Page 47 of Lovers in Lockdown

And I do. I’ve got her.

I may not know what’s going to happen when I go back to China, or even what’s going to happen tomorrow morning. But I do know that this crazy, colourful, outspoken, beautiful woman has dug her way so deep into my heart that I’d need an excavator to get her out again.

I’ve fallen for her, whether I like it or not.

Hook, line and sinker.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Honey

We crash through the bedroom door, our tongues tangled, our hands frenzied.

My fingers wind into the long, wild strands of his hair, tugging them from the roots until he growls and bites down hard on my lower lip, sending a jolt of delicious pain zapping through my body and igniting a flame between my legs.

His tongue is hot. Desperate. Determined. Like it can’t wait one single second more to explore every crevice of my trembling body. He tastes like chocolate cake and Sunday morning coffee, a dangerous combination that is both comforting and intoxicating. Like too much of his skilled tongue would be the end of me.

And yet I can’t get enough.

He slams me against the wall and moves his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking at the taught skin of my throat until I’m bucking wildly against him and moaning his name into his mouth.

‘Shirt.’ Noah orders, his voice a deep growl that rumbles through his swollen lips. He pins me to the wall with one hand, using the other to deftly undo each button of my satin pyjama top, giving up halfway through to rip it straight off my body instead.

He wastes no time in slipping my bra strap off my shoulder and peppering kisses over the smattering of freckles he finds there, making my clit pulse like a heartbeat that mirrors the violent thudding in my chest.

I reach behind my back to unhook the clasp, Noah’s eyes widening in anticipation, his fingers digging deeper into my thighs.

‘Fuck, Honey,’ he hisses as the bra slips slowly down my arms, making me feel like a goddess under his smouldering gaze.

For the first time in forever, I don’t feel the need to hide myself. I don’t feel self-conscious or ashamed or embarrassed. It’s impossible to feel anything but unadulterated confidence when Noah’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

‘Nothing you haven’t seen before,’ I whimper, his lips finding my nipple and drawing it into his mouth.

‘I could look at them every day and never get bored.’ His voice is steadfast, his eyes earnest. I may know better than to trust his words completely, that little voice in my head reminding me that this isn’t real, that it willneverbe real, but I believe that for now, at least, he means them.

When his tongue swirls over my hardened peak, I buck against him, desperate to feel some friction between my legs.

‘Noah, please.’

I don’t need to ask him twice, because he adjusts his grip on my ass, carries me over to the bed and throws me down onto the billowing sheets.

Never breaking eye contact, he fingers the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head, revealing the eight perfect ridges on his stomach, his rock hard chest, his swollen pecs. My tongue darts out to lick my lips and a knowing smirk stretches the corners of Noah’s lips.

‘Cocky,’ I whisper, trying and failing to appear like I have some semblance of composure.

‘Oh baby,’ he’s not even attempting to hide his smirk now, ‘you’ve seen nothing yet.’

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and drops them. Boxers and all.

I gape. Mouth open. Tongue flapping. Eyes so wide they may pop out.

The air is sucked straight out of my lungs at the sight before me, becauseI was right.He’s fucking massive. He’s magnificent. He’s so terrifyingly big that I’m not even sure I’ll be able to get him to fit, but boy am I gonna try.

‘Come here,’ I whisper, my mouth watering.

I settle on the edge of the bed so that I’m eyelevel with the pipe between his legs, as he saunters over towards me, his eyes fixed on my mouth, on my tongue that keeps darting across my lips.

He’s so distracted by my mouth that he doesn’t realise my intention, bending to lay me back on the bed and climb on top of me, and looking at me in confusion when I place two hands on his naked chest and push him away.

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