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Noah followed her inside, closing the door behind them. Her house was quiet and dark, something that had never bothered her before. But right now, it felt too quiet. Too close.

“Let me just grab some wi-” Noah grasped her arm and spun her to face him. His mouth was on hers before she could blink.

The kiss was deep and thorough. Autumn found herself melting beneath it, her body going lax and simply leaning into his. He was hard everywhere she was soft. Chest, arms, abs.

His tongue teased hers, tangling and stroking in a way that made her body burn. His hands stroked her skin, arms, collarbone, throat. She tingled. Everywhere. And she wanted more.

Every inch of her throbbed with that incessant need. It had been building, like steam in a kettle, and she felt ready to burst.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her parted lips. “Now. Because I don’t think I’ll be able to if you wait much longer.”

Did she want him to stop? Not on your life. But could she live with the reality that this was a one-time thing? A night of passion with the man who’d been the measuring stick for every other in her life?

Maybe not, but right now, Autumn wasn’t sure she had any other choice. She’d rather have this moment with him and the potential heartache that might come later than miss the experience of loving him as an adult and not a teenager on the brink of life.

“Don’t stop.”

Pressing his mouth against her throat, his moan of relief echoed through her entire body. An unexpected giggle tickled up her throat. “Same.”

Grabbing his hand, Autumn walked backwards through her dark house, pulling him with her. Once through the bedroom door, she stopped long enough to pull the heavy sweater over her head. She started to undo the fly on her jeans, but his hands on hers stopped her. “I want to.”

Deep, dark need throbbed through his words, sending an answering shudder to her core.

Stripping each other became an art. And a tease. Their mouths and fingers caressed and touched. Explored. Hot, wet kisses trailed along the curve of soft, warm skin. Sighs and breathless gasps were the only sounds. Sounds that quickly escalated to moans and unintelligible words of encouragement and pleasure.

God, she wanted all of him. Her entire being was on fire, a raging inferno of need.

“Please,” she whispered against his shoulder even as his fingers stroked deep inside her warm, wet sex. “I need you.”

Picking her up, Noah carried her over the bed. Gently, he placed her in the center, staring down at her, the same wildfire of need roiling through his gaze. “Condom?”

Autumn pointed to the bedside table and watched as he grabbed one out and rolled it over the long, hard length of his cock. She’d stroked and touched, learned the places that made his breath catch. Next time, she was going to enjoy doing the same thing with her mouth.

But right now, she wanted him seated deep inside her. Needed that more than her next breath.

Noah stroked a hand down her body, cheek, throat, the center of her chest. Autumn arched up into his touch even as she reached for him, demanding more.

And then he was there, pressing into the tight opening of her body. That first slide in… There just weren’t words. It was familiar and yet wholly different. His body was harder, broader, but the smell of his skin, that warm, honey and leather scent, was the same.

He slid into the hilt, his hips settling tight against hers. And just stayed there. Not moving. His eyes slid shut and his head tipped back, a look of utter bliss stamped across his face.

That expression only made her want more. Beneath the weight of him, Autumn squirmed. Then she grabbed a handful of his ass and pressed – hard – arching and pulsing her own hips until he joined her in the rhythm.

Their breaths mingled, her gasps of pleasure intertwining with his. In and out, he stroked. Fast and then slow and then fast again until Autumn thought her brain might explode right along with the rest of her body. Tension pulled at every muscle, bowing her body tight as she fought for more and more of him.

Until everything around her went nuclear. Her body pulsed and throbbed with the relief of release. Noah’s matching groan tickled her ear even as she could feel the rhythmic pulse of him deep inside.

Together, they collapsed onto the cool sheets, legs, arms and torsos tangled up in a sweat-slicked pile of bliss.

Slowly, Noah twisted to look at her. His heavy-lidded eyes glittered. “That was even better than I remembered, and let me tell you, sex with you has been the stick no one else has ever measured up to.”

CHAPTER 6

The night was perfect.Autumn glanced around the ballroom, pleased with how the event had turned out. Harry and Ed were having a wonderful time. Laughing and dancing, spending time with their family and friends.

The atmosphere was perfect. Black and gold peppered the room, timeless and elegant. Tables were draped in black cloths and set with gold edged plates and silver. Pictures of their life together sprinkled the room, eclectic and unmatched, but all framed in gold. Calla lilies dusted with gold powder sprung from obsidian vases, twinkling lights intertwined between them.

Music pumped through the space, enticing all the guests to get up and dance once dinner service had been cleared. In about an hour they’d bring out the massive cake Margo and Nicola, Noah’s cousins, had made for dessert. In the meantime, the bar was open and everyone appeared to be having a great time.

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