me in place. I reached for the waistband of his sweats, but he grabbed my wrists and pushed my arms behind my back as he pressed kisses to my chest. He gripped both my wrists in one hand, holding them behind my back and using his other hand to move my shirt so he could kiss lower.

“Do you need something, sweetheart?” He pressed his mouth over my breast, bare beneath my thin t-shirt. He flicked my nipple with his tongue and I moaned. I was so close, just from his kisses.

He straightened to face me, mischief and want dancing in his eyes, his amused smirk twitching. He looked…He looked so happy. Had I done that to him? I let myself believe I had. I believed he wanted me as much as he'd said he did. “What was that you said you needed?”

“I need you inside me,” I said.

“Okay.” But he just kissed me again, his tongue tangling with mine, teasing.

He leaned back. “Like that?”

“No.” I was panting, finding it hard to speak or even think.

“No?” he asked, mock confusion twisting his face, even as his lips twitched with amusement. “I'm trying here, Aubrey, but I really don't know what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.” My voice was breathy, my whole body shaking with want.

“I think I need more details,” he said, his amusement fading, his own voice husky.

“I want you to lay me down and I want you to fuck me, hard.”

His eyes heated and he finally yanked me against him, shoving his thigh between mine so I could get that much needed friction. “I think I'm getting the idea, but I want to make sure I get this right. Tell me more.”

I rode his thigh, panting and moaning like a porn star. “I want you to lay me out on this kitchen table. Don't even bother to take off all my clothes, just enough to get your cock deep inside me, and I want you to fuck me like making me come is your entire purpose in this life.”

He groaned and shuddered.

“Do you understand, now? Or do you need more details?”

He lifted me to sit on the kitchen table. It was a sturdy table, but untested for this sort of activity. If it broke, I couldn't say I'd care. Noah pulled my shirt over my head and I lifted my hands in the air to help. He pushed me back down on the table, my arms still above my head. He pulled off my sleep shorts and my slippers and just stared at me, the full moon lighting my naked body almost as well as daylight. I could certainly see him clearly, his chest heaving, his face contorted by something akin to pain, his sweatpants tented. I watched, waiting for him to get naked, but he didn't move, as transfixed by me as I'd been by the snow earlier. “So fucking gorgeous,” he said, his words a breathy sigh.

He pulled his shirt over his head and I expected him to pull his pants off, but he dropped to his knees and put his mouth on me. I was so close to orgasm, just from him kissing me, that it didn't take me long to get off from the feel of his tongue caressing me and fucking me. He only used his tongue, and I was screaming with my release in seconds.

He was there, over me, his hand tight over my mouth, from one breath to the next. “I'm going to need you to be quiet,” he said. “I want to take my time with you.”

And then he dropped back to his knees and went back to kissing me in my most private of places. “Noah, please,” I said. “I need you inside me, I can't—”

My protestations were interrupted by another orgasm, this one more intense than the first. I bit down hard on my lower lip and fisted my hands over my head to keep quiet while my body shuddered with release.

Noah rose over me again, his eyes molten. “You are perfection,” he said. He thrust into me, all the way into me.

I flinched and he paused. “Are you okay? Are you ready for this?”

I was more than ready for this. “If you stop, I will kill you.”

He chuckled and thrust again. “I'm not going to last long. It's been awhile. You sure you want to stick to your request for hard, since it will also be fast?”

I nodded, so turned on I could barely speak.

He groaned and his eyes lowered to my lips. Then he thrust again and again, hard and fast, and he slipped a thumb between us, hitting just the right spot with just the right friction and I was lost. We climaxed together and he pressed soft kisses to my lips, my face, my breasts, as we caught our breath. Then, he carried me upstairs and held me tight while we slept. I ignored the little voice that warned me I was getting too close, because it was wrong. I relaxed into Noah's arms and into his promise that he wanted me, that he'd never leave.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Aubrey

“Merry Christmas,” Nora said. I walked into the kitchen, Sophie in my arms, and smiled at the mingling scents of coffee and something sweet. The day before, after our night together, Noah had gotten a call for an interview with a local landscaping firm. Honestly, I'd been glad for him to leave the house. He'd been a perfect gentleman, but I'd needed the space to think without his mind-numbing scent and body present. He'd texted me several times and even called me last night. He said his interview had gone well and he was confident he'd gotten the job. He'd planned to come back here, but then the bed and breakfast had gotten slammed with a surprise rush of guest. Apparently, a large family had decided to spend the holiday in Catalpa Creek, and Noah hadn't wanted Cody to miss out on Christmas preparations with his own family.

“Merry Christmas, Nora,” I said. Sophie had slept well, which meant I'd also slept well. I was excited for a fun day of Christmas festivities. I still wasn't sure exactly what to do about Noah, but I'd figure that out after the holiday.

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